SRB separation confirmed
Coming up on staging the burn out of these twin
Solid rocket boosters at two minutes, five seconds
We got AP's, Rollie's, but we keep waps (Waps)
It's a miserable night, we bought three waps (Waps)
Late night drill, in the morning, have a decaf
Free big bro, he was planning for his de-cap
No fake drills in my songs 'cause niggas been whacked
Got a pound of cali in the vacuum bag
Gelato forty-one and I got a lot of
Rumps, I don't keep money in a duffle bag
We say "Glee" 'cause we got a glee machine
Ran through a lot of rusty ones but they beat clean
I got a peng ting she's always lookin' sweet
Even when she don't try, man, she's always lookin' neat (Sugar)
Bitch, I'm from the skreets and we do the place
My nigga mashed the works and went down for some GBH
Just got a call from my bro [?],
He just told me they just hit him with some extra days (Free him)
I'm gettin' money but I'm lookin' for some extra ways (Extra)
I want another spinner and another gauge (Uh)
I bought my daughter in Gucci,
Versace attire, she be flexing at a young age
And it's only now that you've got you a frier,
I've ran through a lot since my young age (Glee)
Bitch, I've had a long day, I'm ending this call now
He was talkin' wass, he got left in the porthouse
Made a lot of racks but I'm chasing this mill now (Ayy)
All this chicken and chips, now it's, "Can I get the bill now?"
We're drillers that'll drill you now,
Don't make us come and drill you now (Baow)
Shout Dimzy on these things,
Free the OSG's free the S-A-D's,
Soon back pullin' up, nigga (Driller)
We got AP's, Rollie's, but we keep waps (Waps)
It's a miserable night, we bought three waps (Waps)
Late night drill, in the morning, have a decaf
Free big bro, he was planning for his de-cap
No fake drills in my songs 'cause niggas been whacked
Got a pound of cali in the vacuum bag
Gelato forty-one and I got a lot of
Rumps, I don't keep money in a duffle bag
I've made more than a hundred off rap
Lost four quid, spazzed out and made fifty bags (Quick)
I'll buy a wap before I buy a bitch a fucking bag
She wants handbags, I want a .35 MAC
My young niggas, they be ready to attack
When they jump out,
You'll have a heart attack, red paint, Art Attack (Splash)
'Member when I never had money now my expenses
Way too high, you can ask all my akh's (Ah-ha)
'Member when the war was going off and we ran
Out of 44 flats so we linked a yardie man (Woi-oi)
Come on, gang shit, ASAP, fifty, you know it
Free all the mandem, everyone's home soon, you get me?
SRB separation confirmed
Coming up on staging the burn out of these twin
Solid rocket boosters at two minutes, five seconds