Lyrics

Yes, Chucks Look Segregation, 13 weeks (pissed) My neighbour doin' a protest Banging his door, won't let me sleep Still got my TEC and my E-45 (yeah), I ain't got my USB I'ma charge this when I get to the wing Hold up, gov's doin' AFC's (wow) I just chinged two youts now house block four I'm on house block two with the G's Know what you do on the one's and the two's It's a no-go zone in the three's Have you ever made paper off paper? (Ah) Like, what do you mean? My boy come through like 25 sheets (yeah) And it's all off a legal V (racks) Have you ever had to relocate 'Cause the gov told you that you been too naughty? Gotta refuse that direct order (no) Told bro, "I'ma be back shortly" (shortly) Unit five, let's S Road bop Know there's a yout that owes me guap Soon as I get there, shit's on top (bop) One-way trip to the block (yeah), yo Segregation, 13 weeks (pissed) My neighbour doin' a protest Banging his door, won't let me sleep (won't let me sleep) Still got my TEC and my E-45 (yeah), I ain't got no USB I'ma charge this when I get to the wing (wait) Hold up, gov's doin' AFC's Gov's wanna ship me out (out) I gotta go to Highpoint Know there's a yout that I met in hideout (yeah) I finesse a for a TEC at knife point (fuck him) Neck, back and chest When I shoot, don't aim for thyroid (no) If he's riding voluntary like it's quarantine, then it can't be my boy Watch how I get on that bus (yeah) Induction settings, soon as I get there, I buy a phone First thing, find out how much they're sellin' (woo) I need kush for my cerebellum Bang on the wall, I can smell that lemon Told my man he should pattern an eighth Thursday come, I'm gettin' a Z in (woo) Swing that phone out the window Nighttime come, put the SIM in the bedding Feds do a spin, no sweating I still got a couple of cases pending (yeah) Induction is gettin' long I'm tryna go unit three with my bredrin (trust) Heard there's an opp in education Morning freeflow, you know that I'm steppin' (yeah) Check me (Dutch) Segregation, 13 weeks (pissed) My neighbour doin' a protest Banging his door, won't let me sleep (boom, boom, boom, boom) Still got my TEC and my E-45 (yeah), I ain't got no USB I'ma charge this when I get to the wing Hold up, gov's doin' AFC's Gov's wanna ship me out (out) I gotta go to Highpoint Know there's a yout that I met in hideout (yeah) I finesse a for a TEC at knife point (ayy, chef that yout) Neck, back and chest When I shoot, don't aim for thyroid (no) If he's riding voluntary like it's quarantine, then it can't be my boy (yeah) Velli
Writer(s): Stephan Allen, Luke Honeywood, Conor Mulcahy Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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