White Wine

(álbum: No Signal - 2023)

(M1OnTheBeat)
(M1OnTheBeat)

My soldiers come out in the nighttime (Nighttime), the other side think, "Should we stay or should we go?" (Should we stay or should we go?)
Yeah, my blood, my family, that's my lifeline (Lifeline), I've got mobsters in my section flying blow (Flying blow, flying blow)
My Essex gangsters moving white whine (White whine), that's why my shooters wear designer, now you know (That's head to toe)
Yeah, my brother told me, "Frenchie, write rhymes (Write rhymes), and any place you dream of flying, that's where you'll go" (That's where you'll go)
That's where you'll, that's where you'll go, yeah

Any time, we can fly, get the day off, bake off, jump on the flight, let's bounce
She want sex in a mad location, it's vacant on the plane, I'm down
Got it on me while we're driving 'round
Scratch the bumper when the blue light sound
I ain't tryna go pen', but it's really intense, so I had to stop beefing clowns
G, I spazz on the track, then I might go France
Never really lost when I feel trapped in, done a tour last week and I filled that dance
A little glance, damn, I can't touch cling
Had the feeling once, had the feeling twice and now I really feel this in
Got a baddie on me, says she feels my vibe

My soldiers come out in the nighttime (Nighttime), the other side think, "Should we stay or should we go?" (Should we stay or should we go?)
Yeah, my blood, my family, that's my lifeline (Lifeline), I've got mobsters in my section flying blow (Flying blow, flying blow)
My Essex gangsters moving white whine (White whine), that's why my shooters wear designer, now you know (That's head to toe)
Yeah, my brother told me, "Frenchie, write rhymes (Write rhymes), and any place you dream of flying, that's where you'll go" (That's where you'll go)
That's where you'll, that's where you'll go, yeah

Look, four man deep in the ride, two waps out, two hands up at the mash, then bang
Can't talk shit 'bout my bandit gang, all my B-way boys need elastic bands
Fly to the moon, that's my final plan, G, I hate this world, but I love my fans
I'm in Spain with a bad one dancing, tango hips in between my hands
I seen cats in the flats, but I never seen racks cah I swear that my bros don't talk
Minor, bro don't trap anymore 'cause he don't want a raid in his gaff anymore
I've got family in Ireland, family in England, and I got mobsters abroad
I've seen real life zombies local, no fake shit like it's dusk 'til dawn