Lyrics This a Knife - BOY $COUT GATSBY

Pull up on your boy like, "That not a knife", yeah
This a knife, yeah, this a knife, yeah
Dundee with my shit but keep it quiet, yeah
Dundee with my shit but keep it quiet

If she bad, that ma type
Tip my Rickey in my Sprite
'Till I'm sick-y, 'til I'm high
'Till my mind feel like a kite, yeah, yeah
'Till my mind be feeling right, yeah, yeah

I ain't fight fair, jump out wit' like twenty goons, we kangaroo

Keep it tucked inside my pouch, I'm coming for your loot

I ain't ever need to pull, I ain't ever need to shoot

Put some iron in your ribs and get my bag then hit the route

If the coppers gimme chase, they gonna kill me on pursuit

Mix my molly with some poison, make my money from dilute

I ain't think about the consequence, my brain does not compute

I'm just trying change my continent and get myself a view

Who play like this, play like me, do this shit, I get the dream

They gonna bring it back and wish they had it when I'm finally there

They don't really know me, they don't really wanna fucking care

Every single moment that I make it, then they want it there

Like, oh no, I cannot play
Went away, made my money, you still counting your change
I remember younger days when we was tagging up trains
Now my luggage all tagged, then I'm flying on planes like-

Pull up on your boy like, "That not a knife," yeah
This a knife, yeah, this a knife, yeah
Dundee with my shit but keep it quiet, yeah
Dundee with my shit bud keep it quiet

If she bad, that's my type
Tip my Rickey in my Sprite
'Til I'm sick-y 'til I'm high
'Till my mind feel like a kite, yeah, yeah
'Till my mind be feeling right, yeah, yeah

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