McQueens

Square, 6-0 it is
Zel, this shit crazy

McQueens on my feet
Kick rocks, I'm fucking your queen
Red dot, scope with the beam
None left, I'm killing your team
Uh, Alexander McQueens
Big guns, automatic machines
Your man died, his girl for the team
Feds asked, it wasn't me
10 shots, up in his spleen
Packed him up, he was only 16
His blood on my shoes, his blood on McQueens
Uh, bloody McQueens
10 bricks, Ben Simmons
You won't shoot, Ben Simmons
Yea we been lit
LV, wig splittin'
Been lit, for minutes
The top, no limits
Get top, won't finish
Opps quite, it's crickets

UK flow, DigDat
Split your bitch, KitKat

UK flow like DigDat, got your bitch doing splits like a KitKat
Me on the track she dig that, man can never get hot like Big Shaq
Sit back, sit back
No don't sip that
Need 1 line
No chit chat, chit chat (No chit chat chit chat)
No Unknown T, it's Unknown LV
Ride downtown in a brand new Shelby
I swear it go better like Dior and LV
Dressed in all blue but we don't rep Chelsea
Take her out to eat, it's the looks she serving
Chocolate colour, thank you, merci
Off the bar it's André Schürrle
South London ting, yea she from Shirley
Money comes in Pounds, Sterling
Rep man's city no Erling
So much ice you'd think I'm curling
Only one place that I don't come early (Don't come early)
Shit get dark real quick, Zack Snyder
Red and blue on my tee no spider
Taking my shot, no need for sliders
He talk like Connor, but he's no fighter
Back home was filled with paigons
Don't fuck with the pigs but I still eat bacon
You had her in bed but you know she fakin'
Bag filled with 50s the money I'm makin' (Money I'm makin')

LV
Dizzy
Woo
What a night they're gonna have
They might have number 7 now



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Writer(s): Ali Daliri, Arian Sardar
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