Pak-Man - 48 Bars Part 6 lyrics
[Pak-Man - 48 Bars Part 6 lyrics]
Really pulling strings, gotta get mine
Always meet a deadline
Them boys ain't trappers
They've got a dead line
Flying up the M5, one-fifty in the M5
Friends robbing friends
What's your ends like?
Young G stacked a forty on a pedal bike
Forty for a brick
Get you shot for a brick of white
Big drip, wrist lit, cash money, hella ice
I can feel the force like a Jedi Knight
Snakes in the grass, had to sever ties
Nearly died at twenty-five
Tryna get my cheddar right
Hands in many pies, make sure I get a slice
I need everything for a better price
Girls feel my aura when they see a baller
Took her number, didn't even call her
I was a young yute in some Diadora
Now my wrist's like Fiji water
Girls witness the litness
I came through wrist wet
Never had a record deal
Waiting on a big cheque
Big smoke, big money, I might buy a crib next
Hundred bag depot, it better be a freehold
I don't want a cheap home
Fly like mosquitoes
Keep a piece like Moschino
Used to trap till five in the morning
Ask Kico growing up I weren't inspired
By the mad slappers or the cash grabbers
I was inspired by the flash trappers
I don't trust these backstabbers
Hating cause my stack fatter
Got me eating black pasta
You are just a gassed rapper
Real life thriller, lived a life of action
Diamonds spazzing
Stones dancing like Michael Jackson
Buy my Roleys from Roley and
Buy my stones from Hatton
All this Dolce, you know me
I've got an eye for fashion
If it's touched my wrist then I've owned it
I remember being homeless at
The sofa at Josie's
Now it's fresh Gucci loafers
Hood rich and I'm focused
I came up on a strip full of smokers
Get a pack and I'm working
Rap gangster, you ain't gangster in person
In the kitchen, more magic than Merlin
Switched a whole for the Starbucks
I never liked the Kermit
Paint the picture perfect
Tell me what them nerds did
Racks for these verses, lit like a furnace
I'm a hustler brudda
I ain't only making birds flip
Home run in the cab
Everywhere like German Doner Kebab
Now the foreign is mad
Top spec, writ off my drop stress
What's next? New whip a
Monster like Loch Ness
Engine sounds angry, girls drop panties
Rose gold gangrene, whole squad tramp free
Always meet a deadline
Them boys ain't trappers
They've got a dead line
Flying up the M5, one-fifty in the M5
Friends robbing friends
What's your ends like?
Young G stacked a forty on a pedal bike
Forty for a brick
Get you shot for a brick of white
Big drip, wrist lit, cash money, hella ice
I can feel the force like a Jedi Knight
Snakes in the grass, had to sever ties
Nearly died at twenty-five
Tryna get my cheddar right
Hands in many pies, make sure I get a slice
I need everything for a better price
Girls feel my aura when they see a baller
Took her number, didn't even call her
I was a young yute in some Diadora
Now my wrist's like Fiji water
Girls witness the litness
I came through wrist wet
Never had a record deal
Waiting on a big cheque
Big smoke, big money, I might buy a crib next
Hundred bag depot, it better be a freehold
I don't want a cheap home
Fly like mosquitoes
Keep a piece like Moschino
Used to trap till five in the morning
Ask Kico growing up I weren't inspired
By the mad slappers or the cash grabbers
I was inspired by the flash trappers
I don't trust these backstabbers
Hating cause my stack fatter
Got me eating black pasta
You are just a gassed rapper
Real life thriller, lived a life of action
Diamonds spazzing
Stones dancing like Michael Jackson
Buy my Roleys from Roley and
Buy my stones from Hatton
All this Dolce, you know me
I've got an eye for fashion
If it's touched my wrist then I've owned it
I remember being homeless at
The sofa at Josie's
Now it's fresh Gucci loafers
Hood rich and I'm focused
I came up on a strip full of smokers
Get a pack and I'm working
Rap gangster, you ain't gangster in person
In the kitchen, more magic than Merlin
Switched a whole for the Starbucks
I never liked the Kermit
Paint the picture perfect
Tell me what them nerds did
Racks for these verses, lit like a furnace
I'm a hustler brudda
I ain't only making birds flip
Home run in the cab
Everywhere like German Doner Kebab
Now the foreign is mad
Top spec, writ off my drop stress
What's next? New whip a
Monster like Loch Ness
Engine sounds angry, girls drop panties
Rose gold gangrene, whole squad tramp free