Lyrics Touring - Slim, Headie One

Touring

Three O spots, thats my definition of a business plan
We dem boys dat run through 15, shh
And have a couple Cubans linking hands
Couple times man done it all bait all alone
Or I done did it with gang
I can never sit on my ass and complain about cash
I just hit the strip and go ham
Six shot clap like a round of applause
Na you won’t only hear it from fans
The way the gang always get smokey
With always in
013 was mad, tell the plug, give fags
How many times have I been in their trap?
And I had to go make it, I’ll balance on sight
If I ever had a show in an hour
Had to rush just to weigh the last couple of grams
Left the T with a couple of grand
And hit show and got couple of grand
Me and bro own a whole load of waps
Might have to tell the label I want it in cash
I was in the jailhouse puttin' in aps
Touch road, push weight without a weapon or am'
— Pre-Chorus
I ain’t got time for the jokes aside
Came to far from a runner on lines
Now its designer kicks when I step in a brick
And put runners on lines
And I did it in O
Same way I did it with bro
Look at the whip, I did it with love
And dem man would have been lit too if they did it with us
— Chorus
D&G or Givenchny is what I walk in
I ain’t got time for stress from no shawty
More time the boy touring
Uptown with the gang and do shopping
And then we go foreign
On time for my freshman’s dinner
And then I finish with a soft drink
Slim and heads
That sounds like the trap and skengs
And I came a long way from little old me
Just coz back then we done it on peds
Now I just pull up in foreign whips
You can miss me with the politics
Coz I paid 60 racks for the watch and that
No way I borrowed this
So just keep it good
And no way I could beef these kids
They don’t keep it hood
And I feel like the one with the twos that I done in the T
Just repeating juggs
It was just me, mention slim, we talking G’s
I know about work
How many times did I turn on the heat and fuck up a bird?
Excellent stuff
And the trap phone is peppering up
If it weren’t for the funds, glitz and glamour
Would I be getting this love?
If it weren’t for the rap and trap
Would a young nigga be getting this uck?
Now I just pull up in German whips
And I heard that a brick’s soon 36
So now I’m gonna take a dirty trip
— Chorus
D&G or Givenchny is what I walk in
I ain’t got time for stress from no shawty
More time the boy touring
Uptown with the gang and do shopping
And then we go foreign
On time for my freshman’s dinner
And then I finish with a soft drink
— Pre-Chorus
I ain’t got time for the jokes aside
Came to far from a runner on lines
Now its designer kicks when I step in abrick
And put runners on lines
And I did it in O
Same way I did it with bro
Look at the whip, I did it with love
And dem man would have been lit too if they did it with us