What’s up Doc Exclusive – Ard Adz (feat. RM & Little Torment)
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[Ard Adz:] You’re shotting off your WhatsApp lost I’ve been eating carrots like What’s Up Doc? A bag on your coat, two bags on your Loubs But you’re sitting at the bus stop lost My £20 Bougs I remember those They had rips in the front and the tongue was torn My £12 jacket, I remember bro It was way too big but it kept me warm And I’m tired of these cunch spots I never slept, I used to hunt shots I was stepping out in Dunlop I grew up on knife crime and gun shots Mummy thinks her son’s lost, real life My brudda’s crop dropped twice Now he’s rolling in a drop-top iced Man talk greaze Until the pump make you hopscotch nice like From an infant Learned to use my instincts Like for instance Shit’s not distant Me, my ting, my knife, always stay in sync Now let that shit sink in I don’t do this four door, 4×4, four draw bullshit Me and Heat, two door, black car, full clip I don’t do this four door, 4×4 bullshit Me and Heat, two door, black car, full clip
[Little Torment:] Mama raised a killer and I’m pissed it went this way Smoking on that reefer helped them demons go away Rolling with my heater hoping this can keep me safe I’ll kill for my nigga P, we played the hood like [?] I swear my life changed on that day I got that brick and flake I knew that day would change upon me looking at the stakes All my people eating good and they ain’t got no steak, yo I can’t wait to leave the hood cause I can feel the hate, yo She just wanna fuck me cause she know my paper straight, woah People do the most, act like it’s love it’s really hate, woah ‘Rally wanna catch me with that pole I’ve gotta stay low I can’t be an angel, they’ll be shooting at my halo So many times I’ve got it cracking on the main roads Let that smoke off and now we’re trapping in the same clothes It looks good when it’s not my nigga [?] coke But wallahi he’s in the dock, tell them fucking jokes Cold world, don’t be thinking niggas won’t tell Cause they will, haters hate it when it’s going well 4×4’s, four doors, hitting all these sales Still smile up in your face like all is well
[RM:] Never been a follower I’ve always been a leader My darg’s stressed out so he’s smoking on the ‘Nesia My uncle got cancer and I seen him have a seizure We lit candles cause we had nothing on the metre No electric so we had to light candles Man I’ll make the steel beat like the guy Banglez I’m a gorilla in the flesh, leave a guy mangled She ain’t got a big batty that’s the side angle Gordon, chef man before they chef mine I was screaming free my cousin Remtrex ten times On holiday I’m thinking of my next flight Fake G’s love banging through the websites Skrr skrr, bang bang then I peel off Even though I sin Mum raised me with a clean heart No grades from school but I’m street smart Grew up in the city where they stab man and beat corn Me, Adz and Tormz that’s three armed men Undercover feds trying to clock my VRN I can’t sleep cause I ain’t got three yards yet I love the fans cause they pay just to see RM YG wanna trap, now he’s on a charge Fuck security cause I’m my own bodyguard Speak through my actions, I don’t wanna talk And I’ll fend for my G’s they ain’t gotta ask