caps (uk) – 500 fiends lyrics
[verse 1]
just made a bag and i ain’t put my shoes on
cah i sell o’s same price as louboutins
if you’re talking plugs up north i’ve got new ones
stick on my hip and a brick in the boot darg
ask the o.g.’s, i’m crud for my age
try get me, best be aiming it straight
we don’t take photos man, we’re taping the place
same day i got touched he got shot in his face
ricardo on the m+way with trees in the boot
y.g. on the front line, he’s itching to shoot
bro done a madness, got his face on the news
now he’s in h.m.p. banging out screws
i can get you whole keys down to a gram
that’s why my phone pops like it’s taking a xan
gave my worker points but i ain’t gave him a ban
gave him fifty four and a pouch full of sand
[hook]
phone blowing off, i’ve got sales to l!ck
fumes in the t, can’t be taking it in
five hundred fiends how i pay for this sh+t
they all know my face, man i’m bait on the strip
phone blowing off, i’ve got sales to l!ck
fumes in the t, can’t be taking it in
five hundred fiends how i pay for this sh+t
they all know my face, man i’m bait on the strip
[verse 2]
just copped a half brick and split it in two
that’s why my reload’s looking like a half moon
it’s gon’ take a while to break to point twos
crack so hard darg i need a harpoon
go and tell your man he ain’t l!cking no shots
he got his ass kidnapped for trapping in my spot
big bro just put that flake in the pot
tell my runners “grab it while he’s taking it off”
i came up pushing eight of each by the flats
me and omar in the park testing out waps
i learned the hard way and i never looked back
now i’m in selfridges smacking out racks
eleven bill coat in the cold, i ain’t feeling sh+t
heard there’s obbo on the block so i’m moving sticks
the whole ends knows i’m on stupid sh+t
still got the same jacket b done a booting in
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[hook]
phone blowing off, i’ve got sales to l!ck
fumes in the t, can’t be taking it in
five hundred fiends how i pay for this sh+t
they all know my face, man i’m bait on the strip
phone blowing off, i’ve got sales to l!ck
fumes in the t, can’t be taking it in
five hundred fiends how i pay for this sh+t
they all know my face, man i’m bait on the strip
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