Songteksten

[Verse 1]
Gotta mix these packs and potions
No P's till I put a SIM in a burner
I'm on the block like Werner
Backroad lurker
Fully paid, bro, I'm a earner
I fly past, I'm a headtop turner
Them olders are washed like Sami Khedira
And they should start calling me uncle
'Cause when I speak on these beats they get murdered
[Verse 2]
I have to pebble up, bro, shut the curtains
Late nights up in the lab, I'm still working
Straight facts, even droppin' a verse in
I took a L and I kept on learnin'
You can't stop me now, it's not workin'
Purgin' till the phone keeps on twerkin'
Gotta switch the spot, they're still lurkin'
Big bat, cookin' up tunes, I put work in (Lagga)
[Verse 3]
I gotta bring this strap to the motive
This blue 4-1 ain't a typical burner
I miss my Browning from Toxteth named Paris
That was my original squirter
And Serena
Russian roulette, man, I might just spin it and burst it
Don't do it for the media
Cah the four-four's like Graeme Souness
When it kicks it's a hurler
That's your girl in backshot
I heard your song when you said she's a freak
But to tell you the truth, man, her arse weren't that soft
But you know I like them nice and firm
Yeah, ride it, girl, baby, twerk that ass off
I'm laughin' thinkin' when HAZEY's jeetin'
When he gets hot, does he take his mask off?
[Verse 4]
Gotta mix these packs and potions
No P's till I put a SIM in a burner
I'm on the block like Werner
Backroad lurker
Fully paid, bro, I'm a earner
I fly past, I'm a headtop turner
Them olders are washed like Sami Khedira
And they should start calling me uncle
'Cause when I speak on these beats they get murdered
[Verse 5]
Got a head, got a face, got a neck, got a chest
But I wetted the back when **** got cheffed
Made S **** S when the tour got pressed
Bro, that was a **** and right by the Greggs
I was 16 when I got two heads
Ask ****15 when the gang first caught them a M
**** went alone, he got bored with his friend
And I'm sure when I scored that I ****
Got a serious arsenal, but I need more weapons
762s and the AK-47s
Hyde Park Browning, reveal it in two seconds
Guns do jam, so I'm steppin' with two cheffers (I got two)
Wait there, tell me what's happening
Pendants start scattering
Shell it, no gap in them
Bro got **** and had the feds ****
Wildin' out, bad man ain't rap battlin' (No)
[Verse 6]
Gotta mix these packs and potions
No P's till I put a SIM in a burner
I'm on the block like Werner
Backroad lurker
Fully paid, bro, I'm a earner
I fly past, I'm a headtop turner
Them olders are washed like Sami Khedira
And they should start calling me uncle
'Cause when I speak on these beats they get murdered
[Verse 7]
Listen
Got a whole load of corn and there's beef on my plate
Cah we're serious
Lock up for spreadin' the variants
Packs in the trap make the crack come various
Bad man step like Oxlade
Bang in the trap, and we're masked, mysterious
Bro's gone back in the wing
Call him Harvey Elliott
This gyallie wanna talk 'bout celibate
Tap that broom then bark it
Bucket of petty to clean that evidence
Dookies stuck on the past tense, looking for relevance
Blast, I'll boot your intelligence
Bad bitch Liverpudlian and elegant
Look, when I jump on a beat, I'm shellin' 'em
Comin' like Sadio, stuck in my element
The whole motive screamed out (Salah!)
We scored that point, now we need more adrenaline
[Verse 8]
Gotta mix these packs and potions
No P's till I put a SIM in a burner
I'm on the block like Werner
Backroad lurker
Fully paid, bro, I'm a earner
I fly past, I'm a headtop turner
Them olders are washed like Sami Khedira
And they should start calling me uncle
'Cause when I speak on these beats they get murdered
Written by: HAZEY, Rhys Herbert, Daniel Lena, Miguel Rahiece Cunningham
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