Dollar 8 Bar – AJ Tracey (feat. Sketch, Jay Amo, Cess)
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Couple niggas do scams and they pop cards Slags holla for the roast, that’s a Pop Tart I’m on the grizzy full-time, I don’t stop-start Re-up on the ting, I got it up and hit the block hard And now I’m on my way to the party In a foreign whip with a Spanish little shawty Niggas got the wheel, drinking Bacardi In the back, bitch moving fast like a [?]
I’m kicking back with that Hennessy Licking shots at the bar like I’m Bellamy I was in the back of the blocks moving celery Now I’m at the front busting shots like I’m Cleverley Age thirteen, I was on it if it paid me Five years later, still trap in the rain G I haven’t seen a couple X-Rays lately I’m drop any man fam, Fellaini
And these days it’s evidently that I caught a buzz I’m looking down to hell but it’s deeper than I thought it was To the top, I pray to God I never drop Nightmares from the bottom, day-dreaming ’bout the top Uh, I’m really moving like a mo’fucker Going in raw, I forgot to bring my other rubber Lyrical renegade, sweet flow, [?] Money hungry niggas, why should you be sharing dinner plates?
I made that green flip Big wand, I could show her magic tricks Smoking on the ammi and it’s over-piff See I’m cooling in the cut with a couple nigs I’m crushing up this cheddar and it fucking stinks I still can pay my young G half a jib Loonie in the cut with a couple chicks FaceTime in my yard and I ain’t on vid
My thotty from North wanna see me But I said I can’t see her like Stevie She got mad, tried to throw a little tantrum So I laughed, sent a straight face on my BB My connect real British, that’s BT Sent a bitch home, no [?], that’s ET This nigga’s cow told her friends that I’m tasty I put it in her buns now I hardly wanna beef me
One strap, three akhs, two bricks Only trust the mandem from the block, who these new pricks? If I catch a nigga on the block I’ll be like ‘Who’s this?’ Slap a nigga with my shotty, that’ll leave him toothless I’m with MTP, we ain’t mainstream My Team Paid nigga, yeah we make P I’m licked off the ammi ’cause it’s piff weed Four bun then the room is like a chimney
See nothing ain’t the same no more I’m older now, I stand for myself, I’ve got a cause See this cake on the table, [?] I’m selfish for a reason, my nigga I’m making more You lost me there, when you asked me for a feature I should be in the studio with Loonz, not playing FIFA You see my nigga Jay, he’s moving all that ammo Every time I stop on the beat, I’m moving paro
See I get real smoky And I couldn’t link your girl cah she smoky And she fucked my whole team Cah I gave her some molly and some codeine See I’m smoking with my OG’s Sipping Grey Goose while I blow trees Devil in my boat from the amnes Twenty-one bells, I could take out your whole team