Текст песни Free C Roy - K-Trap

Handz Beatz, on the slap

G-go with a whistle, ain′t gonna make no noise
Shotgun's stuffed, two boys
Hammer and chisel, the pack′s destroyed
Another turns pack it's joy
M10 got a stutter, boy, uh
Yard dance with the uh-uh, wui

Can't wait ′til they free C Roy
Hammer on me, just near my groin
I was at Steve′s, and he needed foil
Coke at the bottom, you see the oil
I was on the jet to IBZ
Same time, tryna get my man stretched
You gonna ride or step?
I think that he's fine with lead

A hundred racks in jewels
And you think I ain′t buyin' tools, you bumped your head
Hundred shells and a M way down
And it came from Manchester
Lyin′, step with the thingy
Had the gauge, retta, mizzy
That's a G, R in the M
And I felt like Post Diddy

Two plugs phone, said there′s brand new flake
Two different wraps of white
And I'm tryna compare them, ArrDee, Aitch
One's 37 and 38
Get me in the USA
I′m tryna link Drake and Dracs
It was me and Rose, tryna tape that road
Fast-forward, it′s me and Rose in tape

Magnum bottle of 42, watch all the birds appear
B22's, no Loubs
Bring my trainer, they said, "Wear shoes"
I ain′t got a point to prove
But they make me feel like I do
Might put the waps, and crash on the 'Gram
And post a pic, mood

Nah I′m lyin', them man just tired
Skengs are worthless, all been fired
Preein′ the watches like the timin'
Louis head to toe, no stylist
Know they ain't like this
Weren′t overnight, I been out here grindin′
Didn't have Sky or Disney Channel
I still met Miley Cyrus

I got dirty, but I was the cleanest
I let them owe me, told them to keep it
I was inside when I got all this VS
They′re playin' with SIs
Think we can′t see it
I flew a USA baddie to Europe
Heard me talk, she wanna feel it
Stay in the villa, and give it a beatin'
Then go to the city, I′m feelin' like Grealish

You never did it, you never done it
You was online, but you never run it
Told you I really had lake in the cupboard
Feel to cry with these hundred onions
If I can't go, I′m sure I′ll fund them
Hate when it's summer, we come with the thunder
Yeah, I′m a rapper, really a hustler
And I'm a slapper, what′s that in my jumper?