Aitch - Moston lyrics
Aitch [Harrison Armstrong]
[Aitch - Moston lyrics]
From the lane to the ave
Couple friends in the trench
Haters and snakes, yeah
There's plenty of them (WhYJay)
Couple shady white boys, fillin' Benzs with–
Check it
Don't disturb me at my place of work
Labels on my nerves, up in my face
I'm tryna lay my verse
Bakin' wit' your bird
I'm takin' Stacey for a late dessert
Babe, I got it patterned
Safe to say I got my space reserved (Uh)
You–you want paper? Where's the paper work?
Me, I'm making plays, I make mistakes
That's what it takes to learn
I'm coming out my cage
You need to pay to see my face emerge
Crazy baby Aitch
I got your mother tryna take a turn
Yo, just say the word and we can make it work
Chasin' what I've earned
Shit on my haters so it makes it burn
Make 'em catch the worm
Turn up the bass and watch the wave I surf
Take me for a pagan, now you're safe
Look how the tables turn
I–I love the game but I hate it same way
And you love to hate Aitch
But you ain't made a day's pay
My opinion's not changing
I can't rate what they say i'm a spitter
I don't need a big hook like Dave Haye (Ahh)
Gucci on my ends, M-O-S T-O-N
From the lane to the ave
Couple friends in the trench
Haters and snakes, yeah
There's plenty of them
Couple shady white boys
Fillin' Benzs with leng
Gucci on my ends, M-O-S T-O-N
From the lane to the ave
Couple friends in the trench (Ahh)
Haters and snakes, yeah
There's plenty of them
Couple shady white boys, fillin' Benzs with-
(O oh)
Check the drip, this the Manny way, bitch
Word to Rick
Burn a spliff cah mi affi stay lit
Broski said he local so
The package came quick
I know it's up to good standards
Didn't have to weigh shit (Ha ha ha)
Ask me for my number, you'll get swerved
We don't need to talk
Call me bougie all you like but
What d'ya need it for?
Like, would you really pick me up
If you had seen me fall?
No, so we could have a conversation
But just keep it short
Kettle freezin' and there's still no ice
You could have the biggest bum, but, no
I still won't like
Listen, baby, I ain't tryna kill no vibe
But it feels so wrong when you
Tell me it feels so right
Jump in the whip fast, dig that
Pulled the stick back, shit
Unless I got whiplash
Pray there's not a flash when I flip past
Quick, I've gotta dip
Big stacks in a zip bag (What?)
Shit's mad
A man'll change for some quick cash
Gotta think fast and watch who you trust
Big man (Trust)
Sit back and just laugh 'cause it's big cap
Bill it, sip 'Nac
Live your life and get lit fam
Gucci on my ends, M-O-S T-O-N
From the lane to the ave
Couple friends in the trench
Haters and snakes, yeah
There's plenty of them
Couple shady white boys
Fillin' Benz's with leng
Gucci on my ends, M-O-S T-O-N
From the lane to the ave
Couple friends in the trench
Haters and snakes, yeah
There's plenty of them
Couple shady white boys, fillin' Benz's with-