[Intro]
(Rah, that's Rjay on the track)
Alright
[Chorus: Dee Green]
I made two quid from leakin' my number
I heard he got— Uh, long one
But he didn't die, he was just in a slumber
How many packs got bought and ruptured?
Break that, shot that
Make my prof' with no interruptions
If it weren't me that took your pack, it was Quano
No questions, that's hundred
[Verse 1: Dee Green]
Where I come from, you can't be deaf
Sign language looks like you're throwin' up sets
I'm looking at yutes with names like, "Skeng"
Like, you didn't earn that, you got no attempted murders
Live in the T home, police circling
Fuck that I'm living off chips and burgеrs
Half heart bad boys, victim turn
And they spoke onlinе they were shitting in person
Why you think I don't rate these guys?
Told gang 130 in a Z of the imports, yeah that's a caring price
Gotta know your weakness, I like bad bitches
I guess I'm aware of mine
I come from a place where if bro don't have it
Whatever it is, we're sharing mine
Sharing's caring, my outfit's smelling like weed man air it out
Sofa surfing, at nit bag's yard but they think man made it now
I got my JBL in the bando coz when Blanco sends his verse
Gotta hear that loud
I rush to the T when my papers down
(Rah, that's Rjay on the track)
Alright
[Chorus: Dee Green]
I made two quid from leakin' my number
I heard he got— Uh, long one
But he didn't die, he was just in a slumber
How many packs got bought and ruptured?
Break that, shot that
Make my prof' with no interruptions
If it weren't me that took your pack, it was Quano
No questions, that's hundred
[Verse 1: Dee Green]
Where I come from, you can't be deaf
Sign language looks like you're throwin' up sets
I'm looking at yutes with names like, "Skeng"
Like, you didn't earn that, you got no attempted murders
Live in the T home, police circling
Fuck that I'm living off chips and burgеrs
Half heart bad boys, victim turn
And they spoke onlinе they were shitting in person
Why you think I don't rate these guys?
Told gang 130 in a Z of the imports, yeah that's a caring price
Gotta know your weakness, I like bad bitches
I guess I'm aware of mine
I come from a place where if bro don't have it
Whatever it is, we're sharing mine
Sharing's caring, my outfit's smelling like weed man air it out
Sofa surfing, at nit bag's yard but they think man made it now
I got my JBL in the bando coz when Blanco sends his verse
Gotta hear that loud
I rush to the T when my papers down
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