Bashy - Dynasty lyrics
[Bashy - Dynasty lyrics]
Bitch! Huh
Wagwan you know who it is already man
I’m back don’tcha know
You lot’s fun is over
It’s like I’ve been away, yeah come back
You clowns still sound the fucking same
It’s Ragz 2 Richez though man
We got that state of mind
You see what I’m saying? 2NV
Shout out all the mandem, you know what it is
Look don’t ask for anyone’s help
Maintain a B&Q attitude man do it yourself
(yup) business-minded I’m moving in stealth
Should’ve seen the way Ur Mum Vol
1 just moved off the shelf (thousands)
Haters know I’m the man
I’ll drop Chuppa Chup, Ur Mum 2
Catch Me If You Can hotel? Later for that
Bitch, my whip is like a portable Hilton
Man I fuck in the back chips in a stack
Your only chips is in Marylands
While they hate and sit with their
Mans I got fans in Japan
I got the mixtape shotting and damn
I got Mastersteps
Logan and Westwood all spinning my tracks
(what?) cameo spinning my tracks
Phoneline blowing up like "ahhh
DJ bring it back!"
The streets are feeling Bash
Haters aren’t feeling that that’s cool
Like a milkbottle man'll peel the cap
Half these MCs don’t live what they chat
Man they’re broken on their face
Ain't got a chip in their bank
And if it weren’t for the free
Adidas they'll be looking like tramps
90% are living like that (hah)
It’s OK, them fools-them can try and hate me
(cool) as long as like they don’t
Think to violate me this ain’t risky roads
Nah my badman’ll take me
You’ll get duppied quicker than you can
Get your nine off safety
I’m tryna fuck with the bitch
With the rich pops (come here)
You little mugs is still trying to
Get a grind off Sadie
Will I make a mill? Maybe, slightly hazy
But ‘til I make 100 chip
I ain’t having a baby
Dun the hype, I’m not into the hoo haah
Fresher than an Ambi Pure but
Grimy like a sew-aarr
MCs can drop your 32 bar
Or drop a 16 and fuck it up
I’m bigger in your bit's than you are
When I touch the mic the
Crowd be like "Hurrah" i know I should have
Dropped my mixtape sooner
But, I was on the road on the loo lah
Music weren’t getting me Ps
So I picked a little Q up built the line
Pengaleng started to move fast
Girlfriend was like "Ashley
You’ve gone too far"
Scaredem was like "Bashy that’s not you blood
Music is who you are"
And then I thought "For real
Ain’t trying to end up in a can like tuna"
Stopped, got a job it’s gonna be ridiculous
When I cop the new car
Blood I’m gonna zoom past
But, I’m not trying to live my life too fast
I seen top shotters who blew up
First out, now their man is smoking Cuba
Temptation is sweeter than sug-arr
Whips, chicks and hype will kill your
Clart quicker than a tumor
That’s why you rate man that
Turn to the Qur’an bible, or even Buddah
Cause when it’s on it’s on
Man’ll spill your blood on the footpath
Can’t turn the heat off like a cooker
But man are chicken
Ain’t got a toaster to protect their bread
So they get robbed and then
Them batty man start snitching
This road thing ain’t for certain man
If you fannies can’t stand the heat then
You pussys should get out the kitchen
Wagwan you know who it is already man
I’m back don’tcha know
You lot’s fun is over
It’s like I’ve been away, yeah come back
You clowns still sound the fucking same
It’s Ragz 2 Richez though man
We got that state of mind
You see what I’m saying? 2NV
Shout out all the mandem, you know what it is
Look don’t ask for anyone’s help
Maintain a B&Q attitude man do it yourself
(yup) business-minded I’m moving in stealth
Should’ve seen the way Ur Mum Vol
1 just moved off the shelf (thousands)
Haters know I’m the man
I’ll drop Chuppa Chup, Ur Mum 2
Catch Me If You Can hotel? Later for that
Bitch, my whip is like a portable Hilton
Man I fuck in the back chips in a stack
Your only chips is in Marylands
While they hate and sit with their
Mans I got fans in Japan
I got the mixtape shotting and damn
I got Mastersteps
Logan and Westwood all spinning my tracks
(what?) cameo spinning my tracks
Phoneline blowing up like "ahhh
DJ bring it back!"
The streets are feeling Bash
Haters aren’t feeling that that’s cool
Like a milkbottle man'll peel the cap
Half these MCs don’t live what they chat
Man they’re broken on their face
Ain't got a chip in their bank
And if it weren’t for the free
Adidas they'll be looking like tramps
90% are living like that (hah)
It’s OK, them fools-them can try and hate me
(cool) as long as like they don’t
Think to violate me this ain’t risky roads
Nah my badman’ll take me
You’ll get duppied quicker than you can
Get your nine off safety
I’m tryna fuck with the bitch
With the rich pops (come here)
You little mugs is still trying to
Get a grind off Sadie
Will I make a mill? Maybe, slightly hazy
But ‘til I make 100 chip
I ain’t having a baby
Dun the hype, I’m not into the hoo haah
Fresher than an Ambi Pure but
Grimy like a sew-aarr
MCs can drop your 32 bar
Or drop a 16 and fuck it up
I’m bigger in your bit's than you are
When I touch the mic the
Crowd be like "Hurrah" i know I should have
Dropped my mixtape sooner
But, I was on the road on the loo lah
Music weren’t getting me Ps
So I picked a little Q up built the line
Pengaleng started to move fast
Girlfriend was like "Ashley
You’ve gone too far"
Scaredem was like "Bashy that’s not you blood
Music is who you are"
And then I thought "For real
Ain’t trying to end up in a can like tuna"
Stopped, got a job it’s gonna be ridiculous
When I cop the new car
Blood I’m gonna zoom past
But, I’m not trying to live my life too fast
I seen top shotters who blew up
First out, now their man is smoking Cuba
Temptation is sweeter than sug-arr
Whips, chicks and hype will kill your
Clart quicker than a tumor
That’s why you rate man that
Turn to the Qur’an bible, or even Buddah
Cause when it’s on it’s on
Man’ll spill your blood on the footpath
Can’t turn the heat off like a cooker
But man are chicken
Ain’t got a toaster to protect their bread
So they get robbed and then
Them batty man start snitching
This road thing ain’t for certain man
If you fannies can’t stand the heat then
You pussys should get out the kitchen