paroles de chanson Lightwork Freestyle - Tremz

Yah, yah
Yah, yah, yah, yah
Yozora
Yah

They want me nicked, they want me slammed
Fuckin′ snitch had me on remand
How you gonna rap on drill but don't do drills, you′re just a fan, yah
Hit that block with our kid, left it taped, put that on gang, yah
Put that on gang, on gang, on gang, on gang, put that on gang (Woo)

How's my man tryna chat my name? What a fuckin' victim
You haven′t even made no dough this year
And you look like a fuckin′ pigeon
Tremz a cheeky bastard, I'll have your ma just doin′ me dishes, yah
Just scrubbin' me dishes, scrubbin′ me dishes, scrubbin' me dishes

Probation got me movin′ nuts, ask them man how we froze
I coulda just lived at the gaff
But my man snitched, now everyone knows
Had to jog back to the whip to stash the thing, ask Pilot Jones (Ha)
The bros was tryna glide as well, had to tell 'em to leave it alone
They want me dead up
They want me done, I'm still alive, suck your mum (Ha)

I know that I could crush her, she wants to see my weapon an′ fumes
She said, "Who goes hard like Tremz?"
I said, "No one, you should know that"
He got shot on the shoulder
He should show you that with a throwback, look
Love me, love me not, it′s fuck the world, I've got my squad, yah
Step out in the trackies, he steal your bitch, put that on God, yah
Bust down watch was yours at ten, that′s mine by 12 o'clock
Love me, love me nots, love me, love me not, yah

I just banged your sister, now she braggin′, what a jezzy
I coulda tapped her mates as well
But I was too tired already (Serious)
And even though we fuck, I have to tell her that she's my g
Brand new wap from a O.T., old school just like auntie Ivy, look
I′m about war, not truce, look
My man there he used to be my brother
I wouldn't even call him Bruce (Nope)
Nah, I'm about action fiercely, put another Ket′ wig on the news
Step out in these Mallards, you couldn′t even live one day in my shoes
Nah (Stylish), no way, yah
I smoke cali by the pound, you'll get gunshot by the round
′Cause Scouse trappin', yeah, I made that shit, Tremzy by the sound
It′s homage how they pay me, boy, I'd rather that in pounds, yah
Pounds, pounds, pounds, pounds, pounds

They want me nicked, they want me slammed
Fuckin′ snitch got me on remand
How you gonna rap on drill but you don't do drills, you're just a fan, yah
Hit that block with our kid, left it taped, put that on gang, yah
Put that on gang, on gang, on gang
On gang, put that on gang (On gang)

How′s my man tryna chat my name? What a fuckin′ victim
You haven't even made no dough this year
And you look like a fuckin′ pigeon
Tremz a cheeky bastard
I'll have your ma just doin′ me dishes, yah (Nice)
Just scrubbin' me dishes, scrubbin′ me dishes, scrubbin' me dishes

Lifestyle of Scouse trapper, still hit licks even though I'm a rapper
Youse get ate like a turkish platter
Man had 14 in the slapper, slap it
Yah is the new ad-lib, madness, doin′ up badness
I′m just here for the money and badders
Money and badders, money and badders, yas

I love me a sweet one (Yeah), but I love me them hood ones too (True)
I step out in designer, fuck a step, I'll rag out too (Nice)
The bullets I got don′t fit the .38
And I'm stuck, don′t know what to do (Uh)
I'm back to the rusty shotty
Up-close chest shot, you know how we do, yah

Put your foot on the brake (Woo)
How′s the traphouse gettin' the raid?
We only just started today, cut the head off a snake
Someone's snitchin′ and waitin′ for Jakes
I swear this feels so fake (Yozora)
See how the diamonds buss out the bezels
These girls love me and me mates, yah
Slap it