M1OnTheBeat
(TroyTrollBeats)
One
Ballys and hunnies, no phones in the car, them
Man ain't on but they talk like they are (One)
Them man ain't really got no arms, it come
Like they just been foldin' their arms (One)
It come like man been playin' Charades the way man talk with them arms
One day, I'm in the hood tryna pattern up shh, next day
I'm recordin' in France (Jugg, jugg, jugg, jugg, jugg)
They talk like they are
Turn, turn, turn (Woo, woo, woo, woo, woo)
They don't know (Turn, turn)
They don't know (Turn)
All I know is money and beef, don't think I
Left it all in the past (You already know)
How these opp boys say they want beef and
They ain't got bread? It's all in their arse
Give my young boys that ten or nine 'cause
They all wanna chart (You already know)
Skengs, Rambos, flickys, we got them all in the car (One)
How many man have the gangdem got?
How many times man do it all bait on
The mains? Gotta wish that man's not hot
Still do it on the coat that Big Shaq got (One)
Just done it in my hoodie
Four-door swervin', no, it ain't boogie (Turn, turn, turn, turn)
I hope I ain't gotta go to judge, no Judy
Ballys and hunnies, no phones in the car, them
Man ain't on but they talk like they are (One)
Them man ain't really got no arms, it come
Like they just been foldin' their arms (One)
It come like man been playin' Charades the way man talk with them arms
One day, I'm in the hood tryna pattern up
Shh, next day, I'm recordin' in France
Ballys and hunnies, no phones in the car, them
Man ain't on but they talk like they are (One)
Them man ain't really got no arms, it come
Like they just been foldin' their arms (One)
It come like man been playin' Charades the way man talk with them arms
One day, I'm in the hood tryna pattern up
Shh, next day, I'm recordin' in France
One, one
One (Jugg, jugg, jugg, jugg, jugg)
M1OnTheBeat
Turn, turn, turn (Get me?)
All I know is money and beef, don't
Think I left it all in the past (Woo)
Them man there different to ours
Could've seen them, we leave them to last (You liar)
My young boy was slackin' in the T, I just
Gave him a kick up the arse (You liar)
Focus, workrate, progress, put in that
Work, then he's up (You already know)
How many man have the gangdem got?
How much residue in my pot?
How much pressure did we put on opps?
How many times have they out there locked?
Feds tryna find my spot
Man tryna right my wrongs
So I just write a song, uh
Two bad B's in the seat and me in the middle
Two rambos, symmetry, me in the middle
Rose gold with the VV's in the middle
D&G, had the Thai-made jeans in the middle
I know the police hate to see me win
They just wanna see me in the system
All of those times I was rottin' like a litty
Cah my mom went from Eagle and Bilton
Two bad B's in the seat and me in the middle
Two rambos, symmetry, me in the middle
Rose gold with the VV's in the middle
D&G, had the Thai-made jeans in the middle (One)
I just done it in my hoodie
Four-door swervin', no, it ain't boogie (Turn, turn, turn, turn)
I hope I ain't gotta go to judge, no Judy (You already know)
Ballys and hunnies, no phones in the car, them
Man ain't on but they talk like they are (One)
Them man ain't really got no arms, it come
Like they just been foldin' their arms (One)
It come like man been playin' Charades the way man talk with them arms
One day, I'm in the hood tryna pattern up
Shh, next day, I'm recordin' in France
Talk like they are
Foldin' their arms
Talk with them arms
Jugg, jugg, jugg, jugg, jugg
M1OnTheBeat
(TroyTrollBeats)
M1OnTheBeat
(TroyTrollBeats)
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