[Intro]
Sapphire
[Hook]
Losses and winnings
Me and bro do 90 on the M-way and I’m still fresh out the system
Still trap phones, bandos (One)
Still blenders in kitchens (One)
Just got a 9 in the PM
Like the football league that shit’s going straight into divisions (Told me turn)
We’re some real drug dealers (One)
You won’t need a prescription
All of my niggas do drillings (One)
All these feds tryna ask for descriptions (One)
All these feds tryna ask for a witness
From way back, Headie been a OFB realist
And I ain’t gotta ask for opinions
[Verse 1]
I just got a source for some TT dots
Told this fiend take it to the head like Krillin
My social phone’s EE
But I got my Lyca phone still ringin'
I do road for my GG
My aim’s mad so it’s all safe for civilians
Plus you can’t tell me about dippings
More time I lean, finesse that with riddim
Been love with the trap, caught feelings
I stack this money to the ceiling
And that’s till I’m sittin' on a million
And that’s till I’m on a yacht just chillin'
I got beef on the streets when there’s tings on the market
I can’t give a show of what it cost
The last time I done road, my lil bro Tizz took a 6 for that loss
I got my niggas on the road and there still doin' bits and bobs
They got their arse filled with dots
The last time I put in the work on a weekday
I had my yard filled with cops
And it's these 3-hour trips out the M-way
I got my bag filled with prof'
Still winning when I take a loss
Sapphire
[Hook]
Losses and winnings
Me and bro do 90 on the M-way and I’m still fresh out the system
Still trap phones, bandos (One)
Still blenders in kitchens (One)
Just got a 9 in the PM
Like the football league that shit’s going straight into divisions (Told me turn)
We’re some real drug dealers (One)
You won’t need a prescription
All of my niggas do drillings (One)
All these feds tryna ask for descriptions (One)
All these feds tryna ask for a witness
From way back, Headie been a OFB realist
And I ain’t gotta ask for opinions
[Verse 1]
I just got a source for some TT dots
Told this fiend take it to the head like Krillin
My social phone’s EE
But I got my Lyca phone still ringin'
I do road for my GG
My aim’s mad so it’s all safe for civilians
Plus you can’t tell me about dippings
More time I lean, finesse that with riddim
Been love with the trap, caught feelings
I stack this money to the ceiling
And that’s till I’m sittin' on a million
And that’s till I’m on a yacht just chillin'
I got beef on the streets when there’s tings on the market
I can’t give a show of what it cost
The last time I done road, my lil bro Tizz took a 6 for that loss
I got my niggas on the road and there still doin' bits and bobs
They got their arse filled with dots
The last time I put in the work on a weekday
I had my yard filled with cops
And it's these 3-hour trips out the M-way
I got my bag filled with prof'
Still winning when I take a loss
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