Are You Listening?

Lyrics

[Intro: SJ] Aye this is some real drill rap No TikTok fucking rappers You know the vibe That way Look [Chorus: SJ] Kick the door of the hinges Yo are you listening where's all the fucking paper? See my money come long like my 22 inch So I don't need a fuckin saviour The way I got down A, major The way I smoke on K, flavour I could never end up broke like a laner Can't you see the CC print on the trainer? [Verse 1: SJ] I don't tuna and sock man I get up close, I back it and chop man Step back and rock man Drum like a rock band Just cah they locked man I could still drop man Fry like a hot pan I was a top boy turned into a top man Wait till I clock man if there's a problem Who on this planet Earth is gonna fucking stop man? I'm patronising, I love the knifing, they're new to glidings Just love the typing, where can we find him? Cah the dargs in the car got bine on bine Strike like lightning The dargs are hyping Cah something got hit in the chest with the bine Left him fighting for his life He try pose for a selfie pic, we gave him lighting Let me say no more Cah the PRS won't pay no more Got money to make Got honeys galore So the rips on my jeans made the honeys adore I just fucked three gyal left one on the floor Cah her legs don't work and I damaged her jaw If your guns don't work don't step out your door Cah all you're gonna hear is (BOW BOW BOW). What's that sound? I already said don't follow the crowd I already said you blew as the king on your block Nigga better pass that crown Put the car in eco drive so it don't make a sound I'm tryina leave my man pronounced Just let me buck - again in jail I promise I'm itching to squash that mouse [Chorus: SJ] Kick the door of the hinges Yo are you listening where's all the fucking paper? See my money come long like my 22 inch So I don't need a fuckin saviour The way I got down A, major The way I smoke on K, flavour I could never end up broke like a laner Can't you see the CC print on the trainer? Kick the door of the hinges Yo are you listening where's all the fucking paper? See my money come long like my 22 inch So I don't need a fuckin saviour The way I got down A, major The way I smoke on K, flavour I could never end up broke like a laner Can't you see the CC print on the trainer? [Verse 2: DoRoad] Gunman ting don't excite me Ayy gunman ting don't excite me You're lucky to fight me Man like me man corn fly high speed Very unlikely Red spring rolls and Singapore noodles Mash on me when I go to the Chinese Ching man's face with the - I ain't using no Tai Chi No Tai Kai I turned veteran from young I wet man's top back then I ain't new to no tie dye Jump out gangster Jump outta whip off Camp outside while I cash out a crib Shot my man on the corner I done with sideye. Bombastic (Boom Bow ahahah) Now I'm certainly sure they hide when we drive by I been slapping off corn and stabbing out chest and face And I ain't getting no feedback "Aight my man getting money" Aight, cool, believe that But your block didn't rate him as a weed cat My man got bun mhm I mean that, my man got - Oh bro bleep that Better not lack You know how it goes in the streets [Chorus: SJ] Kick the door of the hinges Yo are you listening where's all the fucking paper? See my money come long like my 22 inch So I don't need a fuckin saviour The way I got down A, major The way I smoke on K, flavour I could never end up broke like a laner Can't you see the CC print on the trainer? Kick the door of the hinges Yo are you listening where's all the fucking paper? See my money come long like my 22 inch So I don't need a fuckin saviour The way I got down A, major The way I smoke on K, flavour I could never end up broke like a laner Can't you see the CC print on the trainer? [Outro] Ayo 3H, souce it up