paroles de chanson Rivals - Headie One , Bandokay

Bandz
Brr, boi
Grr

Heard she want a shooter, a'ight, cool (facts)
I'ma put you on the 'Gram, go viral (yeah)
I'm in yard, hand gun with a rifle
Everything's dead if I say it's my call (brr, boi)
Bandz, jump out the ride, or I cycle (what else?)
Watch Marnz beat it like Michael
Four-four long nose bine full (a'ight), just for the rivals
I'm in Paris by the Eiffel

Catch corn if you run with the oppers (boi)
38, send him right to the doctors
I'm with nets by P shop
Let the glee pop, we don't like imposters
Yo, they got bradz in the can like fosters
Broadwater farm, that's gorillas and monsters
Killers and shotters, I like the noise from the dots
But the spinners a knockers

Yo, jump out, jump in, keep ducking feds
They all know how to use their fucking legs (they do)
Shawty, she's a mad gyal, I'ma mad man
All she wants is fucking sex (stress)
I'm in libs just spent five jibs
I'm done for the night, let's give it a fucking rest (or should I?)
Fuck opps, fuck cops, yeah, fuck the feds
Fuck y- and fuck the rest

Me and Akz, that's double trouble
Me and X in tape, that's a double bubble (X in tape)
No Insta' baddie can cuddle, cuddle
Sorry to burst your bubble, bubble (brr)
I'm on the line, wet man, puddle, puddle
Quiz it out, no puzzle, puzzle
Dig him up, dig him up (yeah, dig it up), shovel, shovel
I ain't beefing with Russ, who's Russel, Russel? (No)

Yo, wet him up, jook him up, stab him up
Hold him there, get his face, grab him up, wack him up
Took blood okay, get it back, back in blood
Back out the 32, man down, slap him up
Four-four, four-five, three-eight, three-two
Three corn in the woosh, skid round beat two (boi)
Creep through, nine double M gonna teach you
Fly out the back seat and boi, boi

Heard she want a shooter, a'ight, cool
I'ma put you on the 'Gram, go viral (oh, yeah)
I'm in yard, hand gun with a rifle
Everything's dead if I say it's my call (boi, boi)
Bandz, jump out the ride or I cycle
Watch Marnz beat it like Michael
Four-four long nose bine full, just for the rivals
I'm in Paris by the Eiffel

Heard she want a shooter, a'ight, cool (I do)
I'ma put you on the 'Gram, go viral (boi)
I'm in yard, hand gun with a rifle
Everything's dead if I say it's my call (facts)
Bandz, jump out the ride or I cycle (brr)
Watch Marnz beat it like Michael
Four-four long nose bine full, just for the rivals
I'm in Paris by the Eiffel

(One)
It's vital, gotta be mindful
Is this fuckery something you'll die for? (No)
Out 'til late, better open your eyeballs
Demons outside, looking for rivals
You'll see a laser
Then get followed by ten on a bike, I'm like the disciples
Ask yourself what you really outside for?
Can't be Spotify, Apple and Tidal

We was doing opp block, on a bicycle
Two marked X five's, but they ain't tribal
You'll see the opp boys try dip them
Try do them like Kasim and Drybones (and again, and again)
Induction, wing was insightful
Sweat box, coming like a urinal
Ask God for forgiveness
Had to lie on my hand on that bible

Kway back, it was three on three's on the sidewalk
Done too many cold nights on a Bando
Swear me and James had to bond, no skyfall
Two-fours, had my brolley on like broski (broski)
I was tryna scratch something like vinyls
To start off my glide from lido

Yo, wet him up, jook him up, stab him up
Hold him there, get his face, grab him up, wack him up
Took blood okay, get it back, back in blood
Back out the 32, man down, slap him up
Four-four, four-five, three-eight, three-two
Three corn in the woosh, skid 'round, beat two
Creep through, nine double M gonna teach you
Fly out the back seat and boi, boi

Heard she want a shooter, a'ight, cool (yeah)
I'ma put you on the 'Gram, go viral (oh, yeah)
I'm in yard, hand gun with a rifle
Everything's dead if I say it's my call (boi, boi)
Bandz, jump out the ride or I cycle
Watch Marnz beat it like Michael
Four-four long nose bine full, just for the rivals
I'm in Paris by the Eiffel