Letras

[Verse 1]
Big fucking Luga Vellz
Digga D, made in the Pyrex, ****
Some real fucking shit
[Verse 2]
Twelve bills for the jacket, six racks for the 'matic
Put a two-y of the magic on a nina, we're the baddest
Take risks, late shifts, Amiris cost me eight fifths
My white girl takes sniff, fake nails, fake tits
Tints blacker than the ones that's on the court bus
C220 Sport Plus, I still let the fours bust
Model in the passy, all she really like are footballers
Told her it's the same, I still shoot, score, and take corners
Got a two-y left, you know it's all pro, yo
Your bitch broke 'cause she living off his promo
Ice, took a picture, what? You thought it was a photo?
It's going OT to where the cats love the coco
[Verse 3]
I'm sitting down in my cell
Chatting to my man's girl
Says she's coming on a V
Traveled all the way to Felts
So how could you talk my name?
Bro, you ain't got no shame
I heard they're tryna jump in beef, bro
You should ride for your mates
Pussy boy, go and suck your mum
Pussy boy, go and bust your gun
Written by: Rhys Herbert
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