bleshotta - no receipt lyrics
[chorus : ble]
i got gucci on my feet
i got louis on my feet
i got diamonds on my t++th
all these racks, no receipt
all these racks, no receipt
all these racks, no receipt
all these racks, no receipt
all these racks, no receipt
[verse 1 : ble]
from london to the us
you gon’ shut up with that bs
you too short for a drive test
i thought you were an arm rest
rolling with my gang need a coupe
sippin’ with ma gyals, they don’t need you
you trippin’ in cali guess got the loot
hittin’ them 100’s come catch this move
copter waiting all the people on the groove
white tracin’ cops, bluefaces on the roof
say you free like a bird? then b+tch shoo
faygo hits different when you on the stu
but i ain’t holdin’ off imma get my lobster
168 that a big ass chopper
7 bands that you’re a insta cropper
and 8 bands that imma f+ck ur mother
hit me with the truth 1 scoop
blunt and drugs just some i don’t do
hit me up when my gang get to you
eat the honey cuz they call her winnie pooh
this is some real sh+t g, looks like you never tried it
if the game too hot then u prolly’ should have iced it
i’ve been bad for so long but im still on santas nice list
you can listen to my tracks, do you want some rice with it
i’ve been generous with my hand gave them racks for say
same thing applies to yourself but i know the end of days
and a b+tch cries on the shelf she show me her dirty ways
been back in 3 when i shoulda came in 3
been back on 2 i should have k!lled you see
and on the track with 1 i linked up ski
and i’m left with none no b+tches here g
give me my phone
bussiness always waits for me
in a top story mansion
with teca, em and 50
in the royal grounds with ex stripty
of course i’m gonna get 60
yo mel come give me that lip+tea
you forgot the b, 8 seconds after trasspass
take it, you want all of this trash?
you young, imma take u back to class
[verse 2 : leart]
come to class you gon’ learn something
be quiet man and just say nothing
better than us you got to be bugging
on the track with ble man the beats struggling
the beats struggling mans too harsh on it
listen to it beg then put 16 bars in it
or make it 32 man gotta spazz on this
until the beat dies mans gotta k!ll
wearing that leather mans not vegan
using the feather to give a beating
i will always k!ll just put the beat in
i made some bread to go with this beef thing
copped some ice to chill the fire
your songs blow call them hair dryer
got new shoes that u desire
got the pedigree that you aspire
got the b+tch you follow on insta
she came to me and asked for a picture
hit her phone she came home insta
she took her clother off didn’t even kiss her
didn’t take long before she finished
after that you know mans fishing
man took a flight that sh+t was business
the line was british that’s the quickest
on the track mans the fittest
both on fitness and the spitting
on the press and the pressing
mans got chest and a blessing
mans got bars and the steel
but i ain’t jailed i am free
i got the cops telling me freeze
i ain’t scared of them cuz they won’t shoot me
[chorus : ble]
i got gucci on my feet
i got louis on my feet
i got diamonds on my t++th
all these racks, no receipt
all these racks, no receipt
all these racks, no receipt
all these racks, no receipt
all these racks, no receipt
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