K-Trap - Busy lyrics
[K-Trap - Busy lyrics]
Tsh tsh, tsh
Mm, mm
Hate when I see man givin' a big in
(Nathaniel London)
See them live in the flesh, they're timid
Thousand G's, just broke down the brizzy
(Ye)
Told little man that it's gonna get busy
(Busy)
Emz stepped out, that's suttin' risky
Now, your wishbone on the tizzy
Tell you 'bout the treacherous summers
Bro had a string on the mizzy-bizzy
(Yeah! Yeah)
Before them labels meetin's, I really
Had a shotgun stuck
Tryna greet them
(Yeah)
Ever get the drop in the mornin'
But you got colly?
You gotta fling bine in the evenin'
(Bap, bap)
Me and bro stepped two spinners
Whoever we see is finders keepers (Keepers)
Remember when I found out
We lost them beaters?
I really felt like I was grievin' (Agh)
Two man deep in Hatton, but still
That's a quarter in kettles
(Huh)
Can't you see this VS-VS1?
Don't ask if I walk with the metal (I do)
Even when I sat in petty
Gang tryna lay down petals
Gotta get settled
Mash in the tech fleece, gonna get tekky
Who's goin' petty?
(Who?)
Big mood, meet you in the day time later on
'Til you get dressed up, 'til you get sexy
Uptown diners, spoke to the killies
They're downtown firin'
(Grrt) , bro wanna drill it
I don't mind drivin'
(Nyoom) , check then fill it
Check then fill it (Fill it)
In the phone to the personal shopper
I just wanna know if
It's oversized or fitted
(I know)
I just wanna know why they talk so wicked
(Wicked)
Talk so warm with short and sawn
Easy to double tap, but I like the auto more
(Grrt, bap)
Walk with parc', it was
MAC's and spinners, now
I sign autograph
(Ye, ye)
They rap and chat it, I
Don't know 'bout them
But we really walk with ours
Shoppin' with bae, fuck around, get
Her the bag, mini, medium
Large
(Ye)
Speedy cars, pull up, big man
(Nyoom) , let them out first
Tryna see the arse (Yeah)
You never run none, nuttin' with a
Fire and clicked it, now
You're a liar
(Liar)
You never cooked it raw, had half
A brick in the window
Still tryna dry ah
(Ye)
I gave Lambeth hope with this mash
And this thousand grams a coke
(Yola)
Take that sandwich back and go
I want thirty grand on Nole
(On Nole)
I never switch and go with the fake
I'd rather stand alone
(Trappo)
I'd give it to bro, he
Went for the landin'
Came home landin' loads
Goats, I tell you why
How much times did I fuck up
The bag and didn't even televise?
(Huh)
How much times did I step with the
Thing out here? It's too fiery
I ain't gonna bury mine
(Fiery)
The parcel's bad, now, it's just slabs
Three hundred K in tabs
Social cramp, double R chop when
We still in the hood
Gotta put down the flaps
(Yeah! Yeah)
Nathaniel London
Mm, mm
Hate when I see man givin' a big in
(Nathaniel London)
See them live in the flesh, they're timid
Thousand G's, just broke down the brizzy
(Ye)
Told little man that it's gonna get busy
(Busy)
Emz stepped out, that's suttin' risky
Now, your wishbone on the tizzy
Tell you 'bout the treacherous summers
Bro had a string on the mizzy-bizzy
(Yeah! Yeah)
Before them labels meetin's, I really
Had a shotgun stuck
Tryna greet them
(Yeah)
Ever get the drop in the mornin'
But you got colly?
You gotta fling bine in the evenin'
(Bap, bap)
Me and bro stepped two spinners
Whoever we see is finders keepers (Keepers)
Remember when I found out
We lost them beaters?
I really felt like I was grievin' (Agh)
Two man deep in Hatton, but still
That's a quarter in kettles
(Huh)
Can't you see this VS-VS1?
Don't ask if I walk with the metal (I do)
Even when I sat in petty
Gang tryna lay down petals
Gotta get settled
Mash in the tech fleece, gonna get tekky
Who's goin' petty?
(Who?)
Big mood, meet you in the day time later on
'Til you get dressed up, 'til you get sexy
Uptown diners, spoke to the killies
They're downtown firin'
(Grrt) , bro wanna drill it
I don't mind drivin'
(Nyoom) , check then fill it
Check then fill it (Fill it)
In the phone to the personal shopper
I just wanna know if
It's oversized or fitted
(I know)
I just wanna know why they talk so wicked
(Wicked)
Talk so warm with short and sawn
Easy to double tap, but I like the auto more
(Grrt, bap)
Walk with parc', it was
MAC's and spinners, now
I sign autograph
(Ye, ye)
They rap and chat it, I
Don't know 'bout them
But we really walk with ours
Shoppin' with bae, fuck around, get
Her the bag, mini, medium
Large
(Ye)
Speedy cars, pull up, big man
(Nyoom) , let them out first
Tryna see the arse (Yeah)
You never run none, nuttin' with a
Fire and clicked it, now
You're a liar
(Liar)
You never cooked it raw, had half
A brick in the window
Still tryna dry ah
(Ye)
I gave Lambeth hope with this mash
And this thousand grams a coke
(Yola)
Take that sandwich back and go
I want thirty grand on Nole
(On Nole)
I never switch and go with the fake
I'd rather stand alone
(Trappo)
I'd give it to bro, he
Went for the landin'
Came home landin' loads
Goats, I tell you why
How much times did I fuck up
The bag and didn't even televise?
(Huh)
How much times did I step with the
Thing out here? It's too fiery
I ain't gonna bury mine
(Fiery)
The parcel's bad, now, it's just slabs
Three hundred K in tabs
Social cramp, double R chop when
We still in the hood
Gotta put down the flaps
(Yeah! Yeah)
Nathaniel London