I Spy!

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Loose1] Way back, didn't know about smoke Knew about kitchens, knew about flick tings Niggas wanna buy shoes and coats I need more smoke real talk man's itchin' All I hear bare lies and fibbin's Main road, back roads, bare dippings Said he's on I, fix up you're trippin' Rambo cuh I don't know about slipping I know about trap, I know about glides with my siblings I remember when the line weren't ringin' Picked up a q and I went out pitchin' You was indoor, salty, bitchin' Undo the locks, free the guys in the prison Get rich and ghost a mission Stack notes and loads of riches Play by the rules, snitches get stitches Rich in your pics but bro you're stickless Flexing for the bitches, free up the guys in the cage like Nicolas It's getting ridiculous, talking on trap, real life you ain't with it On who?, like what are you kidding? Hungry boy and this beef's delicious Skengs on ped they panic, I mean skengs on ped they vanish Ipp dip doo chase him, man stab him Deliveroo, deliver food I'm trappin' [Verse 2: Splasha] I spy with my little eye, I think I just clocked me a paigon Oh shit, jump out the whip, do a man quick no traces No time for a bitch man grind for the jibs You out here kissing up faces Done more than 6 Shank up pricks then back to the flipping and trading Feds took the g's from us but they active Just heard Digga's on basic Just spoke to Krime, pissed in the bin, but anytime giving no facing Girl try pouting her lips at me, someone tell honey she's wildin' You know when my team done the work Why? cuh we just come back smilin' First hear the spark, then you hear the bang Come like thunder and lightning Got so many man with the blade on road That I forgot about fighting Dem man there love cooch on the face The gyal dem do know the riding We done laps on your block that day, you was just inside hiding Free J'Sav, step in a jam, cut a boys length then dash Please don't talk about dirt I put in my work, why you think my name is Splasha? [Verse 3: JDF] Get round' there, ching man up 1011 we don't do no scuffs Got a bad b telling me she want me I ain't no jake man I don't do cuffs Enough time mans been round' there And civilians cause that fuss So it's straight back to the ends, where we do up trap and jugg And how dem man talk about trap And they shot to jakes man they just some mugs Enough time mans been in the field and a TSG van pulled up it was nuts And mans been in the bando with cling So you can't tell man about grub And bro got amm in bits So you might as well call him the plug Dippings in the field we don't do no scuffs Ching man down make him feel it in his lungs The cats phone me for the 1010 stuff Doing up trap footwork for the funds Ebony ting and she wants my love I just dogs that bitch then dust Niggas talk bad but niggas ain't tough I been out here with smoke in the cut Get round there man I 1011 bop Ching man down blades rip through tops I can't lack man I can't get got I been out on the block getting gwop I will do it baitface on the mains I don't give a toss And dem man be snitchin' They be writing statements to cops