Lyrics Greezebloc - Babyfather

Greezebloc

Yeah man, ride
Ride innit
You know when you see your enemy, yeah?
You’re tryna bark off at him
This is that tune that you bark off your enemy to, yeah?
This one
Fuck it’s a wrap
'Cause I guess a nigga back
Pull that, and the niggas leave
Oh shit, it’s that nigga Dean
Yeah yeah, real and good, true and proper
I heard you lot are down for the rockas
How much you really down for the rockas?
And are you really down when I rock her?
Yeah, yeah, easy, easy, easy
Easy, easy, easy
«Hold on, who are you?
What’s wrong with you?»
«You're a fucking dick, bruv!
Put the fucking money in that little golf bag!»
«Listen, just be easy here.
Put the gun down,
let’s talk about this.
We’re all brothers, bruv.»
«What do you mean, 'all fucking brothers, bruv'?
You ain’t my brother, bruv!
You ain’t on this team,
bruv!
Just put the fucking money in that little golfer.»
«Yeah?
What are we doing here?»
«Just shut the fuck up, man!
Put the fucking money in the bag.»
«Disrespecting a man’s ting is a nice way to shut them up, yeah?»
«Bruv, don’t try no fuckin' funny business, you know.»
«Fam, I’m not saying I’m not doing it,
bruv.
I’m getting you that money, bruv.»
«Just put the fucking money in the bag, yeah?»
«Yes, bruv.
Of course.»