LA4AWEEK2 AJ Tracey (Ft. Sloan Evans & Swoosh God)

[Intro: AJ Tracey]
(Don't take this personally but)
(It sounds like Nyge)
Check, yeah

[Chorus: AJ Tracey]
I ain't the same when I'm sober
Probably got a chip on my shoulder
Had fun with my old ting but it's over
I've got a four-door Lamb' and a Rover
On a tour bus with the soldier
Wanna trade deuce in the holder
Never had a boss or older
Put you on a shirt or a folder
I ain't the same when I'm sober
Probably got a chip on my shoulder
Had fun with my old ting but it's over
I've got a four-door Lamb' and a Rover
On a tour bus with the soldier
Wanna trade deuce in the holder
Never had a boss or oldеr
Put you on a shirt or a folder

[Verse 1: AJ Tracey]
Kapital top (Yeah), Kapital jeans (Uh)
Chromе on my face (Bling), ice on my sleeve (Blaow)
Countin' me out, now they believe (Uh)
Man I'm too hot, I wanna leave (Uh)
I'm off a zoot, turnin' me up (Up)
Give me the ice, double my cup (Where)
They wanna smoke (Smoke)
I called the gang (Who?), grabbed on the scope
Turned 'em to duck (Brr)
Money and bunches
Cash too fit no lunges (Bling)
Here's what the funds is, grands and hundreds
I've been on the grind like grundgers
Stepped on a pack, repeat, repeat 'til the bottom of the stills got bunions (Brr, brr)
Weighing up onions, T-house pungent, straight outta London dungeons