IRA the God
AYO Beats
Don't gamble your life
Roll dice, no Ludo
Soon be a boss
No Hugo
Said you know me
But I don't know you though
Smack down grub in the trap for the cash
I'm hittin' these cats
But it ain't no Judo
Bud send man up to Pluto
All of the mandem United
Call man Rashford and YD's Bruno
'Cah they way he drops and assists it
I'm moving the grub on the pavement
Jakesdem watching, still trying to risk it
In the kitchen, with the Pyrex whipping
Trap making the gangdem a killing
Vibe in the motive
Henny i'm sipping
Lively you know the spinting's spinning
Hundred percent that he brought it with him
Man just bill up a spliff then rass it
Stuck in the trap with cash, crack
Emma, Mike and Martin
Backstrap Zens on my ear let me spark it
Bro got a 'Dings for a Bills and he's scraping wraps
Got me thinking rahted
Just started
Take off with the Martians
Just started
Take off with the Martians
I come a long way from the T House
Dem man there come like Vybz Kartel
They once was bad but now they look bleach out
Me and JS was stuck in the trap
Serving to cats
Should've heard how they meowed
I got nicked
They let me out
Fucking hell, got out of them cells
And copped me a scale to bag up my re-up
Back the dot-dot out of my rucksack
I don't wanna fight like Ryan Garcia
Couple bad B's say that they want me
They just groupies like Destiny's Child
Told this bad one come get to glurping
She love slurping so I buss in her mouth
I love me a slim-thick lighty
She hold the Wap when we go uptown
I can't do 3.5's for a 20s
Three for a 30 to better my stack
Niggas talking brass on the net
But live in the flesh don't back their chat
Don't wanna haffi phone up Yardie
Then they gonna know about rising Waps
I get my Ps for a fours
What you know about hitting the trap?
We ain't hitting the Forbes
I'm flipping these packs
Can't fuck with no rats
My circle stay small
But I'm big on the map, no cap
Out on the Geely i'm revving the gas
She said she wanna fuck with me
And next minute she's throwing it back
Moonwalk on the Opp block
Back the Dot-Dot
Had the fans dem going on mad
Like, this is the life I live
Trust me nigga I ain't doing no cap
Bad b love to throw that back
She shake her arse and she make that clap
Bad b love to throw that back
She shake her arse and she make that clap
Ayy
She shake her arse and she make that clap