Medellin

GB Records London

Probably saw me on the corner serving to a fiend
Mummy kitchen counter looking like it's Medellín
All the kitties coming 'cause I'm serving better B
Jakes raided every morning, now they wouldn't let me breathe (yeah)

Spent my teens selling packs from a nitty's sofa
Mayfare and a poker, five stacks driving back boy, they can't pull me over
Looking up the olders, everybody's a vulture
If I give you a consignment, pay on time, not a day over
You ain't never seen a cobra
Never test a wap, and had to blow out
Come out next day, see the way the trees open
I was cutting through the city boy, driving like it's stolen
Bad bitch with me, hot line fucking blowing

Fed a bag of young G's, fed a bag of peers
Trap bust me on some game, so I skipped a couple years
Used to drive to my connect, come back with hella Z's
Told my bagger, do the light, and 20's do the dark and 10's
Used to do the moves, then no one will buy the dutty
Back when guard got it cracking, with some nerds who lost a shotty
Now he home next year, judge game him 13
Watch him mother shed tears, then cut straight to OT

Probably saw me on the corner serving to a fiend
Mummy kitchen counter looking like it's Medellín
All the kitties coming 'cause I'm serving better B
Jakes raided every morning, now they wouldn't let me breathe

Little nigga with a screw loose, shoot, shoot
I'ma hit a nigga if it's you or me
Little nigga with a screw loose, shoot, shoot
I'ma hit a nigga if it's you or me

Put your money where your mouth is (cash)
I put my money into houses
Every day, I'm making thousands
And I ain't selling no ounces (kilos)
Half a milli' in the couches, straps on a desk
Trap lines bouncing, packs on the bed
Cocaine mountain, racks on your head, no games out him

I tell my youngers, never sit without it
We really killers, we really about it
You just rapping, you ain't really 'bout it
Big guns clapping, you know where the south is (south)
Fur on my coat, birds on my boat
Big watch on my wrist, nerds wanna choke
If you say Corleone, refer to a GOAT
Me and Adz on a track, word to the ghost

Probably saw me on the corner serving to a fiend
Mummy kitchen counter looking like it's Medellín
All the kitties coming 'cause I'm serving better B
Jakes raided every morning, now they wouldn't let me breathe

Little nigga with a screw loose, shoot, shoot
I'ma hit a nigga if it's you or me
Little nigga with a screw loose, shoot, shoot
I'ma hit a nigga if it's you or me

Probably saw me on the corner serving to a fiend
Mummy kitchen counter looking like it's Medellín
All the kitties coming 'cause I'm serving better B
Jakes raided every morning, now they wouldn't let me breathe

Probably saw me on the corner serving to a fiend
Mummy kitchen counter looking like it's Medellín
All the kitties coming 'cause I'm serving better B
Jakes raided every morning, now they wouldn't let me breathe



Credits
Writer(s): Derek Simpson, Corleone Corleone
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