Who all that bumbaclot rapping?
You know me, I am the original Don Dadda
You understand, you wanna ramp with a bumbaclot, hey? (UK Sinister)
Come on, come on, I've murdered people before
CDF CEO
Face on glow, pyscho flow
Michael Myers, Michael flow
I don't wanna chef, can I still make dough?
I don't show love 'cause I got no doubt
They be on my dick for the clout
I'm the heir to the street 'cause I think on my feet
If you ain't got P, don't shout
I ain't chilling in cloud, I was bagging up loud
Three-five for a box, no drought
I can't wait 'til I buck this clown
Imma run it in a Tech or a Balmain gown
Like J's the hardest, the rest discarded
It's natural selection, call me Darwin
Excuse me darling, my phone's alarming
Quick +44, who's this regarding?
Fuck them snakes (fuck them)
I just bill it in a zoot, getting baked
I don't run with a crowd, all fake
Thow shade, but it's love to your face
No, I'm not mad, just disappointed
When a coward get shook, they get to pointing
See, it could've been blessed, could've been avoided
Wear your heart on your sleeve and it'll get exploited
No, I'm not mad, just disappointed
When a coward get shook, they get to pointing
See, it could've been blessed, could've been avoided
Wear your heart on your sleeve and it'll get exploited
CDF CEO
Face on glow, pyscho flow
Michael Myers, Michael flow
I don't wanna chef, can I still make dough?
Street heir, tell 'em take it in
No strip club, but I rake it in
I'm a bougie bitch, I like porcelain
You got Actavis, and I pour it in
How many times?
Like how many times must I lap these pricks?
Like how many did I walk with a limp
'Cause the nank in my pants won't fit?
I gotta dead that thing 'cause he gave me the ick
But he let me take pics with the stick
Now he's blowing my phone 'cause I fuck with his bitch
Tell Siri play "Ric Flair Drip"
I was raised on Stockland
Never been nicked by Scotland
Think he's a real one, Holmes and Watson
He's for the streets, text us like Austin
I tried hard
But I'm back on the block like Quincy
J-Kwon if you wanna get tipsy
You could fuck with a tug, but it's risky
When we're in public know you can't lipse me
No, I'm not mad, just disappointed
When a coward get shook, they get to pointing
See, it could've been blessed, could've been avoided
Wear your heart on your sleeve and it'll get exploited
No, I'm not mad, just disappointed
When a coward get shook, they get to pointing
See, it could've been blessed, could've been avoided
Wear your heart on your sleeve and it'll get exploited
UK Sinister