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[Intro] HARGO production H-H-H-H-H-H-HARGO production HARGO production RV [Verse 1: RV] What can I say? Caught him live on the mains And I couldn't let him go, so I got him down bait Any waps on sale, man cop them Now I got options, dots or the trey When it's beef, man grab it and fill it But I ain't choppin' no steak Bro just asked if I got it, must've been rhetorically Kiss my teeth, obviously If you see me with a Gucci bag That's more than a pocket rocket on me I got bro like he got me So a problem with him, that's a problem with me If I get the drop then it's peak No Pick 'n Mix if we shoppin' for sweets [Verse 2: Headie One] You ain't ever took so much L's That you ain't made no profit in weeks Still spend change, stay coppin' these sweets We got more than Quality Street Still pull up on a opp block They don't wanna know what we got in this Jeep Last time must've thought it was banter on me So two got-got in a week My bro's tellin' me I got too much to lose He don't want me to glide no more All of them peddle bikes shotguns turn't into auto slidin' doors Fell in love with this .44 long That's the only time I wife these hoes Like two and a blue in a Pyrex bowl Man whip it like Silentó [Verse 3: RV] How many man been chased Caught, cheffed, shot, bloodied? Bare Ribena on the opp block Spill mans juice then the whole place flooded Like the bottom of my shoes are red And these ones ain't even studded Get man down and forget about it RV don't like to hold grudges When shh got away I was gutted Cah all he does is give verbal Two shanks and a red bandana like Raphael in Ninja Turtles Ching, splash, poke a man Try do that nigga like Squirtle Govs put me on basic and took my TV Felt like my cell got burgled [Verse 4: Headie One] They act like they don't know how black blade taste, they know Them 9 boys love to start singing They do it like Beyoncé sung Halo I spent most of my life in a bando Opp block, feds came when I ain't home Still gotta make sure there's no evidence on this phone I don't know nuttin' 'bout weave I'm tryna put inches in his dome Them man don't score, they just hit the post Them man shit, they're internet trolls Put my Rambo through grub and opps, did it on both Got nicked for intent to supply and I still went and did it on soc'
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Credits
- Writers
- Headie One
- Rv