Headie One, RV - GMD lyrics

I told bro I’m itchin to ride
He said "yo, just take it easy"
I’ll take that risk like CB
Put man all over the TV
Still anyting shh get shh
Dem man don’t wanna see me
Make food disappear Houdini
Now I got keys to the beamer like Beenie
Jeepers Creepers
Freddie and Jason through your speakers
Get round there in tracky and slides then
Run man down in their sneakers grim reapers
Bet you don’t resurrect like Jesus
Jeepers creepers
Get rid of that yute like foetus

One for the money
Two in the dots that’s lost
Surprised that the gang’s still free
Now we still put new fours on the block
Fuck five-o had me bang up at about six so I
Couldn’t keep my eyes off the clock
Touch road and I took that risk
I sold seven Gs of rock
Eight times out of ten gang got it
Anyting shh get shh
Make man trip, spill, vomit
Shh got shh from the shh
Way lil bro, one lock it
Last night won that lat
Blood all over the bonnet
I had the whole block doin up moshpit

Guns, money and drugs
You already know, gang been doin up road
Bad Bs throwin up Os
How can we be broke? If we
(w) rap white like K koke next few shows
We’re gonna spend that money on smoke

Pochettino, tryna do G money like Nino
Ride man’s ting
Go light man’s skin like he’s albino
All black like emo
Put 10 in the back, Coutinho
Out here getting paid in full
And I tell girls that my real name’s Rico
They try mock me cos RV had
A job like H boogie
Didn’t come for me and play looksee
GBH showed prints from the crime scene
Jury looked at me like "How could he?"
In, Fully, Big, Bully
Opps still chat on the net
I’ve been there day and night, Kid Cudi

Big man chatty and past the time
Palm of the skeng when we go past the nine
Shh got chinged in the ride
He ran and couldn’t make it past the line
Shh got chinged and snitched
I swear that he’s still up in court and cryin
I see man doin a vid
Still out tryna flex with ice
You coulda got smoked in your head
But you’re like 35
When’s the last time man’s done a works
That’s awkward
Man won't free they’re cautious
Cah they know gang’s all about scorin

Guns, money and drugs
You already know, gang been doin up road
Bad Bs throwin up Os
How can we be broke? If we
(w) rap white like K koke next few shows
We’re gonna spend that money on smoke