Is0kenny - Bring My P's lyrics
[Is0kenny - Bring My P's lyrics]
Listen bruv, if you don't have my
P's by tonight, you done
Yeah? Bring my P's by tonight i'm
Not gonna say it again
Bruv why does mandem think they
Could play with me fam?
Rule number one - make sure you bring my P's
Rule number two - keep the
Word in the streets
Rule number three - make sure
The whole gang eat
If you mess up on any of these
You get put six feet deep
Gotta drop, just call my cellular, roadman
Don't call me regular
My ends we don't make friends
Don't get gassed up, you'll turn to a nebula
Yeah, it could get sneaky
This Drake gotta chune that
Could leave you leaky
Make you dance like Keke, can't
Run off on me, i got hit men weekly
I was trappin' out the bando
Movin' that weight, yeah, the food and stuff
Big man tings, yeah, movin' buff
When we two man step, we loosin' up
Got screws in us
Yeah, I saw him, but he ran tho
Bruckshot put him down, no losin' us
Them man act fake, like who's to trust?
Them man act fake
Like who's to trust? Who's to trust?
Rule number one - make sure you bring my P's
Rule number two - keep the
Word in the streets
Rule number three - make sure
The whole gang eat
If you mess up on any of these
You get put six feet deep
Gotta drop, just call my cellular, roadman
Don't call me regular
My ends we don't make friends
Don't get gassed up, you'll turn to a nebula
Yeah, it could get sneaky
This Drake gotta chune that
Could leave you leaky
Make you dance like Keke, can't
Run off on me, i got hit men weekly
P's by tonight, you done
Yeah? Bring my P's by tonight i'm
Not gonna say it again
Bruv why does mandem think they
Could play with me fam?
Rule number one - make sure you bring my P's
Rule number two - keep the
Word in the streets
Rule number three - make sure
The whole gang eat
If you mess up on any of these
You get put six feet deep
Gotta drop, just call my cellular, roadman
Don't call me regular
My ends we don't make friends
Don't get gassed up, you'll turn to a nebula
Yeah, it could get sneaky
This Drake gotta chune that
Could leave you leaky
Make you dance like Keke, can't
Run off on me, i got hit men weekly
I was trappin' out the bando
Movin' that weight, yeah, the food and stuff
Big man tings, yeah, movin' buff
When we two man step, we loosin' up
Got screws in us
Yeah, I saw him, but he ran tho
Bruckshot put him down, no losin' us
Them man act fake, like who's to trust?
Them man act fake
Like who's to trust? Who's to trust?
Rule number one - make sure you bring my P's
Rule number two - keep the
Word in the streets
Rule number three - make sure
The whole gang eat
If you mess up on any of these
You get put six feet deep
Gotta drop, just call my cellular, roadman
Don't call me regular
My ends we don't make friends
Don't get gassed up, you'll turn to a nebula
Yeah, it could get sneaky
This Drake gotta chune that
Could leave you leaky
Make you dance like Keke, can't
Run off on me, i got hit men weekly