Free C Roy

Lyrics

[Intro] (Handz Beatz on the slap) [Verse] Go with a whistle, ain't gonna make no noise Shotgun's stuffed, two boys Hammer and chisel, the pack's destroyed Another turns pack it's joy M10 got a stutter, boy Yard dance with the uh-uh, woi Can't wait till they free C Roy Hammer on me, just near my groin I was at Steve's, and he needed foil Coke at the bottom, you see the oil I was on the jet to IBZ Same time, tryna get my man stretched You gonna ride or step? I think that he's fine with lead A hundred racks in jewels And you think I ain't buyin' tools, you bumped your head Hundred shells and a M way down And it came from Manchest' Lyin', step with the thingy Had the gauge, retta, mizzy That's a G, R and a M And I felt like Post Diddy Two plugs phone, said there's brand new flake Two different wraps of white And I'm tryna compare them, ArrDee, Aitch One's 37 and 38 Get me in the USA I'm tryna link Drake and dracs It was me and Rose, tryna tape that road Fast-forward, it's me and Rose in tape Magnum bottle of 42, watch all the birds appear B22's, no Loubs Bring my trainer, they said "Wear shoes" I ain't got a point to prove But they make me feel like I do Might put the waps, and crash on the gram And post a pic, mood Nah I'm lyin', them man just tired Skengs are wotless, all been fired Preein' the watches like the timin' Louis head to toe, no stylist Know they ain't like this Weren't overnight, I been out here grindin' Didn't have Sky or Disney Channel I still met Miley Cyrus I got dirty, but I was the cleanest I let them owe me, told them to keep it I was inside when I got all this VS They're playin' with SIs Think we can't see it I flew a USA baddie to Europe Heard me talk, she wanna feel it Stay in the villa, and give it a beatin' Then go to the city, I'm feelin' like Grealish You never did it, you never done it You was online, but you never run it Told you I really had lake in the cupboard Feel to cry with these hundred onions If I can't go, I'm sure I'll fund them Hate when it's summer, we come with the thunder Yeah, I'm a rapper, really a hustler And I'm a slapper, what's that in my jumper