K-Trap, Youngs Teflon - Molly Mae lyrics
[K-Trap, Youngs Teflon - Molly Mae lyrics]
Sorry for the runners
She raised a whole waste I
Feel sorry for your momma
Just left the house party GSR on my bomber
Cause I support Utd but I'm
Raised by the Gunners
Make a soft drink off them plays
But I don't' sell hard
Wanna go Novi told her slide
See you in Telfar
Thought I'd be dead by 25 I made it well far
Something like the gym I keep the
Gloves where the bells are
We sittin' on them blocks but we
Sittin' on them charts now
Ask wherе I been eat my shorts
I was at Bart's house
Tryna run this marathon but you
Ain't got the lеgs bro
I'm really round the demons you don't
Really want the arms house
The glee ain't got a beam it's
In my hoodie that's Supreme
And I rock Heron Preston for
The fashion I'm a fiend
Won't catch us at the scene but
The camera caught us fleeing
Was tweaking off the meds until
We really made him lean
If it's ten ten I use the ten tonne
Told my runner that there's two types
The good and the leng one
I ain't seen a racetrack
There's buj in this F1
I don't need no stop time just
Jug till the feds come
They won't ever do it like I have or I do
Check the stats for the proof or
In fact I can prove you just wanna look good
Extra ten seconds so it cooks good whilst
I'm looking through this Louis lookbook
Runners in a T, I got runners in a T
I know they take long but niggas
Gotta hurry when it's me
You ever got something down? Had
To hurry off the scene
Still end up on the wing
Gotta hurry up and plea
Come home and say you're gonna stop
But you're worse and if
Rap fails I'm gonna hug the
Block at it's worst or it never will
See niggas careers in the still
When I'm better still and
My trap bills way more than your record deals
They do it for a quid
My niggas never been lidge
I ain't talkin' 'gac
I had the 40 in the fridge
My shorty rock a fringe
I ain't really one for wigs unless you're
Talking opps holding smoke from the sig
19, 42 I had them both
That's the kilo and smoke, g-lock and a spin
Three tops talking fish
Round the pot I'm equip
Pocket rockets for the party
The mops for the vid ahh haa
Catch me with a blade I'm
Just chopping up some joints done it by eye
The last whip was still on point
My killy got the coin, no whistle
Hear the noise
Hit him with the 42 Dugg, we them boys
Smokin' Wiz Khalifa, top floor like the Burj
Send your location we gon' turn it to a purge
Remember running on the mains with a 12
Feel like it was all eyes
On me against the world
Stay dangerous cos that's my body language
And I ain't gotta ask Trap
I know he probably brang it
I'm from the mud
I turnt my rain into holidays
Cos we all got the same 24, Molly Mae
Flew 'em out the flat
I was only tryna pay rent
Pickin' up coin if you
Disrespect the payments
Just like penny up when the
Semi get to wavin'
Spec shell cases in the park, how my day went
I got bine I ain't swinging any hands
Pocket rocket unfold the trigger
Then it bangs tell her dinners on my tab
Think I need a bigger bag
Grab the scorch by the K you
Gon' hear a bigger bang
You won't ever take the risk
Why I got a wetter wrist
Catch that nigga with the plait's
He gon' get it in his twists
Used to sit up in the trolley as a kid
It's mad how things change we filling
Up them trolleys with them bricks