OLD BARS [FOOTSIE BEAT]

Oi, why the fuck are you trying face, suit up

My food kinda brave, I'm number one

In your drum, grab you son

Stick him in the microwave, I gotta gun

So please try behave i'm having none

Bullets, I ain't tryna save none

That's a hot six all in your lung

Crush your crew like a tidal wave, you get bun

Get you in the china rave, you get stung

Shot like a pile of grade, that ain't fun

Stack when you try to evade, I ain't dumb

From north up top like the premiership

For my plate there's no membership

My contracts crow your apprenticeship

Still make dough shotting of peng and shit

You might see me on the roads it's, Cas

When you see me you're like "there's, Cas"

They wanna be me and be like, Cas

But they got ain't gas

So they ain't like, Cas

You might see me in the bits it's, Cas

Move big bits in the bits it's, Cas

I'm up north like tits it's, Cas

No I'm not brash

No I'm Cas, Cas, Cas

Castro from T, I rep PP and that's

Never had to discrete me with the GP about PP and that's that

Never had a SLK, or a GT and that's that

Never learned eel and joe was food G