| You can catch a stone up in public
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| Mans still lurking
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| Man we jog on you and splash your face up in public
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| Mans still working doe
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| Billboards you see the ting up in public (Gang gang)
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| I loved it making so much moves
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| But gang gang up in public (x2)
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| (Verse 1: LD)
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| Call this one Ken
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| The way that it’s spinning and kicking (44)
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| Hit whoever we’re picking (Bow)
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| Let’s lurk manna take it there on volts
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| I roll up with the billing (Haha)
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| I fell in love with the poles and smoke
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| The lifestyle that we’re living (Gangland)
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| Bro fell in love with the kitchen he’s living
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| And whip more then he’s whizzing (3'Wess)
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| Keep silent
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| They know my face from rhyming
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| But know my name from riding (Real driller)
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| I spent racks on the and now when i step im shining (Bling)
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| Plus the Rolex timing (Yh alla alla dat)
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| My lyrics got the white boys
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| And it’s got the drillers dem riding
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| (Verse 2: Dimzy)
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| (Aiiii) Bro caught a bird he just ate dat
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| And he shrugged it like is nothing
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| C rose will tump him and then cut him like it’s nothing (Ching)
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| We roll out in 4 doors with 44s like it’s nothing (Skrr skrr)
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| They really see the 4 door coming
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| Pull up in public and bun him (Bow)
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| My og told me focus on music
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| Low with the waps and dingers
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| But I could find myself in the back of trucks
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| With flatted stones and dat spinners
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| deliveroo with them dinners
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| Bro got his chain on shivers (Brrrr)
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| Just got WiFi and cooker
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| Cut off the sticks with scissors
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| (Verse 3: Liquez)
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| Load it up cock it back get bun (Click clack)
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| Headshot that’s redrum
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| I’m tryna put a body in a bag
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| And truss I want more than one
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| Come with the clip full
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| And I won’t leave till it’s done
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| Rest in peace for the nigga that I whacked with this gun (Bow Bow)
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| Every time that we bucked our opps
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| They always run (Dash)
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| Every time that we bucked our opps
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| Check the scores we won
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| They say they done this
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| But they ain’t done none
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| They ain’t on piss
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| Nah they ain’t on stuff
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| Dem niggas ain’t bad
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| Nah they just talk nuff
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| in skengs we trust
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| (Verse 4: Asap)
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| No excuses (No)
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| I call up bro like yo let’s do this
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| Both in pebs
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| Send that text let’s get this food flipped
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| Two fat packs I make dat slim (Slim)
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| Mana put weight in trap den move it (Trap den move it, gone)
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| Being broke it’s so confusing
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| I drive through (Skrrr)
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| I was in Plymouth baking (I was baking)
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| Dimzy was up in Luton (Luton)
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| I remember them pushbike days
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| I was out shaving stupid (Cheffin)
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| (Hook: Dimzy)
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| (Gang) The streets are cold
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| You can catch a stone up in public
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| Mans still lurking
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| Man we jog on you and splash your face up in public
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| Mans still working doe
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| Billboards you see the ting up in public (Gang gang)
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| I loved it making so much moves
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| But gang gang up in public (x2) |