Tunde, Potter Payper - Back 2 Back lyrics

That's Chucks
Thought it was go time, like, from the jump
Emz Beats

I link T on my just rap, you can blow shit
Still think I'm Boston George on my blow shit
My boy's in a SVR, but he stole it
I flew past with my wap, told him hold it
Man keep talkin' my name, they keep trollin'
When they're more pussy than the
Pussyoles they roll with
Can't be pillow talkin' in these streets
I disown him (Yo)
Can't be talkin' about me, I kick doors in
(Check)

I link P on my jack jones in the morning
He was one up too 'cause we're
Staunch and they know this
My boys in a SRT, he didn't rent it
Took chase from the black bonnet


And he bent it
I flew past the back of the еstate
To go and pick him up
I sent Cappy round therе and told him
"Go and lift him up"
'Cause man keep chattin' man name
They keep cappin' it
But one, so now I keep it

I've been buying watches and guns
That's insurance
Runnin' this for ten years runnin'
That's endurance
I ain't worried bout nobody
They're all jokers
Like I ain't been steppin' with
Hammers and big boarers
Standin' on strip corners
Scammers and extorters
Came too far to be standing with informers
Talk 'bout the money and then
It just gets awkward
Talk 'bout the duppies and then
It just gets awkward again (Yo)

I've been buying crypto and pounds
That's investing buyin' great Cali and Cane
This ain't wrestling big dogs
Stepped on the steppers when we stepped in
Get money out of houses and lofts
It's interesting
I've been rollin' round with some farmers
But they ain't got shotties
Know some man that turned into
Nitties because they got bodies
Growin' like we're in the cartel
But we don't crop poppies
Clippin' off the noses of dog
Call it chopped rotties

For the judge and the jury
This is entertainment
You can't be lockin' up
Rappers for your entertainment
I paid tax three years
Never missed a payment
I'm from the mud, somehow I'm sophisticated
Might fly to a gallery and grip a painting
Used to sleep on floors
I don't need persuading
Now mummy got a CC purse with suede in
But bitch, I'd rather be rich than famous

'Cause bitch, I'd rather be rich than famous
Got stitched by the pigs and
It hit the papers snitch boys in the ends
Gotta ditch the haters
All rats must die with a suit from Slaters
Have you straight on the wing
Screamin' free the strikers
Mornin' soc' on the yard, burpees with lifers
Fifty pound for a bug head
You should see the prices
If you've never hit the block
Then you ain't seen a crisis