Cctv

CCTV caught me on the main street
Blade, pants, let it rip, tuck it on the back-street
CCTV caught me on the main street
Blade, pants, let it rip, tuck it on the back-street

I'd catch a body for my boys
We about to make some noise
We got fraudsters, we got dealers, I got shooters with them toys
Boy, we chop it, getting rich
Tell us stop it, jealous bitch
I know a hundred little bitches that would drop it for the dick

Let me just state the facts, I got the loudest packs
I just save and stack, I need a hundred bands
Never stop, working and working, I work 'til I drop
Don't look at the price-tag, I want it, I cop
She said that she love me, I turn that shit off
Man I got rich real fast, I really been fucking these checks up
I hopped in the whip and I crashed, I left it in pieces and torched it
And I got tabs on tabs, i'm selling these tabs to your main bitch
She grinding on me, let me tap
I really been grinding to cash it

I don't need a forty, mission like Morty
She moving so horny, adventures like Dory
Swiper, i'm swiping, shock him like lightning
If the feds pull it, you know we keep driving
She wanna chase, fuck on her face
And this ain't a race but never last place
I won't catch a case, this shit with no face
If we hit a lick then we cautious and case

If we hit a lick then lil bro you best brace
Remember lil BK, the pussy got braces
This callous embrace, we tear down the streets to put food on our plates
No fucks if you rate us
They said that they hate us but now they wanna safe us
But all of them strangers, I put them in danger
The crease on his trainers, we all money wagers
Our budget just rising, this life how we play this

Drugs in my cup and they got me slurring
Been fucked up on the grind, i'm learning
Opps on the block, that's tough, keep lurking
Drops on the plug, unplugged, man merk him
She sweet like candy, baddie, serving your shawty Mandy
With this blade on my waist so handy and my bars stay hot like cladding
I manage

I manage myself, my money as well
It's bloody as hell, I gotta rebel
'Cos life is not easy, I made it look breezy
I run down the words that you're trying to sneak in
And if you want beef there's no truce, leave you bleeding
She giving me face so I left the bitch heaving
Struggle to breathe, fuck is the meaning
Opened my eye so I see through the leaching



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Writer(s): Elliot Taylor
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