Lyrics: Sameer Adam
Music: Rhys Harley/Kaden Hollis-Warner
My Og made clear Reservations (Yoo)
No laptop but this mac booked
Sauce on spill , bro done it like man it ain’t hand cooked (whip , whip)
I need to give them verses
Fans telling me that they stand hooked
made a killing of trap , his fashion shows
no need to explain how these catwalk
Mileage done now my feet’s all numb so trust me these trips I’m hating (oiii)
I never new about making , It’s all patience
Love me a blasian , I’m still raging
My Yg complacent , I found placement
Haram mixing with fed , not allowed bacon
Tax evading, **** my paigons , I stayed facing
(Rarrarara)
Gotta stay weary streets are cold
Only right that I got mine (Raaa)
My wrist bruised i got ice I want ice till frost bites
(Raaarara)
Only if you knew what I do to get paid I don’t jump on beat Cah I got rhymes
Wtf is this mad girl doing she came from kway and she ain’t even topped right
Making rap
Things get rapped
Let’s hit wraps , Stains weren’t off bikes
Dirty lean had my bro leaning love feeling you can get that off sprite (ayy)
Off white on a off night , I stay on so you can’t really off mine
And like Ian I stuck with the ball , my marj stated the only thing that I got right
What a mood
For the bands how low will you stoop (Ayy)
Henny in my cup on loop , i want ice two scoop
I can let a chick in no more I’ve flown that coop
Let me spin this coupe (coop coop)
Kmt Who am I to lose , cups in the air
What a mood (Ayy Ayy)
I know about pressure pressure
Hold that pressure (ayy)
Can’t stop till I’m up with My team so We can’t chill well not Leicester r (ayy)
In this mouth are filled with teeths big bro more May fill it with extra
With the flair you can go ask rick
Can’t leave the game till I do this better
Upsetting upsetting
I can’t deal with seedy settings
I had slots that I had to complete can’t do it like choppa I’m betting betting
(Rrrra)
I Still scream **** 12 who’s jeeting grab me a suttin that knows how to move , long to story short I’m getting getting
I’m hitting up Nilz on my right Cah we flexing right (woosh)
brudda , still with the same circle man it’s virgin tight no need to put trust in another(Ay)
These weirdos learnt how to sing
someone find me the red buzzer (Aghh)
Ive been telling myself I’m slumped but I just may ball cah notes my lover (bow bow)
What a mood (ayy)
For the bands how low will you stoop (Ayy)
Henny in my cup on loop , I want ice two scoop
I can let a chick in no more I’ve flown that coop
Let me spin this coupe (coop coop)
Who am I to lose , cups in the air
What a mood (ayy , Ayy)