Текст песни Cabriolet - August.III

I step in the scene
Know I'm from Leeds
Yeah they all know where to find me
Ain't no one outrun me
In the thirteen
Got my brothers behind me

I'm walking the walk
Talking talking
I put your chick in Dior
I skrrr then I'm off
I never stop you know

You know it's straight to the top
She loving the way I roll
In the cabriolet drop low
She liking the face two tone
Stay ahead of the race I know
Got better things on my mind
Bare tings on my line
I ain't really into the chit for the chat
I just whip it then I'm on my grind

I've been getting way too silly with it
All the gyall wanna fiddle with it
I be getting money like I'm Diddy with it
I be in that Tom Ford while these man Tom riddled with it
She be getting giddy tell her meet me in the middle with it
Posted on the block got Ciroq with the ice
Dodging all the snakes and scandals snitch
Like Randal's tryna get a piece of the pie

Tryna get a piece of my life
I just want piece of my mid
Rest in piece to the lies
Ain't no weak on my side
Ain't no beef with my guys
I creep through the night

Ahamdulla
I'm tryna live my life
Ahamdulla
Thank for these lies
Now I be hella wise
I just met a sweet one from south
She been holding it down

I told her come north come Leeds I be getting this p
I've been getting those pounds
Said she ain't never been to my town
But the back so round
She know ain't really into the clout
I'm just into the clouds
I got packs of the loud
Sippin on that Henny got the goose got the goose
And the Mandem and bros all besides me
I can see the gyal making moves cause they
Know how we roll up in VIP
She be getting loose in the skin tight jeans

Uhh you don't know about me
Different day but the same routine know
I just stick to the grind 0113
Man have got the sweet sweet
Man have got the sweet sweet
Man have got the sweetest flavour
Gyall on repeat, gyally repeat all through the week
Week saying young three be the greatest

'Cause man have got the sweet sweet
Man have got the got the sweet sweet
Man have got the sweetest flavours
No time for the weak weak
Swipe and delete delete
Got no time for the haters

I step in the scene
Know I'm from Leeds
Yeah they all know where to find me
Ain't no one outrun me
In the thirteen
Got my brothers behind me

I'm walking the walk
Talking talking
I put your chick in Dior
I skrrr then I'm off
I never stop you know

You know it's straight to the top
She loving the way I roll
In the cabriolet drop low
She liking the face two tone
Stay ahead of the race I know
Got better things on my mind
Bare tings on my line
I ain't really into the chit for the chat
I just whip it then I'm on my grind