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Description
Producer: Eight8
Producer: Harry Beech
Producer: HL8
Composer Lyricist: Young Adz
Composer Lyricist: Dirtbike LB
Lyrics and translation
Original
Inside the flat is a suspect, who police believe is part of a network in a sophisticated drug dealing ring.
Today ain't been a good day My trap house just took a raid My darg catch M's, don't tuck their face More platinum plaques on the way Heard London niggas ain't got guns
Like I ain't got a mini AK Like I ain't givin' models cocaine Like I ain't put an -M in my safe -We out in Paris, the drip make a rapper embarrassed I know niggas sicko like L Just got out of a deal Only twenty-somethin' on all these mills All of these thotties all over my body I made it a hobby, I love me a kill
Bitches love me, I'm him I ain't flexin', this shit is for real Think I'm lackin', you picklehead dill Not gon' speak on no action that's supposed to be concealed For this rap, we was up in the field Tryna catch us a body, had trauma since lil' Had to rob, I ain't have me a mil' Youngin, I'm tryna get it, you know how it feel Now
I got it, I'm sicko, I'm tired of these niggas Pretendin' to me to be real
Send a bitch to go and do the coke deal Young rich nigga, I ain't sign me no deal
Lambo double R, movin' ghost still Show the trenches that we all got hope still We gotta find a way, yeah Crack in the microwave Take a couple thousand, go get your nails done Then go get microbladed My nigga got life, we cried And he ain't beat the case, we tried Mummy, wipe them tears out your eye 5 AM in Paris, what a life We gotta find a way, yeah Crack in the microwave I put the call in Bet by the -mornin' that someone died today, yeah -Youngins hoppin' out masked up I won't never did it, you can ask pop Actin' like a hood nigga They don't even know the opportunities I passed up Big goons in the area, gassed up Such, such darg, he got blasted Know my mama hurt and she don't sit inside How she really feel, I don't ask her Flexed up, I done made it 'Fore I came in, both them bitches ate it Life I'm livin' cost a nigga cocky Bitch, can't no one stop me, I know people favorite
We gotta find a way, yeah Crack in the microwave Take a couple thousand, go get your nails done Then go get microbladed Today ain't been a good day My trap house just took a raid My darg catch M's, don't tuck their face More platinum plaques on the way Heard London niggas ain't got guns Like I ain't got a mini AK Like I ain't givin' models cocaine Like I ain't put an M in my safe
We out in Paris, the drip make a rapper embarrassed I know niggas sicko like L
Just got out of a deal Only twenty-somethin' on all these mills All of these thotties all over my body I made it a hobby, I love me a kill
Bitches love me, I'm him I ain't flexin', this shit is for real
If I fuck with a bitch, then I'm flyin' her in , yeah She shoppin' online and I ain't surprised She probably just buyin' Skims, yeah She ain't even know that I hit the corner to buy her designer things My brothers still huggin' the bruck Even though we live in the dyin' sin
More money, more clips, darg Hit a brick with the wash, let it whip, darg
That money was written in '91, allow the scripture Way too deep in, deep in
I been gone way too deep in, deep in
Way too deep in, deep in I been gone way too deep in, deep in