Cops and Robbers

Trapped soul like Bryson tiller
Want to right my wrongs
Cos I was born a sinner
Tryna stack my Os and 0s
Make it bigger
Could take your bitch
Skrr back to the bits
And make that bunda bounce like tigger
My bro making moves
Dishing out food
Call him Stringer

Am no central cee but am loading loading
Man sniff beak
While I smoke my potent weed
Had him in a alleyway
To be making Ps
To many frenemies a bill a zoot
Then freeze
All of my life
Got me thinking these Gs
Fuck that that's a new track
Just been teased
Just wait for the album
Wolf 19
2 0 20

I want to be like Deno Motorola
But buy it cash
Forget about pablo escobar fakes
That hide their face
And use baseball bats
Stuck with groups of wannabe
Gs and donnies
Trap for the rep and fact is
Their all gonna snake each other
Sleep in cells and get ate by rats
Yeah I got friends that I class as brothers
I dream about sending a lambo
Big fat chain, Rolex
But I gotta work hard
While I wake up wearing my joggers
Been out all night in the car
Dodging pigs like cops n robbers
We ain't got no Jaguar
Spin the polo
Skrr far from the choppers

Bro why's this bitch so needy
She knew what it was
I beat skeet
And then am outta there speedy
Get off my dick
Am just living
Not greedy
Not like the average civilian
Could say am a fucking villain
Am evil like the DC bane
Blank her calls again and again
She keeps saying she loves me
No good darling
Can't wife no one don't need no main
Unless she wanna hold these packs
Insane back
I might have to tap my main squeeze
Forget about all these hoes
Fuck that
Gonna shoot no Harry Kane

We don't rep no colours
We just run from the flashy
Blue
Lights every time that we moving
Gotta stay low so they don't have a clue
Last boy got a 3.5 had a smile on his face
And he said thank you
But I seen him on Friday night
And he runs
Cos his payments way overdue
I woke from the deepest sleep
All that was a dream
Cos my heads so mashed
I rang bro said i wanna wake up early
No snoozing gotta get this cash
Set the alarm clock
5 in the morning
Tracksuit on to patrol in black
Moncler got me feeling to hot
But the drips on top cos we making stack
Oh
Shit
Fuck
Wait
What's my next bar
Who would of thought 5 months ago
That we would come this far
I got a big fat moncler
But I wanna sit down and smoke cigars
Like Paccino
Chill and my young guns sell it all
Cos I just can't be arsed

Now they're asking me if am sane
But I don't need to explain
Why you can't relate to this pain
That's stuck inside of this brain
015 is when things weren't the same
My heart turned cold
Froze up
It's insane
Money's the motive
Fuck the fame

Fuck the fame
I used to wanna be a top boy
Like Shane
Now everybody bows
When they hear my name
On a track
Cos I spit fire
Feel the flames
Got 10 double O 5s
In my jeans
For the party fiends
But I got no case
Cos am smooth like a hitman
Double 007
My names wolf
But you can call me David Blaine
We're not the same

Trapped soul like Bryson tiller
Want to right my wrongs
Cos I was born a sinner
Tryna stack my Os and 0s
Make it bigger
Could take your bitch
Skrr back to the bits
And make that bunda bounce like tigger
My bro making moves
Dishing out food
Call him Stringer

Am no central cee but am loading loading
Man sniff beak
While I smoke my potent weed
Had him in a alleyway
To be making Ps
To many frenemies a bill a zoot
Then freeze
All of my life
Got me thinking these Gs
Fuck that that's a new track
Just been teased
Just wait for the album
Wolf 19
2 0 20