Clavish, Youngs Teflon, Rimzee, Tiny Boost - 4 Of Us

Ah
Mummy raised a good you but
I'm bad like my surname
Jackson 50 cent coins in this handgun
You ever heard a
Mac ring
Ain't nothing like a samsung
And we was making snowfall
Way before damson
Classmates turn wet, they underneath the dryer
How they singing like mariah
Turned the hood into a choir
Told my mum
I'm going to church
I was hiding out them flyers
I'm talking about the samples felt like
Marlo in the wire
Cause niggas like mine, I ain't met too many
Lay a finger on my dreads, they gon' get the semi
Uctile nights, had me sweatin' Henny
Left with
Jenny, gave me deep throat, I gave a benny
Jerry's
Catch me in the burbs, I'm just swervin' through the lanes
Got it overseas, my
Cuban links ain't a chain
She asked me what
I'm on, I said world domination
Cause me and my enforcer like
Pinky and the brain
And niggas know the coals don't come outside without your belly
Stoney on the island but you know we smoking cali
Out in
Santorini, in the villa, I'm with sally
By the seashore, I sold shells to the caddies
Me and
Act done it twice, we pending on card
Pull strings no guitar
Outside was frying like dumplings but
I couldn't come in
Talk mad
L's but
I won big
Baguettes in the ring for all them years on the wing
I hope
Allah forgive me for my sins
In them streets, I'm 30 Tryna get a body on this ting, ain't getting turkey
Had me queuing up for surgery, the hood raised me
Block boy before
JB, my come up was serious
JME is hard to think about streaming
Got niggas doing life for some street s*it
And niggas that ain't breathing
I remember going dances with big glocks, 60 for the wristwatch
These niggas dancing on tikTok
No forgetting trappy and taping off roads
These rap niggas make it up as they go
Late nights in the tea, testing dinners on fiends
Sending dust to use the country and they're coming back clean upper captain
Dream, I feel like martin luther
Put me in a class full of trappers, I'ma come out of 2R Took mad losses, I can tell you how them
L's felt
Or how to build a banging life from a jail cell
They're sleeping on my gangsta till the night
I'm standing over ya
Head shut and we gon' test like you're over ya
Can't stand around pigs and rats, got a phobia
I'm from
Pekka, where's protocol to keep a pole on ya
Hard body boost b*tch, don't ask me for no soft line
I was 17 on the glock act
Same way
I still put your buddy on a lock knife
Oh my
God, what happened to virgil
I'ma still get off-whacked
It's like every day
I wake up on the wrong side
True, my main one's been gone for a long time
Murder squad, can't roll if you ain't never let your burner up
So much niggas sliding, I can't tell you who's working was all
I know is that we put it in
There ain't no block that
I wouldn't spin
Timing boost, AKA Mr
Walk up and let it ring certified
OG, huh, I'm a veteran and
I ain't gotta check the ting
True, I know it's loaded
Mask on, but he knows
I smoked him
Jake saw me, I don't know who told him
And these little niggas wanna claim gangs
These times they had no involvement
No emotion when
I'm f*cking these hoes
I don't care who's inside, I'm still running your hoe, I'm trying to leave with the belly, what's beef, you see
Beefings when you squeeze till it's empty as well, I can't stop
Swede from making songs about killing, I ain't gotta follow, all double tap, I'm still hitting, in the station, but
This time for something that
I didn't, in the booth, only time you might, hear me try singing, my youngin back in the block, 7 days, 3 nickings, I
Ain't hit her since
I hit, I ain't
In the booth, only time you might
Hear me try singing my youngin back in the block
Seven days, three nickins
I ain't hit her since
I hit
I ain't trippin' me, I hate cats but
I make sure that
I provide for my kittens
You ain't ever had two spinners kissing, not twinning
Might put her in
YSL Pissed, I'm on the phone to her left
Then my clientele
Tagging up a nine, I can do it with my
IELTS girls
Feds fought, crashed, lined it up
And that's why they said no when he applied for bell
When the bag's orange, only time
I'm tryna take it out
Waste the money car, I ain't even gonna do my belt
I ain't tryna ride with no niggas scared to do the gel
If we get caught, he might do the tells
Yo, I was robbing phones way before
I started f*cking girls
Mum asked why
I'm selling crap car, it f*cking sells
Firearms, what, I'ma buy before
I pay for nails
I got ten tens from
Liverpool to
ATL Used to rob older niggas, never used to shoplift
I jump on the stage and my fans doing mosh pits
Them niggas don't like me, car really does this
My nigga done it bait and got busted
Free him up you