[Verse 1: Clavish]
They say loose lips sink ships, watch out for your guys
Catch a case, fuck a petrol bath, I'm flying to Dubai
And I'm a rapper but see yesterday, I had it on me live
The hand ting in the Vito, not no ho I met online
If you try get him and you scratch him, that don't count as a stabbing
I keep my Trey on the block, my G-lock's in a different pattern
He's my bro and I love him, cut him off 'cause he was ratting
And he's cold but I don't play his song, I found out he was capping
Said forget about my rap name, she tryna know the real me
I robbed a lot of niggas, I'm assuming they don't feel me
Explaining to my mum there's guys that actually wanna kill me
And my nigga done that shit but he's going not guilty
Street politics and karma, my life's full of drama
Risk my freedom for the queen's head 'causе I know what I'd rather
I've got guys banged up doing kеttle whips
Meanwhile I'm uptown, spending seven grams on a starter
Smartphone for sale but first I need a shank, I'm not a punk
Coulda got done for kidnap, put Terrell up in the trunk
We got shots up in the car but these shots won't get you drunk
And bally up unless you like sleeping on beds that got a bunk
And to you it sounds stupid
But hopping out of stolen cars to me was therapeutic
I just hope the judge don't ever listen to my music
Yo, I only got two left
I hope Marnz or Muni got a link for some Lugers
They say loose lips sink ships, watch out for your guys
Catch a case, fuck a petrol bath, I'm flying to Dubai
And I'm a rapper but see yesterday, I had it on me live
The hand ting in the Vito, not no ho I met online
If you try get him and you scratch him, that don't count as a stabbing
I keep my Trey on the block, my G-lock's in a different pattern
He's my bro and I love him, cut him off 'cause he was ratting
And he's cold but I don't play his song, I found out he was capping
Said forget about my rap name, she tryna know the real me
I robbed a lot of niggas, I'm assuming they don't feel me
Explaining to my mum there's guys that actually wanna kill me
And my nigga done that shit but he's going not guilty
Street politics and karma, my life's full of drama
Risk my freedom for the queen's head 'causе I know what I'd rather
I've got guys banged up doing kеttle whips
Meanwhile I'm uptown, spending seven grams on a starter
Smartphone for sale but first I need a shank, I'm not a punk
Coulda got done for kidnap, put Terrell up in the trunk
We got shots up in the car but these shots won't get you drunk
And bally up unless you like sleeping on beds that got a bunk
And to you it sounds stupid
But hopping out of stolen cars to me was therapeutic
I just hope the judge don't ever listen to my music
Yo, I only got two left
I hope Marnz or Muni got a link for some Lugers
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