Final Moments

Lyrics

[Intro: Sus] Mum said don't be a gangista Mum said don't be a gangista Ay, ay, ay [Verse 1: Sus] Mum said don't be a gangista Your own friends can kill you like Caesar Just took Adeola from a geezer Not my fault she wan' roll wit' a squeezer Mix up the potion, pour up a litre Leanin' like Tower of Pisa My señorita roll up my reefer Muy bonita, that's Big Back Ayeesha Gold like .9 bells, leng like Ateesha Won't say my grace, I can't eat her She can't sit on my face, I still please her Every moan I hear, I go deeper Adore her, Dior her I might drop a bag on Halima She a keeper, she cook, she still diva Thick like syrup, and sweet like toseina Whеn I fill her wet-wet, Aquafina Bеat that uh-uh in my wife beater Had opps thots doin' up cheater Thought she's good, she a local skeezer Had crack, was a local dealer Now, I want packs and a one mil' deal But they say I'm too violent, just too real But what can I say, that's what they feel Tryna make this song 'bout girls not drills But fuck it, shh got one-shot kill He got shot on his block, he got a chest shot And he got his head backpeeled I'm getting off track, let's talk 'bout trap They say money don't grow on trees, but bro got rich off weed Pink notes from green, did mumsy lie to me? I'm joking [Chorus: Sus] Better not be me that you're provoking Get 'round quick and smoke him Serious pokings Had man chokin' on his own blood, that's final moments It was us that made you dig it up I can hear the gospel bill it up Put bine in the 9 and drill it up I know the pigs and paigons sick of us Better not be me that you're provoking Get 'round quick and smoke him Serious pokings Had man chokin' on his own blood, that's final moments It was us that made you dig it up I can hear the gospel bill it up Put bine in the 9 and drill it up I know the pigs and paigons sick of us [Verse 2: Broadday] Most wanted man and I ain't been touched (Walla) 'Cah I stay wit' my gun Woi, woi, woi, that's a very clean run Free 2smokeyy, way too smokey 2 dot-dots and shh got fried Name me a time that Broadday lied Lighties weren't feelin' this Mali Now, they wanna make my sister an auntie (Awkward) 'Member conning on a halfie? Now I never struggle, wallahi I got Mercedes sign on my carkey I'm the drilliest Mali My hand-ting slaps, her booty claps My aim's on fleek, her nails on fleek I don't need a bitch, I don't need a beam She's my Throat Goat, but the girl of your dreams Yo, how you leng, but your trainer's dead She got good pum-pum, but her brain was dead Broadday assassin, I aim for heads They try to shoot me, but their aim was dead 3 hour trip is a bit of a wreck En route to country, I'm gettin' some neck By any means, gotta roll up a cheque Run out of grub, gotta link the connect My AP costs big racks, I got bad B jigglin' big backs I rip off her knickers and hit that Henny and Maggie, man sip that Jailhouse, I kept up fuckery More than comfy in only Even though the whole jail on me None of them punks ain't touch me [Chorus: Sus] Better not be me that you're provoking Get 'round quick and smoke him Serious pokings Had man chokin' on his own blood, that's final moments It was us that made you dig it up I can hear the gospel bill it up Put bine in the 9 and drill it up I know the pigs and paigons sick of us Better not be me that you're provoking Get 'round quick and smoke him Serious pokings Had man chokin' on his own blood, that's final moments It was us that made you dig it up I can hear the gospel bill it up Put bine in the 9 and drill it up I know the pigs and paigons sick of us [Outro] (Ayo, Tefo made this one) (Mason)