Moors 2

Weekends rolling the streets Weekdays chasing the bag Got my boys backing no one slacking No one I'm needing to drag No one I'm needing to carry Don't take shit man parry Lightning fast like a shot like Tammy On a hill man clutch up gas down will a man just (yo) Pass the drink start showing off the ice Not in the drink bro you're looking at the prize Bro look with your eyes G look at this guys Bare gyal just arrived time to repeat last night G look at this bird bro (what, what) See look at this bird though (yeah) Bro I seen a fit bird bro lets go She dealt with bare fannies before me she a lesbo Bro we swapping like Uno Could be on thousands (thousands) g that's true though Maintaining standards G not too low Jump car nashing bang on them tunes though Fruity dons come with envy But how can these man tell me How to do my ting when all they bring Is cheap cider and fake fendi Say eyes are up here so and careful you're staring I say it's Fendi b and I care what you're wearing I need to chill f*ck out before I tear it Your pussy right up and I know there's no sharing Testostrone man I think it's flaring Calls me game b so I'm bare daring Like a rash on the back violent like an asthma attack want the sack Hit me back what's crack Waffles see me next motive she lands I don't bite I don't have fangs Says chilling b don't wake up my nans Eating out no need no pots no pans Send her to space my G like she's in a trance We finish quite quick so she wants more plans Say her body's priceless she's only mans So I pay her five bar like its Onlyfans I'm just chilling G I do it for the hype And I'm gonna keep it simple what I want what I write But at least I'm real and I don't chat shite Like your bird does to you early kip last night I'm cushty G and I don't bite You're gonna start over a bird bro you don't wanna fight You can have her back quick time I can't promise she'll be yours not even being tight She in't anymore what a fraud her After long night crispy chicken when I order You're fuming G 'cause I chored her Shun't of started bro I would've ignored her Leave her man, she says you've bored her Swear down bro you can't afford her EA Sport I'm a walkout not a border You're a foy not a boy I'm a charva I'm a baller Chillin' at Lane Ends bare at Flacks these Them man go Greggs we're at Maccies Four birds three lads in our trackies At a motive kenzo and the black jeans (ahaha) Four birds and I'm landing with my party Gs Apply pay don't bring stacks, DRNE scenes Grafting all week buzzing they stocked back these That's a bottle full of voddy and a bag full of (ahaha) Half pissed and all and game as owt shit On't bonnet man slams and floors it Birds about, rip the exaustion You know she saw me and now she's all for me To your bird now you're radged and boring Spraff off me like you can't afford it Spam your girl out bare like it's hunky dory But your bird swipes full on my Insta story (mazza) Bro I'm chilling with my boys like you'll never be A club four gaffs twelve yards like a penalty Doing same shit since fifteen same bad routine Cut it down, change the pace, bro I'm like Messi A new bird to space like she's in a trance We finish quite quick so she wants more plans Say her body's priceless she's only mans Now I have no cash for her only fans (ahaha) Kids grow up know a lad in a manger Others grew up to be a Bradford Ranger Got respect for all gyal and who don't need a mister And I rate the nigga who managed to get with her Leeds, Creamfields, Bass Fest, Maga Growing up radged wanna be a top shagger I pull bare of the fit but for her close the shutters Not margarine g can't believe she's so butters