KB - RapAttack (feat. Potter Payper) lyrics

I can spit a sixty-four
Fuck it shall I add it on?
While I've still got bars
Fuck it I'll carry on
Listen I never done a shooting
With no bally on
Never had a chick that sucks dick and
Didn't pass it on
If there's a table full of straps
I bet I'm grabbing one
And I ain't kicking but
I'm shooting like Sessegnon
There ain't a nigga I would beef
I wouldn't press it on
I'm from a block where a whole
Heap of vets be on
And that's B12 but shout out Winson Green
Cause all my niggas touch
Skin like Maybelline
They're running fast, getting gassed
Tryna chase a dream


While you chase dragons like a fiend
Brudda how you mean? This ain't pool
Boys kill 'em with no extra livеs
I'm tryna make the barrel
Shakе like it's petrified
He might roll but he ain't
Mandem unless he rides
I heard they want beef
Started laughing until I cried
We ain't playing like we roll the dice
Take aim, turn you poltergeist
Looney's still locked but when he
Lands G he's over nice
So if we can buy three then
Let me know the price
Cause fuck being in a cell, even overnight
And twenty bags wasn't nothing
I made that overnight
I tell Blakez "Roll the weed
Cah the dank's potent"
He's got me screaming "Fuck
Niggas" like Frank Ocean
But sometimes it gets peak cah
I drop the ting
Wanna fight Potter? This ain't a
Pool but we're jumping in
I tell a brudda suck his mum
Thinks he's running tings
And if your girl knows don
Probably done a ting
Turn around back shot, riding like Ascot
Treat that pussy like Casino
Tryna hit the jackpot

I'm still eating with my family
Nan let the Dan free
I'm back up on my bullshit
This rap shit's Ben Drew
Shit I mean it's Plan B
Had to get my head set
Now I get it hands free
Potter still tan a white girl like Zante
Dad's Algerian, grew up in a shanty
I was on the block side
Running on the backstreets
Posted on the wing, jailhouse canteen
Anti, never let my Nan sleep
Don's mum said I was a bad breed
Used to rob with Frankie
Bitches used to diss now I'm a
Bit of what they fancy
One finger have a jezzy
Screaming like banshee
Mummy made my dad leave
Money made my man scheme
Trap don't stop, I don't sleep
I don't have dreams had to buck Francine
Hit her with the picture
The Bobby and it ran clean
Bonafide Essex boy, Potter I am that reem
Fuck Fat Joe, I'm Fat P
I'll make your back lean
I gotta get it, trap team
Trapping out of five spots
I ain't on Crimewatch
But, you can bet your life that the line pops
Holla at my guy, six nil
Get the white washed them boys violate
I ride round there with the lights off
And I ain't gotta say no more
It's a write-off i ain't gotta say no more
Now they wanna know what I'm on
Who I robbed, what I done
Me I'm on your iPhone, your iPad, your iPod
Fam I talk mulah, money in my dialogue
Fam I talk mulah, money in my dialogue
But there ain't no more weight
Or rosé in here
No Papi Chulo, no Jose in here

Too much years in jail
They say I've gone mad
'08, I was running wild with my don strapped
That's why they call me Potter
Niggas know where my wand's at
Forty for a long
I'll have it kicking like Ong-Bak
Jakes wan' harass me so I take backstreets
Pagans wanna catch me so I
Keep it ballsed off catch me
I'll make you Bullet Boy like Ashley
Now I'm tryna mash P, push white smash B
Tryna cop the drop top
Two smoking barrels and a lock stock
Line ringing nonstop, firing
Grind like I grinded, the grind gets tiring
Mummy said "You made your bed
Son you gotta lie in it"
It got me flying OT, eight-twelve force B
Big spliff peng cheese
Beema Bentley Benz P's