[Verse 1: KayMuni]
I'm antisocial, I hate Instagram
Ayo I only use Snapchat to chat to hoes
I'm OT for months, I'll catch a case before I catch a cold
And I ain't wanna leave but yo I had to go
You know why bro called me a sniper?
Cah I stood up on the block, preed every car that passed
I caught him and I bored him, never got a pass
D plugged me in so what the fuck I gotta lack for?
Strapped up, running from the task force
My boy got court in the morning and hopefully it goes well
If it don't, oh well, back to a cold cell
Wallah, I miss my old sales more than my old girl
Wap charge, no bail, had me eating cold meals
Told shawty that them mansions and them Lambos ain't far away
What I really feel, I find it hard to say
My boy got life, it's been hard today
But fuck it though, we stay mobbing
Yo I got jammed for four sticks and I ain't say nothing
[Verse 2: KB]
I only got Instagram for hoеs
I didn't even have a Snapchat on road, bro I'm old
And I got trеnch foot for real, you can see it on my soul
I never met OD but I was really on the O
In Garth, we was trapped on the spur
Five bills, we was going halves on packets of burn
And two quid for a phone
So when they bagged me G, it actually hurt
Twenty-eight days basic bring you back down to Earth
She had three iPhones and a fours in her house
She had fifteen quid in two separate accounts
They say "Bros before hoes" but his niggas keep on letting him down
And that's been stressing him out
They say "K, all you're spitting is pain"
But I'm a reallionaire nigga, they're just minimum wage
And try know bro, if I win a MOBO
We're bringing killers on stage
And a blick for my waist
I'm antisocial, I hate Instagram
Ayo I only use Snapchat to chat to hoes
I'm OT for months, I'll catch a case before I catch a cold
And I ain't wanna leave but yo I had to go
You know why bro called me a sniper?
Cah I stood up on the block, preed every car that passed
I caught him and I bored him, never got a pass
D plugged me in so what the fuck I gotta lack for?
Strapped up, running from the task force
My boy got court in the morning and hopefully it goes well
If it don't, oh well, back to a cold cell
Wallah, I miss my old sales more than my old girl
Wap charge, no bail, had me eating cold meals
Told shawty that them mansions and them Lambos ain't far away
What I really feel, I find it hard to say
My boy got life, it's been hard today
But fuck it though, we stay mobbing
Yo I got jammed for four sticks and I ain't say nothing
[Verse 2: KB]
I only got Instagram for hoеs
I didn't even have a Snapchat on road, bro I'm old
And I got trеnch foot for real, you can see it on my soul
I never met OD but I was really on the O
In Garth, we was trapped on the spur
Five bills, we was going halves on packets of burn
And two quid for a phone
So when they bagged me G, it actually hurt
Twenty-eight days basic bring you back down to Earth
She had three iPhones and a fours in her house
She had fifteen quid in two separate accounts
They say "Bros before hoes" but his niggas keep on letting him down
And that's been stressing him out
They say "K, all you're spitting is pain"
But I'm a reallionaire nigga, they're just minimum wage
And try know bro, if I win a MOBO
We're bringing killers on stage
And a blick for my waist
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