Lyrics: teeway/Show N Prove/ZeeTee
Music: teeway/Show N Prove/ZeeTee
[Verse 1: Teeway]
I never caught no bando sickness
I dangled drop when they knock, that's distress (Bap)
And I should've got few bank placements
Feed them fiends and I'm still not rich yet (****)
How can he rap 'bout boots? He a joke
'Cah he rap like smoker without no cigarette (Joker)
And that woosh shouldn't hadda been cigarette
But it changed his skin like bleacher (Changin')
When it hot in the three bank wizz
'Cah the winter's cold in the malts like Frieza (****)
Brother S don't think with his head
Now the whole course nine on the heat like 'biza
Had to flag down shots by the beach
Tryna asylum seek with asylum seeker
She eager to take a picture
I'm savin' her name as Mona Lisa (Mona Lisa)
[Chorus: Teeway]
The cats never come with whisker
Burn out grass, so they take syringer
Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa, ****in' eager to take a picture
Got the dope pouch stuck in my memory
Mash at bock or it's bare syringer (****)
How could they direct me to the light?
And he ain't never direct me with a Qibla (Never direct me)
Now it's twelve just doin' up flip flap
Next day up in the trap with Kit Kats (****)
No bread on my tracksuit mismatch, **** it
I'm wakin' up to fix that (**** them)
I know the reload mean so much
But, you know I gave that bread to the stickman (Brap, brap)
I know the reload really a big man, flip that
Trap that shit in the clip band (Brap, brap)
Now it's twelve just doin' up flip flap
Next day up in the trap with Kit Kats (****)
No bread on my tracksuit mismatch, **** it
I'm wakin' up to fix that (**** them)
I know the reload mean so much
But, you know I gave that bread to the stickman (Done that)
I know the reload really a big man, flip that
Trap that shit in the clip band (Brap, brap)
[Verse 2: ZeeTee]
They want us stuck in the bando house
Where there's only one way out (One way out)
Told my bro that I'm gonna be the richest soon
No I ain't rich right now (Just wait on it)
I was servin' balls for scores
When I scored, they went out like Peter Crouch (Crouch)
Had bros that was talkin' loads
No code, give a **** what they feelin' now
There's a lot of shit I could speak about
Should I let my feelings out? (Should I?)
But I'm on different shit 'bout business, b***h
And I ain't ever needed clout
I used to keep buj at Heather's house
Joe Fraser 'cah it knocked him out (He sleepin')
Me and bro came up from the trenches
So for my bro, man I split my pouch (For bro)
I was young to stink up my room with packs
Even though that I knew that my marj weren't playin' (I'm sorry)
I shouda hit my twenties and tens
Lose in a bush, like I knew where marj was stayin' (Where she at?)
In my broski's house, J Hus, I'm a low-life
I don't even know where I'm stayin' (Like a low-life)
Got ran out the bando by Mali's
Got PTSD, so it comes so fast
[Chorus: Teeway]
The cats never come with whisker
Burn out grass, so they take syringer
Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa, ****in' eager to take a picture
Got the dope pouch stuck in my memory
Mash at bock or it's bare syringer (****)
How could they direct me to the light?
And he ain't never direct me with a Qibla (Never direct me)
Now it's twelve just doin' up flip flap
Next day up in the trap with Kit Kats (****)
No bread on my tracksuit mismatch, **** it
I'm wakin' up to fix that (**** them)
I know the reload mean so much
But, you know I gave that bread to the stickman (Brap, brap)
I know the reload really a big man, flip that
Trap that shit in the clip band (Brap, brap)
Now it's twelve just doin' up flip flap
Next day up in the trap with Kit Kats (****)
No bread on my tracksuit mismatch, **** it
I'm wakin' up to fix that (**** them)
I know the reload mean so much
But, you know I gave that bread to the stickman (Done that)
I know the reload really a big man, flip that
Trap that shit in the clip band (Brap, brap, brap, brap, brap, brap)