Bolo Dappy (Ft. Abra Cadabra)

[Intro: Dappy]
You know I only talk that real
Yo Rvchet, it sounds mad
Woi
Yo yo

[Chorus: Dappy]
Pockets on swoler, getting older
Humble, I don't move too flashy
Them man are capping, man are actors
They need a Oscar, I'm just tryna grab me a Grammy
You're out here struggling with like 2 and a Q
It's been a month and you still ain't flipped shit
Can't be out here trapping like it's a fashion when you come from a real earnt family
Uh, uh, uh
Mr lover man, the money stacking up we need more rubber bands
I get it and split it with the fam
They get it and put it on the gram
Yo, yo
My pocks stay bolo, tell bro bro we got a show in a diffrent country
Your accountant say your out 'ere spеnding thousands fam your getting way too comfy

[Verse 1: Abra Cadabra]
Mashine in my hand, mop on the dеck im clean with the bang
Filling up a nigga finna go steam on a man
Better have a pillow and a duvet, cah he finna go sleep where he at
Mad ting
I lean with the ?gat?, I done tiktok block you can leave it to man, man leave with a bang no cap
Its mad with a mash in my palm
Bad from me born
Angle me arm and take my stance
I ain't thinking bout ?bootouts?, them man soft
Coulda had a firefight, they dont let that blast
I used to be like them riding round no p's on a ridgeback
So why wouldn't they bother me and make me rise up a big strap
Dig that