Eski Shells AJ Tracey (Ft. Mic Ty)

[Verse 1: AJ Tracey]
It could all go wrong on a grim day
Ruin man's day, give a fuck what his ting say
Don't get pumped cuh your chick's in sight
Cuh the 44 long looks thick like Kim K
Drama like a goal in the 90th
In the dance, wapped up, I'm a 90s kid
Grab a bitch, spilling yak when I'm wavy
Red Bull all on her chest, that's hyper tits
See, it's hot in my bits
See, in my bits, let sticks pop in my bits
Young Gs with a flick and a rock in my bits
My niggas are on tops in my bits
In my bits, don't come to my block
Dial in man for the bits on the blocks
You're a sideman, Lonsdale all on your top
And you cat for the dro when you don't have gwop
Armani man bags, not here for the fashion
One hand in if a yout starts gassing
Headstart, run but the T will catch him
No encore, see the snub start clapping
There's bare machines like Maplin
He left his iPhone in the seat that he sat in
Girls try run all over the set
Burst tryna dodge bros and the shots start flapping
Insta drop man, no iPhone apping
Friends get snapped so they wanna start backing
Bare change pots, I'm Django jacking
UPS goons cuh the team's all packing
Get banged for the greaze they are chatting
Gunman? Who? What rifle you clapping?
Still clingfilm that I keep rapping
Temper tantrum in the trap, I'm stamping