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(Yng Cld) Yeah, look, let's go 'Bout time man move off I was on the strip tryna rake it Get home yard and I watch some Boondocks Pretty one said she wanna said come crib Blindfold ting 'til she takes her shoes off S-sweeetest thing Blow my stick while I'm blowin' my moonrocks Like, yo Yo, wait, just cool off Don't move yet, got a sell by the park for one of the dark and two rocks Told that gyal, "You ain't staying for long So there's no point relaxing and taking shoes off" (yeah) I never met El Chapo Was a yout from the hood that I first got food from Look, look First got food off of big bro I was out here, I was doing my job Then I hit a lick, no bingo Took a quick pack of a foolish fob Nigga, why not? Me I need cash, you can't step on my prof I was like, "Damn, I need to better my stack" You was like, "Damn, I need to better my watch" Yo, you bought jewels and copped no hammers In all honesty, bro, you're doing it backwards Machines get copped, then the whips got copped And so do bullets and stab vests Told my bro, "When you're checking for CCTV Make sure you check homes with cameras" Saw your opp and you never wanna creep up That's a rookie move should of took advantage Yeah, nigga, lemme advance YT mad cah he missed his swing Tazz in the can cah he took his chance Tesco bag if I got no gym I can't hit that chick if she got no arse Jakes pop out that's a serious sprint Cah that K9 grips anybody who's last S-sweetest flavors Nuff fragrance get put in my pot I weren't tryna get no thot I was parked outside Steven's spot Bro-bro with the meanest drop Still stardog for the regulars Gelaty if you're feeling posh They come here tryna even odds Yo, the Jamaicans say that I'm hearted Cah even when I'm on a island I'm still tryna rise up machines and raas it Auntie Debbie still pissed with me Didn't send her a ting now she calls man crasis Copped my flick shank from the market For times when it's stiff and I can't bring the darg in M's got the carbine in the function Metal detectors must be faulty Either way man's cool, man's cozy Told bro, "You're good, man, produce your Rollie" Two man up in three blacked-out stoleys This was the wrong day to wear man's Stoney Asking hella questions, is my man nosey? Goin' gym everyday won't help when this 38 slug beats through protein Yo, I heard my man's rapping now (yeah) What's he gonna talk about? Footy? (What?) A thousand pebs in this cunch-mobile Mad man, I don't stand at no bookies Look, I don't even want them cookies It smells too weak and the buds look bummie And she ain't even giving no nookie But it's all cool, I want her best friend's nunie I can't lie, I'm not too bothered She holds contraband for a minimal fee Bad-bad bitch don't ask for no P in between Just some weekly dick and some weed Damn, bitch pick up my trees I build big heads in the trap I got Kit Kats tryna pick up my leaves Little nigga but the face looks clean Stack my cash, it's the same regime Two-t-two hands and they work Shank in my hand, I don't need no beam Mmm, niggas getting it mixed What have you done this lockdown Corona times I bought two new sticks Either probation or high street bop And that's the only time man roll with flicks