Just Eat (feat. Country Dons & SL)
What you sayin'?
(KP Beatz)
Look, I was outside, tryna see more
If you want bread, go and be more
Look, listen, look, yeah
Look, I was outside, tryna see more
If you want bread, go and be more
Go and get some off a next cunt
You were blowin' on the Ammi 'til the best come
That's the best tree from the best seeds
Trust God, but only hammy will protect me
Let the rest free, let the rest out
Let me roll up, true, I'm stressed out
Look, I can't worry 'bout no bitch, know I'm gettin' paid
I'm switchin' lanes, baggin' chase, I'm gone, call me David Blaine (gone)
I'm on a paper chase, I'm rollin' up these paper planes
I tell my drivers, hit them backroads for the safest ways
And when you leave, I need an ETA
Trapping's in my DNA (it's in my blood), same spot and same cat for seven days (shit)
I'm tryna whip it like I'm 50 in the Escalade
I got them preein' tryna figure how I'm gettin' paid (how?)
No more sellin' 'caines, turn light to walker's stage
That's VVS' round my neck, you can catch a glaze (yes)
Funny how the times changed (it's funny)
Real recognise real, for two years straight
We was bangin' out the best taze (strip's flat)
Go and ask your best mate (go and ask)
Hello, ain't no chess days
Real trappy boy, I can plug you in like PressPlay (plug you in)
I'll dip you through your chest plate
Anytime we glide, it goes smoother than a Segway (smooth)
L.A., next day
Look, best of crow, 36, box it off
Blessed the roads, Just Eat, dropped it off
Grammy draws, I used to abuse the block
New their cops, halt it, I'm movin' off
Where's the gang? Left them, they do a lot
Brainiac, trust me, she knew a lot
Gryffindor, big spoon, work the pot
If I could (Country), wouldn't even turn the clock
Yo, trend setter, cash go-getter (gang)
I'm not hatin' on my bredda, we get this money together (trap)
I was bruck like Lesnar, them days, I only had a tenner
When they didn't wanna know me, now, they make more than a jester
Fed chase on a Vespa, I can't even call up Lester (skrrt)
If you've been around my bros, it ain't the coldest in December (facts)
Big wap with suppressor, you can look like Akinfenwa (grrt)
All I gotta do is point, it's rippin' through your polyester (skrr-skrr-skrrt)
I come from, no hope, no joke, you just wouldn't cope (ah)
In the trap with snow, you're tryna 360 no-scope
Couldn't get the yellow tone, my skin match the rose gold (matchin')
Now, I'm seein' racks these stush gyal are tryna touch toes
It's fucked bro, still got the best of seeds
OT grow houses, top Vicky up with up ecstasy
Whip with chemistry, you would've thought this one from Medellín
Them man don't trap, they're just on roads, sellin' dreams (cappin')
Look, best of crow, 36, box it off
Blessed the roads, Just Eat, dropped it off
Grammy draws, I used to abuse the block
New their cops, halt it, I'm movin' off
Where's the gang? Left them, they do a lot
Brainiac, trust me, she knew a lot
Gryffindor, big spoon, work the pot
If I could, wouldn't even turn the clock
They know we're trappin', hundred racks in this Gucci bag
Swervin' all the jakes, in Junction they wanna get me bagged
I tell the driver, "Keep it clean, don't be gettin' flagged"
We got machines, big tings that don't ever jam
If you're rollin' out to cunch, you know we got it
.32, it's in my pocket, I'ma whip it then I lock it
Then I fuck her, then I block it
Years I sum, we been through profit
Lil' bro done his first ching and told me that he vomit (ha-ha-ha)
Look in my eyes and see this pain
Got a mask on like I'm Kane
I know they want me in the cage
She holds my strap, that shit's my main
Got some YG's that be ruthless
Got some YG's that be ruthless
Been through battles, I got scars
Got some waps, stashed in cars
Baby, I'm a star, take you up to Mars (let's go)
Audemar, foreign car, I know you see me whizzin' past
This ain't Insta, this is real life, let me show you who we are
What you sayin'?
