lirik lagu rm (uk) - on spot freestyle
[chorus]
yeah, it’s big rm, n~ggas know what i’m ’bout
four~fifty brake horse when i put my foot down
yeah, i step with real g’s, you can ask around town
try touch my chain, you’ll hear a gunshot sound
i remember back then when i never had a quid
now when i feel peckish i just fly s~xy fish
i could never do a podcast, chatting what i did
’cause the g~po might just run up in my crib
[verse]
i remember when i couldn’t even buy 110’s
spent a rack on my jeans and i don’t even rock them
rose gold root beer and the time ain’t set
seen money start coming and i lost a few friends
f~ck a fake friend, i’m tryna buy ten cribs
i remember when i had to keep a strap where i lived
’cause i kept seeing dodgy cars outside my crib
and it could be them punks that i robbed for their sh~t
anything that i done, n~ggas deserve it
if i see the pr~ck i shot, i’ma re~burn him
and i chop a crop down like a tree surgeon
i keep it m.o.b. but hoes keep lurking
i got too much ambition to be stuck in the hood
went jail and the real k!llers showed me love
never got cold feet when i took a few slugs
loaded my shotgun and sat by my opp’s drum
as a kid, i used to make eight draws from a q
now it’s top shelf cali when them pounds come through
got the same hypo in saloon and coupe
if the feds try spin it then you know i cut loose
i ain’t got no time to be sitting on a case
big watch on my wrist, £18k
n~ggas wearing datejust, i give that sh~t to my bae
cuz caught a body then he got nfa
i ain’t doing no collab with fake gangsters
sk turned bad boys into dancers
them man was in jail bunning black mambas
don’t make me call shh for the pump action
i just got some new shoes but i need more sweets
when the funk pops off, we don’t call the police
how you act like k!llers when you aim at my feet?
wallahi, i can’t run outta nine mill t~~th
[chorus]
yeah, it’s big rm, n~ggas know what i’m ’bout
four~fifty brake horse when i put my foot down
yeah, i step with real g’s, you can ask around town
try touch my chain, you’ll hear a gunshot sound
i remember back then when i never had a quid
now when i feel peckish i just fly s~xy fish
i could never do a podcast, chatting what i did
’cause the g~po might just run up in my crib
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