Audacity
All this coke in the world
You still put nose in my business
Bitches, hate you all like snitches
How many times do my guys
Have to leave them man with stitches
Dickheads wanna beef, they pricks
I just wanna live in love and peace
Here for the cake, I don't want no piece
Man's in the game for the top, that's grease
Two, three, four, I ain't gotta say one
Killed that beat, now the whole ting's done
Filthy prick, you ain't gotta beef man
When I jump on the track, you ain't gotta say none
Drop that talk, I don't wanna hear chat
Man can't rhyme, all you manna just brass
Know one thing, all my bars are facts
Mandem strict, all we smoke is gas
4:00 a.m., and I'm still on the mic
Man can't stop, all I need is grind
Tings get wet, when I drop them rhymes
I don't drill, nuff them gang signs
I spy with my little eye, it's time
Someone gotta die, no chat, no lie
Never too high, never too shy
Ellish on the set, I'm a bad guy
Gwan if you bad then try-try
You not scared? That's a lie-lie
See your ting, that's a hi-hi
Man you're done, that's a bye-bye
Man from quay quay, been so cray-cray
White like Jaykae, time to pay-pay
Time to spray spray, what you say-say?
Took an L, but I bounce back AJ
I got more bars, and they more hard
Grime hot charts 'cause they so loud
Mum is more proud, hype more crowd
Fucking roll out, man are bare brown
I don't wear hats cuh I got crown
Anybody asks what I done?
Tell a man shutdown
Shutdown
Shutdown
Shutdown
Shutdown
All this coke in the world
You still put nose in my business
Bitches, hate you all like snitches
How many times do my guys
Have to leave them man with stitches?
Dickheads wanna beef, they pricks
I just wanna live in love and peace
Here for the cake, I don't want no piece
Man's in the game for the top, that's grease
All this coke in the world
You still put nose in my business
Bitches, hate you all like snitches
How many times do my guys
Have to leave them man with stitches?
Dickheads wanna beef, they pricks
I just wanna live in love and peace
Here for the cake, I don't want no piece
Man's in the game for the top, that's grease
You still put nose in my business
Bitches, hate you all like snitches
How many times do my guys
Have to leave them man with stitches
Dickheads wanna beef, they pricks
I just wanna live in love and peace
Here for the cake, I don't want no piece
Man's in the game for the top, that's grease
Two, three, four, I ain't gotta say one
Killed that beat, now the whole ting's done
Filthy prick, you ain't gotta beef man
When I jump on the track, you ain't gotta say none
Drop that talk, I don't wanna hear chat
Man can't rhyme, all you manna just brass
Know one thing, all my bars are facts
Mandem strict, all we smoke is gas
4:00 a.m., and I'm still on the mic
Man can't stop, all I need is grind
Tings get wet, when I drop them rhymes
I don't drill, nuff them gang signs
I spy with my little eye, it's time
Someone gotta die, no chat, no lie
Never too high, never too shy
Ellish on the set, I'm a bad guy
Gwan if you bad then try-try
You not scared? That's a lie-lie
See your ting, that's a hi-hi
Man you're done, that's a bye-bye
Man from quay quay, been so cray-cray
White like Jaykae, time to pay-pay
Time to spray spray, what you say-say?
Took an L, but I bounce back AJ
I got more bars, and they more hard
Grime hot charts 'cause they so loud
Mum is more proud, hype more crowd
Fucking roll out, man are bare brown
I don't wear hats cuh I got crown
Anybody asks what I done?
Tell a man shutdown
Shutdown
Shutdown
Shutdown
Shutdown
All this coke in the world
You still put nose in my business
Bitches, hate you all like snitches
How many times do my guys
Have to leave them man with stitches?
Dickheads wanna beef, they pricks
I just wanna live in love and peace
Here for the cake, I don't want no piece
Man's in the game for the top, that's grease
All this coke in the world
You still put nose in my business
Bitches, hate you all like snitches
How many times do my guys
Have to leave them man with stitches?
Dickheads wanna beef, they pricks
I just wanna live in love and peace
Here for the cake, I don't want no piece
Man's in the game for the top, that's grease
Credits
Writer(s): Ato Woody, Atokhan Azizkhodjaev, Bobur Umarov
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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