Stolen One Rekky

[Intro]
Kettle on my wrist, it's a Rolex one
Stolen one
It's a—, it's a—, it's a oldest gun (Grrt)
It's the oldest one
Kettle on my wrist, it's a Rolex—
A stolen one
It's a—, it's a—, it's a oldest gun (Grrt)

[Verse 1]
Whip it, let it lock then we scrape it up
I got a Pyrex bowl full of Elizabeth
Got Rolex dreams, crack cocaine fiends
You know how we do, so I live it up
I'm in a RS3, ain't legal
Bussin' up red lights really got me moving all evil
See traffic, don't panic
Ram it on the curb like I'm tryna tarmac people
I'm smoking hella loud 'cause of pain
And I gotta close this pan roof 'cause of rain
And you see our hearts ain't the same
If my darg's broke, he's getting fifty of what I made
Yeah, 'cause we came from the bottom but we're heading to the top
Smoking BX17 'round the block
St Saviours Road and down Alum Rock
By the time I hit star, the chase got popped
Then I'm back in a rental, block still bakin'
Roll up a Cali spliff, kickback waitin'
Cats on the line, told them that it's ravin'
Swerve 'round the back roads, money that I'm makin'