Blood – Ambush Buzzworl

Every day I count mine
My card don’t ever decline
Cause I got a thousand kats on my line
So if I went broke, I’d consign
And get right on back to my grind
Jakes try put the boy on rewind
But I’m fresh home back, it’s due time

Huh, tryna get dat back
Man relax, cah I need sacks
Man when you trap, cah I run up in tracks
Tek mans packs, you ain’t getting dat back
Me buck shots we was like 18
Had couple phones doing light 18
How you think the gold on my jewels 18?
Can’t believe the judge Moulz 18
Huh, still I push dat Katie
I push-push like prams no babies
Talk about 4 in the baby
Strait drop makes the feens go
Uhh-Uhh, you goin’ crazy
Seen ’em in the pub with Stacy ask Tracy
Say they keep the dirty dance and packs swazy
Dem manna lazy, my niggas crazy
I got mandem OT
Mandem OT wifing fat tings, whoo
Just to have a yard to keep the packs in, whoo
Man can’t tell me ’bout trappin’
Cah in and out Pak’s like black tings
Yo, and I got white big back tings
Yo, and I got black big breasts tings
Yo, manna got slim tings, thick tings
Uhh, but I really need dem bricks in
Yeah I’m cocaine Pyrex mixin’
Dat’s every day 3dem riskin’
Cah dem feens need a fix not a fixin
Cah dem feens need a

Yo, Peter I’m standing
I’m from Camden where crackheads are mandem
And, were doing robberies dem happen darg
You’ll lose your jewellery at random come past on a GTA grab it
All before you can say grab him or stop him
I know that your stressin’, it’s the home of the juggin and finessing
The don wasn’t paying attention and he lost his grub to his bredrin
Darg dis is a true story I’m telling
Now there beefing, we really got weapons
You would think that their grub was 11
It’s pushing a 7, EastEnders in Crescent
I’m talking who shot Phil shit
I’m talking red blue pill shit
Like Bobby caught Lucy, den Whitney got pilled
Nah donny got pilled for his Whitney
And dem manna jerk don for a 50
And dats £10 each do a dig me
5 man on the move, I’m the man on the move
I ain’t planning to lose
Italian on my shoes
Cause I spend grands on her food, ain’t no amateur
Had your gyal in the nude, I had to her stamina due (STAMINA)
Stamina due, manna come up of the 2 in the blue
And all my niggas are doing it too
Look at your girlfriend, she doing a crew
And she does it for us, she won’t do it for you
I can turn 1 into 2
Still tryna fuck with the crew
Must have been buning on food

Every day I count mine
My card don’t ever decline
Cause I got a thousand kats on my line
So if I went broke, I’d consign
And get right on back to my grind
Jakes try put the boy on rewind
But I’m fresh home back, it’s due time