m1llionz - hdc 2.0 lyrics
[intro]
(ghosty)
yo
[verse]
yeah, the speed reload is quick
but the switch on the back of the g+lock faster
remember when [?] sold me the chip
it was 016 when the fours was gangster (old school)
pay for the slimmest to go on trips
she don’t know that she traffickin’ bricks from sangsta
somethin’ like mucnhie and mitzie
if a lass goes bait, well, i gotta use shh
not to flake it with likkle informant
he eat back just to get it back proper (whip, whip)
filled out too many visitin’ forms and they still never came just to check on my mother
i was at shrewsbury town with ethan
but i hit the trap when i never got my scholar (stress)
went jail, never got to finish preseason
since then i ain’t really thought ’bout soccer (in the trap)
odd one out at academy trials
think i had two phones from age fourteen (from early)
[?] minutes went out on the bond
i can’t call out, but they can call me (stress)
got me callin’ cats on my smartphone
one four one, for a one on one, poor me (no)
one of my oldest hit me on the ‘gram sayin’, “long time, flake, can you still sort t++ths?” (oi, it’s hot)
no point sayin’, “if i don’t blow then it’s back to the line” cah mine never turned off
icin’ it, see+through [?], i’m only a splash and his skin got burnt off (splash)
pay an importee from liverpool, berghaus trackie, blacked out on a [?]
birds formed a cult like the wap’s invisible (baow, baow)
best run quick when the kids get turn on (dah, dah, dah, dah)
grab a desperado when i entered the rave
that’s why i still got my white ting cah she knows who and who does mdma (yeah)
my old ting bleaches, now she lightskin
when i seen her, i couldn’t resemble the face (who’s that?)
you ain’t ever been with your fam’ in the mornin’ and been in jail by the end of the day
she told me she loves me and we just met her to shut it down like tyrique’s missus (shut it down)
footstep calm, if we’ve got no car, man march with the ting like pisces n+ggas
but this isn’t them songs that match his life
i feel like his bredrin writes his lyrics (cap)
it’s funny how flake just dropped to the bottom
and in school, i used to hide from physics
but, bro, don’t weigh three+fives on my scales
you’re gonna turn weed smokers into zombies
it was the dude from the dark still on
now you can’t mix class a drugs with hot leaf (never)
i heard that i’m never outside like i weren’t just daggerin’ gyal by crosse key
more breakfast than a [?]
i still take quick pitsops by dundee
wrap my tag in foil then hit them cells like call after curfew
wanna hit that town with a [?], i’ve never seen nothing like this since bird flu (what’s what?)
if you don’t get recommended from a five+star source then no one can serve you (never)
it’s funny when cats complain like i ain’t been runnin’ up up with worst food
first day out of the wock tryna size up my new probation officer (what’s he on though?)
i’m talkin’ carribean freaks when i say i just found me a bajan swallower
in nat west changin’ my old notes ‘cah the law changed and the new one’s polimer
stopped trips to yard [?]
in bar one and my phone’s on one bar, but i don’t care ‘cah the machine full up
the mandem screamin’, “ruguff” [?]
my dargs in homestead deal with science
they get confused when i call it juju
if i give [?] this chopper, you’re really gonna know why his nickname [?]
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