RV, Headie One - Introduction lyrics
[RV, Headie One - Introduction lyrics]
HARGO production
H-H-H-H-H-H-HARGO production
HARGO production rV
What can I say? Caught him live on the mains
And I couldn't let him go
So I got him down bait
Any waps on sale, man cop them
Now I got options, dots or the trey
When it's beef, man grab it and fill it
But I ain't choppin' no steak
Bro just asked if I got it
Must've been rhetorically
Kiss my teeth, obviously
If you see me with a Gucci bag
That's more than a pocket rocket on me
I got bro like he got me
So a problem with him
That's a problem with me
If I get the drop then it's peak
No Pick 'n Mix if we shoppin' for sweets
You ain't ever took so much L's
That you ain't made no profit in weeks
Still spend change, stay coppin' these sweets
We got more than Quality Street
Still pull up on a opp block
They don't wanna know what we
Got in this Jeep
Last time must've thought it was banter on me
So two got-got in a week
My bro's tellin' me I got too much to lose
He don't want me to glide no more
All of them peddle bikes shotguns
Turn't into auto slidin' doors
Fell in love with this 44 long
That's the only time I wife these hoes
Like two and a blue in a Pyrex bowl
Man whip it like Silentó
How many man been chased
Caught, cheffed, shot, bloodied?
Bare Ribena on the opp block
Spill mans juice then the whole place flooded
Like the bottom of my shoes are red
And these ones ain't even studded
Get man down and forget about it
RV don't like to hold grudges
When shh got away I was gutted
Cah all he does is give verbal
Two shanks and a red bandana
Like Raphael in Ninja Turtles
Ching, splash, poke a man
Try do that nigga like Squirtle
Govs put me on basic and took my TV
Felt like my cell got burgled
They act like they don't know
How black blade taste, they know
Them 9 boys love to start singing
They do it like Beyoncé sung Halo
I spent most of my life in a bando
Opp block, feds came when I ain't home
Still gotta make sure there's no
Evidence on this phone
I don't know nuttin' 'bout weave
I'm tryna put inches in his dome
Them man don't score, they just hit the post
Them man shit, they're internet trolls
Put my Rambo through grub and opps
Did it on both
Got nicked for intent to supply and I
Still went and did it on soc'
H-H-H-H-H-H-HARGO production
HARGO production rV
What can I say? Caught him live on the mains
And I couldn't let him go
So I got him down bait
Any waps on sale, man cop them
Now I got options, dots or the trey
When it's beef, man grab it and fill it
But I ain't choppin' no steak
Bro just asked if I got it
Must've been rhetorically
Kiss my teeth, obviously
If you see me with a Gucci bag
That's more than a pocket rocket on me
I got bro like he got me
So a problem with him
That's a problem with me
If I get the drop then it's peak
No Pick 'n Mix if we shoppin' for sweets
You ain't ever took so much L's
That you ain't made no profit in weeks
Still spend change, stay coppin' these sweets
We got more than Quality Street
Still pull up on a opp block
They don't wanna know what we
Got in this Jeep
Last time must've thought it was banter on me
So two got-got in a week
My bro's tellin' me I got too much to lose
He don't want me to glide no more
All of them peddle bikes shotguns
Turn't into auto slidin' doors
Fell in love with this 44 long
That's the only time I wife these hoes
Like two and a blue in a Pyrex bowl
Man whip it like Silentó
How many man been chased
Caught, cheffed, shot, bloodied?
Bare Ribena on the opp block
Spill mans juice then the whole place flooded
Like the bottom of my shoes are red
And these ones ain't even studded
Get man down and forget about it
RV don't like to hold grudges
When shh got away I was gutted
Cah all he does is give verbal
Two shanks and a red bandana
Like Raphael in Ninja Turtles
Ching, splash, poke a man
Try do that nigga like Squirtle
Govs put me on basic and took my TV
Felt like my cell got burgled
They act like they don't know
How black blade taste, they know
Them 9 boys love to start singing
They do it like Beyoncé sung Halo
I spent most of my life in a bando
Opp block, feds came when I ain't home
Still gotta make sure there's no
Evidence on this phone
I don't know nuttin' 'bout weave
I'm tryna put inches in his dome
Them man don't score, they just hit the post
Them man shit, they're internet trolls
Put my Rambo through grub and opps
Did it on both
Got nicked for intent to supply and I
Still went and did it on soc'