Look, I was outside (KP Beatz), tryna see more
If you want bread, go and be more
Look, listen, look, yeah
(KP Beatz)
Look, I was outside, tryna see more
If you want bread, go and be more
Look, listen, look, yeah
Look, I was outside, tryna see more
If you want bread, go and be more
Go and get some off a next cunt
You were blowin' on the Ammi 'til the best come
That's the best tree from the best seeds
Trust God, but only hammy will protect me
Let the rest free, let the rest out
Let me roll up, true, I'm stressed out
Look, I can't worry 'bout no bitch, know I'm gettin' paid
I'm switchin' lanes, baggin' chase, I'm gone, call me David Blaine (gone)
I'm on a paper chase, I'm rollin' up these paper planes
I tell my drivers, hit them backroads for the safest ways
And when you leave, I need an ETA
Trapping's in my DNA (it's in my blood), same spot and same cat for seven days (shit)
I'm tryna whip it like I'm 50 in the Escalade
I got them preein' tryna figure how I'm gettin' paid (how?)
No more sellin' 'caines, turn light to walker's stage
That's VVS' round my neck, you can catch a glaze (yes)
Funny how the times changed (it's funny)
Real recognise real, for two years straight
We was bangin' out the best taze (strip's flat)
Go and ask your best mate (go and ask)
Hello, ain't no chess days
Real trappy boy, I can plug you in like PressPlay (plug you in)
I'll dip you through your chest plate
Anytime we glide, it goes smoother than a Segway (smooth)
L.A., next day
Look, best of crow, 36, box it off
Blessed the roads, Just Eat, dropped it off
Grammy draws, I used to abuse the block
New their cops, halt it, I'm movin' off
Where's the gang? Left them, they do a lot
Brainiac, trust me, she knew a lot
Gryffindor, big spoon, work the pot
If I could (Country), wouldn't even turn the clock
Yo, trend setter, cash go-getter (gang)
I'm not hatin' on my bredda, we get this money together (trap)
I was bruck like Lesnar, them days, I only had a tenner
When they didn't wanna know me, now, they make more than a jester
Fed chase on a Vespa, I can't even call up Lester (skrrt)
If you've been around my bros, it ain't the coldest in December (facts)
Big wap with suppressor, you can look like Akinfenwa (grrt)
All I gotta do is point, it's rippin' through your polyester (skrr-skrr-skrrt)
I come from, no hope, no joke, you just wouldn't cope (ah)
In the trap with snow, you're tryna 360 no-scope
Couldn't get the yellow tone, my skin match the rose gold (matchin')
Now, I'm seein' racks these stush gyal are tryna touch toes
It's fucked bro, still got the best of seeds
OT grow houses, top Vicky up with up ecstasy
Whip with chemistry, you would've thought this one from Medellín
Them man don't trap, they're just on roads, sellin' dreams (cappin')
Look, best of crow, 36, box it off
Blessed the roads, Just Eat, dropped it off
Grammy draws, I used to abuse the block
New their cops, halt it, I'm movin' off
Where's the gang? Left them, they do a lot
Brainiac, trust me, she knew a lot
Gryffindor, big spoon, work the pot
If I could, wouldn't even turn the clock
They know we're trappin', hundred racks in this Gucci bag
Swervin' all the jakes, in Junction they wanna get me bagged
I tell the driver, "Keep it clean, don't be gettin' flagged"
We got machines, big tings that don't ever jam
If you're rollin' out to cunch, you know we got it
.32, it's in my pocket, I'ma whip it then I lock it
Then I fuck her, then I block it
Years I sum, we been through profit
Lil' bro done his first ching and told me that he vomit (ha-ha-ha)
Look in my eyes and see this pain
Got a mask on like I'm Kane
I know they want me in the cage
She holds my strap, that shit's my main
Got some YG's that be ruthless
Got some YG's that be ruthless
Been through battles, I got scars
Got some waps, stashed in cars
Baby, I'm a star, take you up to Mars (let's go)
Audemar, foreign car, I know you see me whizzin' past
This ain't Insta, this is real life, let me show you who we are
What you sayin'?
Look, I was outside (KP Beatz), tryna see more
If you want bread, go and be more
Look, listen, look, yeah
Credits
Writer(s): Blaze, Isaac Hagan, Maroc, Rokky, Sl
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