$oulless - MIXED BARS 2

Oi
Aye
Eight man deep inna five man whip
Whos in the boot shotgun not
Oi its S
Oi Aye aye
Prolly take wheel coz I never stop
In the shop gon cop whatever bop

In mums whip
In da rear view tectives
And I'm with josh
They pulled up josh gave em' verbal
Put em' in der place like foster shops
I ain't got time to OT bop
And it ain't about cash and it ain't about cops
It's about them hands on da clock
Man they move too quick gotta move this drop

This bad b gon give that top
When I bust she stop and the box to the left
Still a diva but not for me
And I got options on deck
Money on my mind but it's followed by stress
Yo did y here what you fucking said
Money on my mind but it's followed by stress
Followed by death just gimme a breath
I chipped that cunt
And he took that deeply
Like my ex when she wanna come see me
But I ain't got time to do it weekly
It might end wid a L like TP
Might end up on da news on TV
Ever go broke phone bro for the CV
Smoke dis bud light up the CP
Coz I know kals just screaming free me

Free my bro like free my brudda
Nights get cold but the days get hotter
Praise the fake mock the real
Get too much hate coz I'm moving proper
Beats still bang and the speaker knocker
Mix on point imma beat dropper
Got the home stu right in the crib but it's all mobile make a beat in a chopper

My bro bro got a son
Now slim is up wid a baby calling
Uncle S move big wid his chest
Imma step up top now just to support em
My whole life confused to the max but now immastep ahead no stalling
My mindset was money girls drugs
But now it's just balling

If you fuck around got boys like liam
The bloke too quick wanna bet won't see him
Clay there posted steady preeing
ZBE came through dripped in szn
What the fuck now Rice is leaving
Gotta drop from tha opp let's meet him
Dr Dinos plugged wid da GPs
No more stress for the fucking beefing

Eight man deep in a five man whip
Who's in the boot shotgun not
Prolly take wheel coz I never stop
In da shop gon cop whatever bop
Repeat bars cant drop
Put it in the vault coz I might still hop
In the clash get spun like chop
Your a dog like chop for the franklins flop
DJ don't stop that
Fantasise on stage man I wanna just grow
Fuck off crowd so the stage get shutdown
But it ain't no skepta show
Man I gotta be smart might cut down swearing
Gotta get on da radio
Hold up can't do that
Fuck that still grow solo

Eye contact can't do that for too long man I seen too much through pain
If I don't trust kick back ain't on that
Trust issues might rot my brain
Cant be tammed I'm going insane
Something I can't explain
But I ain't no Lil Baby
Never needed no help in vain

Got shooters got fighters
Done all nighters
Got real riders
Got offsiders
Got insiders
Multi eight legs up like spiders
Girl stop ya whinning
Swear you don't listen
Open ur eyes and just
Fuck the girl can't trust
Sixteen weeks onna fucking trial

Sixteen weeks onna fucking trial

Written by:
Tahj Milne

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