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[Intro]
Mmm, opps are on some sleazy shit
'Cause that'll be the easiest
[Chorus]
I'm working on my sleazy flow, the rats were on some sleazy shit
Catch him at his mum's house 'cause that'll be the easiest
And they can never catch me slipping 'cause I'm devious
They shot me once or twice, l left the hospital on greaziness
Coulda caught a case because the wounds we left were grievous
Tryna squash the beef but fuck that 'cause we're not leaving it
Yous have all made your bed so yous can bleed in it
You better watch your dog 'cause he will bite if you're not feeding him
[Verse 1]
Psycho in a hypo 'cause we got keys for it
And we're not stopping for the police, we're high-speeding it
They've been fucking with the flow, bro, they're feeling it
They've been fucking with the flow because I switch it up
I dropped "Murdaside" and had the labels tryna hit me up
Moving like a doctor how the judges tryna stitch me up
Me bro'll cut the smile off your face, he don't give a fuck
Telling him to chill 'cause we're nice, now we've did enough
Do it for the boys who are lifed off, in prison stuck
Your dad was on the wing smoking spice, tryna sell his stuff
I can drop the price and make the hittas go and chef you up
Beefing on the road, they come to prison and they tell the govs
Snitching on the jail phone, phoning home to tell his mum
I'm the one that's patterning the wok, they're tryna get me spun
Bro just copped a new Glock, I told him, "Get me some"
If I give the green light then he's getting done
[Chorus]
I'm working on my sleazy flow, the rats were on some sleazy shit
Catch him at his mum's house 'cause that'll be the easiest
And they can never catch me slipping 'cause I'm devious
They shot me once or twice, I left the hospital on greaziness
Coulda caught a case because the wounds we left were grievous
Done it broad day and got away, we said, "I'm genius"
[Verse 2]
They wan' step so l'm taking 'em to class
Everyone a shooter now, these bruddas make me laugh
I broke the button on the Glock, had to take the blick apart
Boost broad day, I don't even wait till dark
(I don't)
You see, I fuck with the Scousers, I don't know about no Merseyside
That bredda told, he broke the code, he deserved to die
If it was up to me, I woulda had him murdered twice
They got my bruddas doing calendars thirty times
We go and cover 'em in red like some curly fries
That ain't my main squeeze, my guy, that's just a girl of mine
Head back clap, I don't even think he heard the bine
Hammer on my waist make it hard to tuck my shirt inside
I'm certified, gang member
No words, just a hand gesture
Tool in Liverpool, I gotta pick it up in Manchester
What you did since them guys got your mans peppered?
I'm in these streets, they on the 'Gram repping
Uh, even in the wok, I had them grams selling
In the studio strapped, this a gang session
Lobster and some crab salad and some dressing
For a **** from the trenches, this is quite impressive
Clip hanging out the blick, it's looking quite extended
And we thirsty for blood, bro, it's quite refreshing
Gotta close that back door and stand by the entrance
We'll put your picture on a pendant, ****
[Chorus]
I'm working on my sleazy flow, the rats were on some sleazy shit
Catch him at his mum's house 'cause that'll be the easiest
And they can never catch me slipping 'cause I'm devious
They shot me once or twice, I left the hospital on greaziness
Coulda caught a case because the wounds we left were grievous
Tryna squash the beef but fuck that 'cause we're not leaving it
And yous have all made your bed so yous can bleed in it
You better watch your dog 'cause he will bite if you're not feeding him
Written by: Louis Caprie, Malcolm Mazza
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