Bill Up

[Hook: Merky ACE and 𝘊𝘢𝘱𝘰 𝘓𝘦𝘦]

Nah, nah, nah, nah, line

Get bill up, that spliff

𝘕𝘢𝘩, 𝘯𝘢𝘩, 𝘯𝘢𝘩, 𝘯𝘢𝘩, 𝘯𝘢𝘩, 𝘯𝘢𝘩

𝘓𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘶𝘱, 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘐𝘢𝘯

(Aye, Capo, trust me) 𝘓𝘪𝘯𝘦, 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘶𝘱, 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘎𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘨

(𝘍𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵, 𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯, 𝘺𝘰) Line, get bill up, 'cah bill up

Nah, nah, nah, nah, lying

Get bill up, that spliff

𝘕𝘢𝘩, 𝘯𝘢𝘩, 𝘯𝘢𝘩, 𝘯𝘢𝘩, 𝘯𝘢𝘩, 𝘯𝘢𝘩

𝘓𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘶𝘱, 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘐𝘢𝘯

(Aye, Capo, trust me) 𝘓𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘶𝘱, 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘎𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘨

(Fuck that, listen, yo) Lying, get bill up, 'cah bill up

[Verse 1: Capo Lee]

Yeah, come around, nigga's know, I'm the one

Ain't got chipped, ain't got rid, I don't bun

I don't hide, I don't snitch, I don't run

I got bars, make you bounce, to the drum

Couple bangers, I'll be gone, in a sec

I got London, in my heart, and I rep

Fuck around, and it's karma, that you'll get

Huh? Raving, with your money, you're a myth

I ain't about this, sprint to the top and I'm out here for guidance

Chasing the money for the crown and the highness

Clash of the pagans, no we ain't righteous

Still trap hard for thе madders to writers

When it comеs to raves and the games provide us

When it comes to raves and the game won't mind us

When I touch mic it's all - yeah, not hypers

I thought, you trap, for a living

So why you dodging, these boxers, like Floyd?

You make line, off the food, now I'm 'nnoyed

In a trap, you're no longer, employed

Talk, 'bout youngers, in the states

You're a clown, with control, over your mates

Lying, get bill up, like Gates

I said, lying, get bill up, like gates

[Hook]

Nah, nah, nah, nah, lying

Get bill up, that spliff

𝘕𝘢𝘩, 𝘯𝘢𝘩, 𝘯𝘢𝘩, 𝘯𝘢𝘩, 𝘯𝘢𝘩, 𝘯𝘢𝘩

𝘓𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘶𝘱, 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘐𝘢𝘯

(Aye, Capo, trust me) Lying, get bill up, like Goldberg

(𝘍𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵, 𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯, 𝘺𝘰) 𝘓𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘶𝘱, '𝘤𝘢𝘩 𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘶𝘱

[Verse 2: Merky ACE]

Yeah

Rap bars, but grime, you don't do

We got our lives, on the line, for the move

Said you did, but you don't, have a clue

Getting gassed, 'cause your fans, think you do

So many garbs, always, they're my favourite

Chicken burger, no lettuce, any barbecue wings

They're favourite, Amsterdam sensia, I was their favourite

That park's my favourite, grams on my ankles achin'

Still out here man think that I'm ganking

'Cause I just splashed, but I earned that, statement

New kid, signed at a station, and went court

Your P's in a basin

G, you're a snitch

I do grime, but I still, ain't rich

'Cause I didn't, get no, inheritance

It was me, with a pagan, behind tints

Now I'm out, on my ones, got the link

If I get it, for you, there's a drink

Social ting, behind, the sink

Lying, get bill up, like Clint

[Hook]

Nah, nah, nah, nah, lying

Get bill up, that spliff

𝘕𝘢𝘩, 𝘯𝘢𝘩, 𝘯𝘢𝘩, 𝘯𝘢𝘩, 𝘯𝘢𝘩, 𝘯𝘢𝘩

𝘓𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘶𝘱, 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘐𝘢𝘯

(Aye, Capo, trust me) Lying, get bill up, like Goldberg

(𝘍𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵, 𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯, 𝘺𝘰) 𝘓𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘶𝘱, '𝘤𝘢𝘩 𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘶𝘱

Nah, nah, nah, nah, lying

Get bill up, that spliff

𝘕𝘢𝘩, 𝘯𝘢𝘩, 𝘯𝘢𝘩, 𝘯𝘢𝘩, 𝘯𝘢𝘩, 𝘯𝘢𝘩

𝘓𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘶𝘱, 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘐𝘢𝘯

(Aye, Capo, trust me) Lying, get bill up, like Goldberg

(𝘍𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵, 𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯, 𝘺𝘰) 𝘓𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘶𝘱, '𝘤𝘢𝘩 𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘶𝘱