Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song I Used To , by - Sneakbo. Song from the album I Used To, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 11.06.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Island Records
Song language: English
I Used To |
| Nine fuckin' lives |
| I stand cool now, you need to chill out and get myself right |
| This what I always do, I always try to come out, help the man, and do this, |
| do that |
| In that time, when I’m in, I get hot |
| I ain’t gon' jail, fuck that, that’s dead |
| I wanna live |
| I wanna live, I wanna see life |
| All my twenties up in jail, fam |
| Imagine all my twenties, I was in jail |
| I used to waste time on opps |
| I use to rise up that .9 or Glock |
| I circle man’s block and beat off shots |
| I’m aimin' on-point, yeah, broski got touched |
| He’s like, «Sneakbo's a real G though, innit?» |
| Why you think that? |
| 'Cause he’s real, man |
| Lekaa Beats |
| I used to waste time on opps |
| I use to rise up that .9 or Glock |
| I circle man’s block and beat off shots |
| I’m aimin' on-point, your broski got touched |
| I used to spend time in cunch |
| I’m in the trap house tryna flip that grub |
| I got my mask on tryna rob that plug |
| I tek weh man’s cash and tek weh man’s stuff |
| I lacked and got stabbed by opps |
| My broski stepped out and turnt man off |
| They talk but they ain’t on job |
| Fam when the G’s ride, leave them man rubbed |
| Give out the smoke, bust man’s gun |
| Bring out the smoke, somebody gon' get bun |
| I love to see them man run |
| I love to see man try run and get tu’n (Skrrt) |
| I used to waste time in jail |
| I used to sit back and pray for bail |
| I used to not write no girls |
| I used to bust heads with friends in cells |
| I used to love road so much |
| I’m on the block, yeah, 'til the sun came up |
| The beef was on, K got his gun game up |
| The feds were on man, couple man still gone |
| I used to waste time on opps |
| I use to rise up that .9 or Glock |
| I circle man’s block and beat off shots |
| I’m aimin' on-point, your broski got touched |
| I used to spend time in cunch |
| I’m in the trap house tryna flip that grub |
| I got my mask on tryna rob that plug |
| I tek weh man’s cash and tek weh man’s stuff |
| Point me to the drama |
| Yes, I’m the one move Gully and Gaza |
| In the drill ting, I am the master |
| King or the father, whatever you rather |
| Didn’t get my man I was after |
| Then I came right back 'round like karma |
| I’ll put my man through trauma |
| He’s talkin' bare 'til I spill man’s lager |
| He’s due for a slaughter |
| Said he moves weight but the’s still on a quarter |
| I’ll leave my man in the corner |
| Now he’s like weed from California |
| I was in Kent, I was in Bristol |
| Dishin' out dirty dubs and crystal |
| Show you a trick, switch hands with a pistol |
| Got a revolver, resolvin' the issue |
| It’s a sad ting |
| See man wounded bad from a hand ting |
| Give him the five up down when I’m shankin' |
| This ain’t a rampin' shop for your rampin' |
| The three-door GB’s crampin' |
| We do drills, drops and campin' |
| Butter man’s toast, I don’t know 'bout jammin' |
| I’m there with Shannon, it’s nothin' but slammin' |
| Why she wanna ride it |
| As soon as I open my eyelids? |
| And this bad B come like a ding-dong |
| Bit rusty and got some mileage |
| Yeah, I’m done with the talkin' |
| If you want beef, go and put some heart in |
| Yeah, the opps are jarrin' |
| They soon catch chilli con carnin' |
| I used to waste time on opps |
| I use to rise up that .9 or Glock |
| I circle man’s block and beat off shots |
| I’m aimin' on-point, your broski got touched |
| I used to spend time in cunch |
| I’m in the trap house tryna flip that grub |
| I got my mask on tryna rob that plug |
| I tek weh man’s cash and tek weh man’s stuff |
| I used to waste time on opps |
| I use to rise up that .9 or Glock |
| I circle man’s block and beat off shots |
| I’m aimin' on-point, your broski got touched |
| I used to spend time in cunch |
| I’m in the trap house tryna flip that grub |
| I got my mask on tryna rob that plug |
| I tek weh man’s cash and tek weh man’s stuff |
| I’m like yeah, the old G’s, innit |
| And then yeah |
| But think about it though, Sneakbo got far though, innit |
| Comin' out of the hood, innit, I’m like come on, innit |
| He’s like, he’s like, «Sneakbo's a real G though, innit» |
| I’m like, I’m like, «Why you think that?» |
| 'Cause he’s real man, you can’t say 'why do you think that?' |
| Feel me? |
| 'Cause it’s like, he’s real innit |
| Come on, like obviously he’s done a lot of shit from comin' up Brixton, |
| you feel me? |
| He’s what establishes us out there |