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Yeah Countin' up this bag is excitin' Yeah, I gave my mum some bags after night shifts Yeah, you're my brudda, you ain't gotta hide shit And your energy's kind of different, I can't vibe with you Might be sittin' next to you and there's no clue I'm on Southern Railway and I got some food I'm so used to winnin' now, I cannot lose See my favourite fiend today, I gave him twos In Chanel we goin' in, we buyin' twos One for me and one for sister, that's a mood Can't be spendin' on a woman, fuck your bag I got a talent man, I'm good with rubber bands Casually run through a hundred bags Feds wanna cuff me, I had bruises on my hands I don't know how they know I've been so ruthless, I had plans They blamin' all the shavings and bootings on the gang I'm countin' up this bag, it's so excitin' Latex so I can put my hands on all this Pyrex Foot down, put it in sports when I see sirens Both my past and my present has been violent I just left the corner store with rubber bands How can you try and tell me who I am? Get some cash and tie it on you, that's a plan Letras de cancionesI'm in Paris wearin' Alexander Wang, oh yeah Back in London, yeah, I got a chick in Wang That just set me back, yeah, a couple grand Stop at 'Dam and check the plug, that's how I am Got deliveries just loaded and they're stamped And they're stamped It's 3AM, yeah, I'm like a vamp' When I play COD, I do not camp In real life, I do not camp I shouted Sonia, then shouted Lamps I still provide for fans who need that TT white for fast Still, I need elastic bands, been makin' bankrolls from the bando I love the hustle and as far hustle can go I made a killin' off the fifty and a Zanco I might have to go on toilet, S.O., thank you These 'rales want me back, I started with a Q and climbed We ain't know they managed that This metal on me, I can't lack Still, I count up all my cash I just blinked and blew a stack, ohh, ohh I just left and blew a stack, ohh, ohh Head Huncho back-to-back I still bag it up in flats I'm still settin' traps for rats I'm still givin' food to cats And I don't mean no pussycat, no, no I don't mean no pussycats, no, no Yeah, they wanted Huncho blow off I'm get-gettin' packs for lows And we're gettin' packs for lows And I'm sellin' all the dro, ohh, ohh Get it for the low, ohh I still get it for the low, ohh, ohh Don't short on the pack, make sure Hahaha Hahaha, oh shit Don't come here with that [?] boy Huncholini the 1st From Letras Mania