B2b
Linkz
Gio
Skr
Skr
Skrrrr
Rraaah
Smoke up my problems
Burning it up
Run out of options
Ran out of luck
They fiend for the stack, it's cash they needing
Caught in a stand still, stuck in the mud
Gave me your trust
But I don't do trust
Gave me your love
But I don't do love
Tokyo drift
In a ding dong zooming
Back in a sec need link with the plug
Turn up the speaker
Shut down fever
Wheel up
Young boy flyer than Peter
Cya
Summer time come round
I'll be in the beer garden
With a couple geezers
Back then kick ball in Fila
Tweekin'
What was I thinking Jesus
Nowadays I'm frozen cold
It's warm outside
In the booth with a heater
Running up tracks
Unlimited stamina
Life style mad
Get followed by camera
Came for a show
Then left with a hoe
Get paid for the set
So the stack keep adding up
Truth fully In love with the paper
I'm a paper chaser
In the stu hoes calling my phone
But it's DND
So I'll call back later
Asian girl
With the golden bangles
Dad hates me
It's a love triangle
Damn it
I had to set an example
Chest pumped out
And I let them dangle
In a white polo no license
Cut through ends like it's Los Santos
If I get pulled up it's a shambles
Pray I don't stall in my socks and sandals
I had writers block for a couple of days
Now the pen got a mind of its own
I smoke way too much
But I can't move bait
In the rucksack keeping Givenchy cologne
Social distance
Don't get close
Crossing the line
Gotta deal with bro
Bad one
Came with a friend she clingy
Not stingy so I'm hitting 'em both
Me and my bro
In a different division
We go back to back
And we making a killing
Take my teeth
Can't take my wisdom
I did the most
With what I was given
I was sat on the edge like Humpty
Everyone already knows that rhythm
Spray my bars like ammunition
I'm killing 'em all
If they take my position
I think I'm falling for you
JOKES
I couldn't fall for a yat
Put that bitch in a cab
As simple as that
Me and my bro like
Yin and a Yang
The Ying and the Yang
Don't you understand
I got my bro if it don't go to plan
You're leaving club with a broken nose
I'm leaving the club with a broken hand
Talking to me?
What!
Talking talking to who?!
On the radio now
We breaking through
Hop on the stage
We turn up the room
Not room for one
Need room for two
You rolling a zoot?
I'm not in the mood
Bro fuck that shit let's go to the moon
They wanna know all of our secrets
Tell them
This is just what we do
Gio
Skr
Skr
Skrrrr
Rraaah
Smoke up my problems
Burning it up
Run out of options
Ran out of luck
They fiend for the stack, it's cash they needing
Caught in a stand still, stuck in the mud
Gave me your trust
But I don't do trust
Gave me your love
But I don't do love
Tokyo drift
In a ding dong zooming
Back in a sec need link with the plug
Turn up the speaker
Shut down fever
Wheel up
Young boy flyer than Peter
Cya
Summer time come round
I'll be in the beer garden
With a couple geezers
Back then kick ball in Fila
Tweekin'
What was I thinking Jesus
Nowadays I'm frozen cold
It's warm outside
In the booth with a heater
Running up tracks
Unlimited stamina
Life style mad
Get followed by camera
Came for a show
Then left with a hoe
Get paid for the set
So the stack keep adding up
Truth fully In love with the paper
I'm a paper chaser
In the stu hoes calling my phone
But it's DND
So I'll call back later
Asian girl
With the golden bangles
Dad hates me
It's a love triangle
Damn it
I had to set an example
Chest pumped out
And I let them dangle
In a white polo no license
Cut through ends like it's Los Santos
If I get pulled up it's a shambles
Pray I don't stall in my socks and sandals
I had writers block for a couple of days
Now the pen got a mind of its own
I smoke way too much
But I can't move bait
In the rucksack keeping Givenchy cologne
Social distance
Don't get close
Crossing the line
Gotta deal with bro
Bad one
Came with a friend she clingy
Not stingy so I'm hitting 'em both
Me and my bro
In a different division
We go back to back
And we making a killing
Take my teeth
Can't take my wisdom
I did the most
With what I was given
I was sat on the edge like Humpty
Everyone already knows that rhythm
Spray my bars like ammunition
I'm killing 'em all
If they take my position
I think I'm falling for you
JOKES
I couldn't fall for a yat
Put that bitch in a cab
As simple as that
Me and my bro like
Yin and a Yang
The Ying and the Yang
Don't you understand
I got my bro if it don't go to plan
You're leaving club with a broken nose
I'm leaving the club with a broken hand
Talking to me?
What!
Talking talking to who?!
On the radio now
We breaking through
Hop on the stage
We turn up the room
Not room for one
Need room for two
You rolling a zoot?
I'm not in the mood
Bro fuck that shit let's go to the moon
They wanna know all of our secrets
Tell them
This is just what we do
Credits
Writer(s): Giovanni Weerasinghe
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