Lyrics
Whenever someone asks me
What city right now in the UK is doing the most
Well I can tell you I can definitely vouch for Manchester
And you see this guy
Is one of the ones that I'm watching
Mix
Blev
Think I won't get it popping 'cause I'm popular
And what you're lying ain't popping got a spot for ya
Hit OT and get it popping off my Nokia
Best be happy that I'm rapping not robbing ya
You couldn't see my vision with binoculars
I had to switch it up they try copy us
Ayo I'm 'bout to set it off Queen Latifah
I don't need a feature
When I was locked and locking spots I didn't see 'em
J they didn't see me neither
I need a house them niggas need a Beamer
I need a mortgage they just need a teacher
Kicking knowledge with some bum hitters I'm a greasy geezer
If you don't feel me from the intro
I'ma check you on the outro
Mouth closed I'm all about though
'Bout to make my town blow
Always been around goals
Can feel it now the time's close
Labels doing numbers on my last five posts
The energy's done been alive
Sick of hitting fiends the same road where my nigga died
Still eat shit like it's dinner time
Now I got 'em gassed off a bit of hype
All the shit I did to get the vision right
I'm just tryna hit a M she tryna hit a pipe
'Member sitting with the pipe just tryna hit a guy
Hitting mission times different city times
Tryna build a scene you tryna bill a line
Dinner time
Griller time
Sinner's life
I gotta get it how my uncs did
Got me on some dumb shit really tryna get the funds in
Now it's my shit what they bumping
Really on my Nev shit why you think I act shit
Tryna get rich make an exit I ain't tryna get arrested
'Member sitting in the bank thinking silly traps
When I hit the road I need to fill a bag
I'm a lion going griller mad
I'm out of traps I've seen that need a Brillo pad
Can't you hear it in my voice I need my niggas back
I'm going six figure mad
I need a bigger bag
No one ever helped me you can ask Mike
Get it off a trap line rap guys when it's that time
Good times on bad times I'm good to make a pack fly
OT they know me like I'm that guy
All I know is silly trap
Really tryna fill a bag
Can't believe this music game's really where my dinner's at
Got niggas mad I'm tryna build a path
Sitting in jail I used to chill and laugh
I'm bringing shivers back
Feel it in your frigging back
I can't just sit and chat
I'm tryna hit a M you tryna hit a graft
I've been doing numbers show me bigger maths
Music got my hitters going mad
I'm too deep no going back in fact
Every trap I drop like I owe a crack
Think I won't get it popping 'cause I'm popular
And what you're lying ain't popping got a spot for ya
Hit OT and get it popping off my Nokia
Best be happy that I'm rapping not robbing ya
You couldn't see my vision with binoculars
I had to switch it up they try copy us
Ay Mix
I'm telling you they're gonna have this MAB on repeat
