[Chorus: Headie One]
Just put my shank through the pack, I can't lie, it stinks
Middle finger to the middle man, I can't lie, I had to minus him
All I know is ninety on the M, countless reloads and Lyca sims
How can I count my losses when I like to win?
See me fly out the ride, two hands on my waist, just know I'm about to twin
Them man trap and put it on Snap, I was in the TB, seein' BB pins
Do road with digi's, blades, bags, clings, all kinds of things
Dinger filled with autos, dotties, spins, all kinds of things
[Verse 1: Sleeks]
I can tell you 'bout nights in the T
Two packs with me, Suge Knight ain't in the passenger seat (Nope)
I pick up the scales and balance the green
Spent half [?] P's on cabs, man can't tell me 'bout street (Skrrt)
What you know 'bout bagging up? Ain't had nothin' to eat
I've been sittin' in this spot so long, I can't even feel my feet (Trap)
Been doin' up mileage, this week, ran through three (Trap, trap)
Money and beef, I don't wanna talk it out like Santan D (I don't wanna talk it out)
When you bust that vacuum pack, all kind of stink
Had to cut the middle man 'cause he like to drink
Been on the roads from long and that's way before Lyca sims (True)
Me and K doin' ninety on the M, addin' up fives, tens and pinks (Notes)
Same way you cross that road, when you cross man's path, better stop and think
Two hands on a hefty ting, unbalance him
I will never count my losses 'cause I like to win
All I know is bags, boxes, girls and a roll of cling (What you talking 'bout?)
[Chorus: Headie One]
(One)
Just put my shank through the pack, I can't lie, it stinks
Middle finger to the middle man, I can't lie, I had to minus him
All I know is ninety on the M, countless reloads and Lyca sims
How can I count my losses when I like to win?
See me fly out the ride, two hands on my waist, just know I'm about to twin
Them man trap and put it on Snap, I was in the TB, seein' BB pins
Do road with digi's, blades, bags, clings, all kinds of things
Dinger filled with autos, dotties, spins, all kinds of things
[Verse 2: Headie One]
I was dealing with fiends on Christmas Day, come like The Grinch
I gotta wipe down digi's, can't have residue and fingerprints
From kway back, been in the T, forget about [?] King (One)
All I do is drillin' and trappin', I don't really care about anything
Gotta deal with opps, they'll take a mile if you 'llow them a inch
No face, no case when gang just wind down the tints
That's another excellent finish, do it like Mandžukić (Baow)
Forget about Banglez, when I rise that steel, I won't miss (One)
I treat the trap phone with care cah it kicks
Divide this pack into sections and I get it gone swift
Three for twenty, pay 40 for six
First phone call in the A.M, I just go there, collect one fifth
Bro bro doin' up kitchen ish, has blenders and kitchen sinks
M-way doin' up wrist on wrist, gotta avoid these guinea pigs
Can't do induction again, Lord knows I'm pissed
No more bad B's comin' to the niz, instead they gotta come through with the ting
[Chorus: Headie One]
Just put my shank through the pack, I can't lie, it stinks
Middle finger to the middle man, I can't lie, I had to minus him
All I know is ninety on the M, countless reloads and Lyca sims
How can I count my losses when I like to win?
See me fly out the ride, two hands on my waist, just know I'm about to twin
Them man trap and put it on Snap, I was in the TB, seein' BB pins
Do road with digi's, blades, bags, clings, all kinds of things
Dinger filled with autos, dotties, spins, all kinds of things
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