Head, Knees & Shoulders
I got mids for the low take 2 for 6
Don't you know I'm in the ugly with some lunatics?
I'll peel off your AP on my Mover shit
I told broski how you broke, you better choose a strip
I'm getting bigger for my boots these shoes used to fit
He thinks he's gangster cause he's in a couple music vids
I'm at the bottom of the map with some ruthless kids
And I still got them in the trap putting food in bits
I'm landing so much -- that I think I'm the plug
I buy draws off kids and they don't know that I'm their plug
Box days I used to wash the ink notes in the tub
I ain't going if we can't get the poles in the club
How's he rapping like that when he knows he's a mug?
Can't be trappin like that, 2 phones and the grub
They know Potter man I'm head knees shoulders above
And I'm 36 the label til I'm cold in the mud
The way we done it bait face broad day, it's like we want the charge
Really and truly I wanted him I didn't want his darg
But his darg wasn't fast
She's shook to hold guns, but she don't mind staying around bells
Like the hunchback of Notre Dame
A face shot from my knife will leave you ugly
But some faceshots from the 9 will make your frame shift
I think about my niggas that are dead
Then the pain kicks
I still go cafe in the AM
On my bait strip
Rambo on my hip or my waist shit
I used to be that kid that took your stuff like how the govs would
When you're on basic
And even tho I shouldn't, on my block I feel the safest
My flick knife is stainless
Go check my status not the type to write a statement
Catch me slipping and record me
Then you're basically a f-a-n not a paigon
Got it on us in the car
Gun boys right behind but I was taught you don't panic
Me and bro quarter million in jewels, of course we brang it
Double tapped it give me no more than a week, I'll probably bang it
And my youngens don't play so just be careful where you're hanging
Don't be talking on the net cause I'll just add you to my tally
My sideting sexy but she sassy
Got a rachet in my tracky, used to lineup in the alley
Wish I had that alley looking Ally Pally
My next watch, probably a patty
Got a link for a SK but its all the way in manny
My posh ting said I'm too gangy
Don't you know I'm in the ugly with some lunatics?
I'll peel off your AP on my Mover shit
I told broski how you broke, you better choose a strip
I'm getting bigger for my boots these shoes used to fit
He thinks he's gangster cause he's in a couple music vids
I'm at the bottom of the map with some ruthless kids
And I still got them in the trap putting food in bits
I'm landing so much -- that I think I'm the plug
I buy draws off kids and they don't know that I'm their plug
Box days I used to wash the ink notes in the tub
I ain't going if we can't get the poles in the club
How's he rapping like that when he knows he's a mug?
Can't be trappin like that, 2 phones and the grub
They know Potter man I'm head knees shoulders above
And I'm 36 the label til I'm cold in the mud
The way we done it bait face broad day, it's like we want the charge
Really and truly I wanted him I didn't want his darg
But his darg wasn't fast
She's shook to hold guns, but she don't mind staying around bells
Like the hunchback of Notre Dame
A face shot from my knife will leave you ugly
But some faceshots from the 9 will make your frame shift
I think about my niggas that are dead
Then the pain kicks
I still go cafe in the AM
On my bait strip
Rambo on my hip or my waist shit
I used to be that kid that took your stuff like how the govs would
When you're on basic
And even tho I shouldn't, on my block I feel the safest
My flick knife is stainless
Go check my status not the type to write a statement
Catch me slipping and record me
Then you're basically a f-a-n not a paigon
Got it on us in the car
Gun boys right behind but I was taught you don't panic
Me and bro quarter million in jewels, of course we brang it
Double tapped it give me no more than a week, I'll probably bang it
And my youngens don't play so just be careful where you're hanging
Don't be talking on the net cause I'll just add you to my tally
My sideting sexy but she sassy
Got a rachet in my tracky, used to lineup in the alley
Wish I had that alley looking Ally Pally
My next watch, probably a patty
Got a link for a SK but its all the way in manny
My posh ting said I'm too gangy
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Writer(s): Chucks
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