Potter Payper - Green District lyrics

Dior jeans with the rips in
And a bag that the TreyWay fit's in
You should do it,  two bottoms in the kitchen
Before the civil war we was all coexisting
Needles on the blocks, stairs
Lifts all pissed in
Two Rambo's and a dotty in the Citroen
Since they heard how they tried to pitch him
All them little yutes move different
But I'm still here with my
B's up to the grave
Real gangster like the boy Money Mitch
I was shaving shit before you
Even had a shave i wouldn't just behave and
Money I just crave
Big timepiece but I ain't Flavor Flav
Catch me at the show but
I ain't here to rave
Got your wife choosing
I ain't gotta run game
They'd do anything for fame except
Stay the fucking same
Be yourself, know yourself
You've gotta stay up in your lane
They did my boy back to yard
Now he's living like he's Wayne
Soon as I'm off licence
I'm jumping on a plane
Becah this rap shit makes 'em wanna try me
We grew up together
I don't know why you hate me slyly
Snakes still slithering but it's okay though
Cah these big slugs ain't slimy and
This grub gets bruk down lively
Knife work leaves the scene airy
Got 'em all wary
Fuck gyal, buss gun, everyting irie
Training Day trilogy's a real G's diary
Training Day trilogy's a real G's diary
How she wanna fuck and I
Don't know her name?
And this gun's just stuck with me
I don't know afraid
And these dottys and these
Spinners just throwaways
Six men in my bag like stowaways
When I taught that boy to whip it
He was so amazed and now he'd do it for me
Broad day on the mains
And this P stands for paper but
All I know is pain
You ever had a one-on-one and
Said "let's go again"?
In a shower full of killers
And the door's locked
I'm a silverback gorilla
Course I call shots
And yeah I know I rap, but I don't talk lots
Ain't nuttin British 'bout me
But this Bulldog
I'm Irish and I'm stylish
I just sauce dons
And I'm rolling with a cutlass like Winston
I've got a big batty ting from St Vincent
She put it in reverse, I leave her injured
Summer '21, I'm buying all the dingers
I say the word
That door's flying off the hinges
Before rap I got mine off syringes
And baseheads on crack coke binges
I've made girls put packs in their minges
She thinks I love her but
To me it's just business
Round here shit's dropping, I ain't hinting
Jailhouse, I'll chop him, I ain't flinching