It Was Me

(album: Drillers x Trappers II - 2019)

[Intro:]
Gotcha
Who made this? JB made this

[RV, Headie One & LD:]
It was me that he hopped that fence from
Bro said "roll safe" cah life's too short, so the clip in the skengs long
It was me on the back of that one-twos, I don't know where bro got that ped from
It was me and bro on the whizz tryna find where they at, I ain't talking 'bout mentions
I need all of these feds gone, you already know what my friends on
If I buy that wap and send that man, it's me that the corn got sent from
It's me that was hitting up shop, 24 hours, getting these Z's gone
No sleep in these streets, no back and forths, we ain't playing no ping pong

[LD:]
How you start your own war, now your friend got-got, little man don't want no parts
Built like Tin Man, coming like Drake, either way you ain't got no hearts
Grab my cannon and shoot man live like a camera man, just ask
Corn got thrown like darts, I hit my target clean then hit that bath
Still gotta buss shots, what I did in the A
M, he's great, he'll do it with bae
Shots to the chest, let it burn like praise
Or Usher, bare dance when the ting here raise
Hit my prey then pray, knife work shine not ye, I beg a man pree my chain
I dare a man test my gangster, LD's not about banter, I'm all about smoke like cancer
Whole load of shit on the table, get it all wrapped like Pampers
ST out with the Coke can, make the ting fizz like Fanta

[Headie One:]
Got two in this unsawn Trenton, tryna leave his head back more than dented
Rise up this two litre engine
My young boys ain't got not chill, they don't wanna know nutting 'bout Netflix
Got nicked in the bando and hit the bando when I done my sentence
I guess I ain't learned my lesson, still two-0 for a three-four or six-five-0 for seven
We lost a next wap, it's cool becah' we still got smoke for the twos
I guess the gangdem good like Megan
Trident pissed cah I got NFA for a next attempted
Yo Rev, ain't it just getting repetitive? Seen a opp boy stare feminine
Got a fresh nine to test, man take it to the 9, make sure it's genuine
My new ting wanna know how I'm getting it
She ain't know I'm en route with this two and a blues 'cause the spot like a penalty
All I do is count these notes, my wap tryna make that beat like Remedy

[RV:]
I got bad B's sending me nudes, probably cah I'm stepping in Loubs
Came a long way from being rock bottom like the rest of the move
I wrap white like a Devlin tune and I step with weaponry too
Last time I got nicked, had a shank so big couldn't fit in the evidence tube
Last time that I backed my flick, could've dislocated my wrists
On the opp block everybody hates me, still go there like, everything criss?
Them man get wet like tissues, still, none of them ain't on piss
I got two in the dots and six in the spin, rudeboy, you can take your pick
Many men want me dead, just like 50 Cent's song
Run man down in my sliders, would've been stressed if I ever had creps on
Since I was young like Teflon, I been magic with the stick
I'll slap it in your wig, it's a vanishing trick, like "nigga, where your head gone?"

[RV, Headie One & LD:]
It was me that he hopped that fence from
Bro said "roll safe" cah life's too short, so the clip in the skengs long
It was me on the back of that one-twos, I don't know where bro got that ped from
It was me and bro on the whizz tryna find where they at, I ain't talking 'bout mentions
I need all of these feds gone, you already know what my friends on
If I buy that wap and send that man, it's me that the corn got sent from
It's me that was hitting up shop, 24 hours, getting these Z's gone
No sleep in these streets, no back and forths, we ain't playing no ping pong