Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Progression, artist - Blade BrownDate of issue: 15.08.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Progression |
| Yeah |
| I got money that I never seen, I call that progression |
| I beat a case and another one, I call that a blessing |
| Heard that they’re plotting on niggas now, teach 'em a lesson |
| I know they’re praying I fall off, I know it’s depressing |
| That won’t happen never, sorry mate |
| Twenty suttin’s in the lorry mate |
| Do you get me? |
| Does it correlate? |
| What’s your order? |
| I’ll accomodate |
| And I can talk it 'cause I back it |
| This is fully automatic |
| Little suttin' for the static |
| But they ain’t even in my bracket |
| And I got drillers with me, I got trappers with me and they juggin' 'till the |
| night done |
| Pretty diva, I just piped one |
| I’ma spoil her if she the right one |
| I told theses rappers, «yeah, the hype’s fun» |
| But stack some bread for when the hype’s done |
| Seven figures, that’s the right sum |
| They wanna sign it then I might run |
| And niggas saying I don’t rap enough |
| I just tell 'em, you don’t trap enough |
| I can talk it, I can back it up |
| Your missus buss it and she back it up |
| Yeah, I don’t know 'bout all this rapping stuff |
| These little rappers better pattern up |
| Furthermore, just get your brackets up |
| Mmhm |
| Fresh for them, you know |
| Walked off the wing, ten quid straight |
| No messing, big racks, big waps, alla dat |
| Still pulling up on them, mmhm, ay |
| I might just sell man his verse and make a yearly salary |
| That’s why these trappers be mad at me |
| True say, they know I’m a booter, the realist in drill, there’s no one as gang |
| as me |
| Who you know shell out the opps and go shell down the show in the morning so |
| casually? |
| Feds had me locked for conspiracy, I just walked out on bail so casually |
| Tell these labels don’t bother, unless there’s quarter milli in the offer |
| Me and bro united, we control the middle of the field like Matic and Pogba |
| Anytime I pull up, mazza, bang, I still make it beat like Gotcha |
| Man load up the car near Foster and kill a K Trap imposter |
| Still drill and cut |
| Hope he turn pack and just bill it up |
| No one in Lambeth as real as us |
| Niggas talk reckless, be gettin' touched |
| Can’t walk or roll with no blicky tucked |
| Main man so they want my Medusa cut, I ain’t slippin' up |
| Only rap nigga in the game still drillin', and that there’s nuttin' but big |
| facts |
| Car, crib and a watch, that’s big racks, LD and Blade, big wass |
| My niggas shoot at the opps, they just cry on the net and try come with some |
| diss tracks |
| We’ve got big waps, you’re new to this ting, boy, we been bad |
| Three thousand grams in the gym bag |
| Eighty five bags in the bin bag |
| (Six Gang) |
| I got money that I never seen |
| I beat a case and another one |
| Heard that they’re plotting on niggas now |
| I know they’re praying I fall off |