Watching

(albüm: The Re-Up - 2018)

Slithering snakes, how much time can I cut this grass
Four pipes on this 4x4
You can hear it roar when I'm cutting past
Don't ask what I do with the slab
No hammer and chis'
I chop this brick like Jackie Chan

Before you bust that brick, best cover your nose and shut those blinds
Count these rackers, now I can shut my eyes
Wake and bake, that's coke that's cooking
I put my life on the line even though I know I shouldn't
Italian kicks and clothes, I'm stepping clean from a kitchen stove
I can get you a brick of snow but after that's sold, I'll switch my phone
I don't want no traces
I feel the obbo watching, I know they want new cases

Just counted up this week's profits
You know when you made so much, you forgot your losses
Trap be a man's main topic
Put it under the tap and lock it
Bando pebbling brandy, this whisky ain't from Scotland
I was at home on JobSite
Then I went and built me a hotline
Now it's DSQ and Off-White
I'm on Brompton Road with a hot spice
Get the fork, come batter this fish
No we ain't making cod pies
Bro took a trip to the garden, then he came back with frostbite
Slithering snakes, how much time can I cut this grass
Young days I was going on movies, not once did they cut me half
But it's funny how things can change
Now the trap goes insane
Four pipes on this 4x4, you can hear it roar when I'm cutting past
Now the girls wanna know, I laugh
Says she want a man with a mask
She don't even know the half
But she don't even need to know it
She just want a jeet and blow it
And she love how the K's just frozen

Before you bust that brick, best cover your nose and shut those blinds
Count these rackers, now I can shut my eyes
Wake and bake, that's coke that's cooking
I put my life on the line even though I know I shouldn't
Italian kicks and clothes, I'm stepping clean from a kitchen stove
I can get you a brick of snow but after that's sold, I'll switch my phone
I don't want no traces
I feel the obbo watching, I know they want new cases

I don't know if the pigs ain't bugged me so I've gotta talk in slang
I copped me a lil pump way before I turned Gucci Gang
When I finish this half this square, I might Louis my trainers
Louis my top, Louis my belt, Louis my bag
Anytime the location's up town, just know trap grew him a bag
I'm in the T where the grub gets bruck down
Don't ask what I do with the slab
Don't even ask what I do with this mash
Rat-a-tat, rat-a-tat, rat-a-tat
Tell my bitch I don't want Nobu or Hakkasan
We can do Netflix and chill, I ain't going nowhere 'til this packet lands
No hammer and chis', I chop this brick like Jackie Chan
I'll stamp on it in my Louboutin's, these shoes cost a bag of sand
Everything I get, that's cash in hand
The only square I've seen is yola, I don't do no banking scams
Cash in hand
The only square I've seen is yola, I don't do no banking scams

Before you bust that brick, best cover your nose and shut those blinds
Count these rackers, now I can shut my eyes
Wake and bake, that's coke that's cooking
I put my life on the line even though I know I shouldn't
Italian kicks and clothes, I'm stepping clean from a kitchen stove
I can get you a brick of snow but after that's sold, I'll switch my phone
I don't want no traces
I feel the obbo watching, I know they want new cases