Kalagala Ebwembe - Hugh Tracey

Ridin fo way in the center console Console Police jump behind me Hear this monster Monster Fucked up my sack I'm goin bonkers Bonkers They wanna rob us So we keep dem choppas Choppas I got too much drip I'm coming proper Proper Yo bitch all on me Ima Knock her Knock her Who am I To try to stop her Stop her She tryna spin the kid Like Helicopters Helicopters Feel like Jose Ridin wit this fo way Nigga i aint want cha bitch No way I'm sipping on red I'm sipping on yellow My shooters Get green lights Ok I'm shooting like Zach When I get the pack Nigga you know I keep 4k I fuck up that sack I get it right back Pockets grow back like rogaine I'm In the mall crashing Bitch tryna spend all her taxes Lean got me slow So im lagging Catch you Aint giving no passes Lil bitch Tryna nag me Want me to buy Titties and asses Oh think I'm one of them rappers Bitch i still got 2 trappers Bitch I pull up in raptors Bitch F150s and magnums My niggas get sr8ts And re tagg em We just keep going They flag us I fuck with Finessing lil bastard Just tryna Collect like the pastor Remember them days I aint have work I had to sell a geek plaster Tryna get parts Like im Napa We cooking fishscale Aint no macrol Phones throwaway Case they tap em Send a sell And I crack em Thirty eight five When I pack em Dont wanna pay it We crash em See detectectives roll pass us But they dont know Where we stash em Ridin fo way in the center console Console Police jump behind me Hear this monster Monster Fucked up my sack I'm goin bonkers Bonkers They wanna rob us So we keep dem choppas Choppas I got too much drip I'm coming proper Proper Yo bitch all on me Ima Knock her Knock her Who am I To try to stop her Stop her She tryna spin the kid Like Helicopters Helicopters Dis drip got me draped In thousand dollars garments I be Shannon sharpe bitch Step right over a hoe Like a spill on carpet I'm heartless These niggas all Cap Large Print Hunnids wit da large print I mean the large Ben I be stackin dead men I'm a mortician Niggas say they getting to it Iont see it Got me squinting Like I got poor vision I'm your bitch future Nigga Your Pippen Who am I To try to stop her She belong to the streets Eat dis dick Like a fuckin whopper I'm in love wit her cheeks I need Help Icebox Where my heart use to be I pray it never melt Look at these niggas Like Gronk How they running wit twelve Blew thru that Lil trump twelve Got my bitch Thumbing thru it Til she break her nails Peep the paper trail Ridin fo way in the center console Console Police jump behind me Hear this monster Monster Fucked up my sack I'm goin bonkers Bonkers They wanna rob us So we keep dem choppas Choppas I got too much drip I'm coming proper Proper Yo bitch all on me Ima Knock her Knock her Who am I To try to stop her Stop her She tryna spin the kid Like Helicopters Helicopters

Let's go, yeah If you get my number, then don't hit me on no dumb shit We on demon time, my little hitters make the pump click I been anxious lately, let me hit two on my blunt quick I leave Novikov and all these yatties wanna come with I run this London town, got smoke, we double down And we ain't runnin' into trouble, we bring trouble 'round I smash the radio, my ragers underground I keep my shooters cool and hold my mother down I just heard Drake spit this flow like yesterday, it's crazy (Drizzy) Tax man on my back, he see my figures gettin' hazy When I go Selfridges the gyaldem treat me, I'm Swayze I walk in, tape my off shore, AP rosé goin' brazy (bling, bow) My drink is super strong, I'm blessed, I can't be wrong (I can't) And now my niggas rap, I'm learning all their songs (that's true) We got glizzy close, you think I'm lyin' too (I'm not) When I'm outside, approach, my broski flying, too AJ Tracey's such a dickhead, all he do is boast (why's that?) He been getting drunk like everyday, he raise a toast (facts) I just wanted selfies, but I couldn't get in close (why?) When his niggas pull up, I swear them boys do the most If you get my number, then don't hit me on no dumb shit We on demon time, my little hitters make the pump click I been anxious lately, let me hit two on my blunt quick I leave Novikov and all these yatties wanna come with I run this London town, got smoke, we double down And we ain't runnin' into trouble, we bring trouble 'round I smash the radio, my ragers underground I keep my shooters cool and hold my mother down The way I flex is different, I got so much confidence I shot 1942 and fuck the consequence (woo) When I reach levels that I want, they'll build me monuments And don't ask me what licks I hit, 'cause there's no documents This Balenciaga all over my cotton knit ('Lenci) I don't panic, when we hit the club we got the stick (we got it) Five top tens ago my people asked me, "Where's the hit?" Now every quarter I drop songs that could've won a BRIT I smell like oud, babe, you know this one's Saudi I'm in 1OAK gangin', locals know I'm clouty (yeah) I'm recession proof, I'll run it up, so please don't doubt me Rolex said they're getting new gems set in, so they'll shout me If you get my number, then don't hit me on no dumb shit We on demon time, my little hitters make the pump click I been anxious lately, let me hit two on my blunt quick I leave Novikov and all these yatties wanna come with I run this London town, got smoke, we double down And we ain't runnin' into trouble, we bring trouble 'round I smash the radio, my ragers underground I keep my shooters cool and hold my mother down Remedee, Remedee, Remedee, Remedee, Remedee