Lyrics: Mergim Gjeta
Music: Mergim Gjeta
(Edward, this shit wavy)
Let's go
Look
Woulda thought he was in quarantine
Cuh my bro's been locked in the yard for a week
Shotgun cough and it's Covid free
Cuh the bruck-back long and it's sneezin'
CCTV, circle the spot
But it's cool cuh I didn't forget my ski
Kevlar gloves when I grip that ZK
On the M-way man pray that the jakes don't-
Collectin' Section 18's
I'm tourin', ask who got boxed by me
Scorin', ask who got got by GEE
Gyal all on my d**k now that I'm MGEE
Sweet one bust that cuh she heard I'm SB
D**kridin', honey wanna dance for the team
Sheesh, this lifestyles cheap
When you live by the sweets, man die by them, huh
Step on the gas if I see police
Feds on me tryna get my ID
She ain't never ****ed wit' a brudda like me (like me, like me)
I'm tucked wit' a (glee, glee, glee)
I'm tucked wit' a glee
Lil' bro got a body and he still a V
If you ain't gang stop talkin' to me
I don't wanna shot raw, but it's talkin' to me
Don't stop that, whip it and lock that
Sweet one, open her mouth, pour cognac
MGEE find us where the shots at
Link that shot by the spot at the shop, akh
Beat and dash, coulda say that I mock that
Tryna get faded
Yo, where the Wock at? (Yo, where the Wock' at?)
Where the Wock' at?
F*ck heartbreak lil' bro I ain't on that (facts)
I just wanna make bread, stack and spend 'til I can't no more
If I open the door of the 4x4
Sure you can get blown but I don't mean whores (uh-huh)
My whole life been dodgin' the law
If I ever got caught, not guilty in court (I hope)
That day know I coulda got four
But I coulda got more if they opened the floor up
I'm in Shoreditch with my bora
Tryna get faded, Alan Walker
Switch tucked in my boots, New Yorker (grrah-grrah-grrah)
Fill up the ting with quarters
I ease in, she sayin' it's torture
Drip like water, forget her former
I'm harder than ever like T (like who?)
Like TJ Porter
Step on the gas if I see police
Feds on me tryna get my ID
She ain't never ****ed wit' a brudda like me (like me, like me)
I'm tucked wit' a (glee, glee, glee)
I'm tucked wit' a glee
Lil' bro got a body and he still a V
If you ain't gang stop talkin' to me
I don't wanna shot raw, but it's talkin' to me
Step on the gas if I see police
Feds on me tryna get my ID
She ain't never ****ed wit' a brudda like me (like me, like me)
I'm tucked wit' a (glee, glee, glee)
I'm tucked wit' a glee
Lil' bro got a body and he still a V
If you ain't gang stop talkin' to me
I don't wanna shot raw, but it's talkin' to me