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krept & konan - new snap city lyrics

[intro: krept]
ay, chip, you’re not gonna like the way i come in on this one
he+he
tally

[verse 1: krept]
i feel like man united with a treble
and chip made it out the t cah he’s a different kettle
n+ggas think i lost it with the rap, well i’ve got scores to settle
like level backward, i’m still levels
there’s disrespect (disrespect)
we’ve been grinding, never took a day off
copped a new whiz but my house messy cah my maid in lagos
how many lines did they cross?
i kind of like the chaos
i had to offset my account so that the grind could take off
n+ggas tryna stunt on me in whips until we open throttle
kate moss, them n+ggas tryna flex with the older models
they see us then make a u like the golden bottles (skrr)
f+ck you, pay me, like i own a brothel (ah)
it’s different here
i’m with some billionaires
i had to break the rules (i had to)
and i’m the only black one here like the 8 in pool (yeah)
they’re tryna stop me, is this april fools’?
if you wanna block me, you’ll have to ask china to make the wall
they said they don’t like me, i don’t like me as well
thinks i’m a d+ckhead so i’m due to put one right in his girl (word)
not a joke, you think i won’t but only timing will tell (timing)
i really would, like that word you kinda silent with ls
they talk about my business then they start doing the maths
nala’s mum sold 1% for nearly 200 bags
okay, let’s rewind, deuce had a few in the mag (bah)
had a stick in the car like he’s got blue on the badge (woosh)
put it in her tummy
you should see the way she suck me
she ain’t scared of the top but she scared of heights so it’s funny (it’s crazy)
that b+tch asking me for s+x toys and a culli’
so i gave her the bullet in the car like sully (bop)
this is chip and tally, this is fine dining
this is mike tyson boxing mike tyson
who the f+ck you side+eyeing?
get ’em at the right timing
made it to the top and now we skydiving
separate ourselves and put down white lining
running up the steps with this
make it so effortless
freezer when i check the wrist
serena with the tennises (ice)
had your girl drinking out the bottle in my premises
she put that spirit in her like the exorcist
had her in the lobby like a receptionist
got on top, now she can do all the work ’cause i’m a feminist
tell her take time, she a perfectionist
she wanna make a film, i’ll show that b+tch what a director is
want smoke? boy, you know where my section is
don’t make a scene ’round my n+ggas, make sure you respecting them (please)
they’ll stick you for that reaction like a epipen
eesh
disturbing the peace
call me jimmy donaldson, i know you missed the beast
they woke him up
20 deep, we roll in trucks
get the v, we chauffeured up
put them rappers in a spliff and then we roll them up
[interlude: krept, chip]
f+ck
ay, chip, you wanna smoke this?
ganja man
yeah

[verse 2: chip]
one hand on this pen fam
the other on my spliff like “who am i smoking on?”, it’s them man
rappers but they acting, see my method turn you red man
let it spray, you’ll be a dead man
ain’t no wide when i stretch man
i said when you’re sad way
there’s rappers in my ashtray (sho)
sorry if you catch strays
it’s like that on a bad day (brr)
me, i ain’t a spitters, i’m a slappers, i’m a clappers
need to pick a baby mum, i’ve been a father to these rappers (woo)
me and krept on the mic, that’s like tyson and tyson
or m bison and m bison
he ain’t no ryu, he lying (you on no smoke fam)
pen it up and shoot, can’t let them style me crazy (mm+mm)
chippy on boots, he like nala’s baby
hybrid, it’s electric when i’m shocking all their plans
still you’ll get this unleaded, i got more in my tank
i’m addicted to dank
but i ain’t talking to a therapist or frank
cah thoughts turn money in the bank
my run in 2015 like the gunners ’03/’04 akh
that’s straight wins or draws akh
that’s spitters on the floor akh
what? can’t take no more akh?
cool, say no more fam (say nuttin), sho
they’re like “he don’t run out of words and he can slide on any beat”
but n+gga, facts, i’ve got classics that’ll live longer than me (for sure)
i see rappers wifing women i know other rappers beat
i’m like, “better you than me”
i’ve got this microphone, i’m sweet
i’m like ronaldinho with this pen, i got mad tricks
but tell them c+cky kids that i’m still in the field, active
i don’t do no bench press (uh+uh), when i gym it’s ‘nastics
i got acrobat+tricks
slap it, make you backflip (boom)
‘course i’m f+cking proud of the scene and where it’s come to
think of all the rappers on the scene i helped to come through
sitting here like, “has it come to this?”, the streets sample
you ain’t a real king if you cannot protect your castle (let’s go)
f+ck the fake flowers
i get all of mine in rose, straight carats (ice)
bored of rap beef, meat and dover sole in paris
you one+type+beat rappers, you should be embarrassed
when the in sound changes, you’ll vanish
bars took us round the world, we ain’t no shoulda+woulda+couldas (nah)
check grandma in the t, i feel like milk and three sugars (sho)
out in hollywood, me and my peoples
mix bad and bougie, we the migos (woo)
like check my stats, are you backwards?
even if you’re backwards, check the stats, they still the stats, and that’s just like ‘stats’ backwards (yeah)
never quitting rap becah i do this for the thrill
they count the records that i sold
i count the spitters that i’ve k!lled (brr)
since go down south, me and bro still going (facts)
every other year it’s like the lawn needs mowing (facts)
rap game, snakes in the grass still showing (cm, play dirty, you dun know)
but god got us and we know it
[outro: chip]
new snap city
touch mic, show no pity
how many years we been litty?
like broski

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