Numbers (feat. Scrooge McDuff, Mucky & Yung Reeks) E

Trilling. Been trilling. Bruce on the beat. Shout out and the Buttons. TGB. RG. Free the fucking lot. A hundred times. Yo. Stuck in the matrix, I'm Neo. Get a whole one and split it in two. I wish all my friends had they freedom. Screaming free them don't mean they can move. I do this for all of my people. B-b-black or white, all of us equal. I got five and it came with my loonies. Slide down on your beans like I'm Seagull. They come for the fix. Trap first, then I Come with the hits. No, I weren't running through The six. I was hiding in the fire, running Through the bricks. My bitch is an eight. Would've been nine, but She know too much snakes. Put the ten on Your estate, let it shake. Seven eleven, young bulls moving weight. Give a fuck about twelve. Still, still got them joints in the shelves. You get no points on the nails. I used to be normal, I jumped off the Rails. My mixtape the track you don't skip, 'cause I jump off the track and it flip. We get it. Like packing the zip, stuff my Machine with the fattest of clips. My phone doing numbers. My phone doing bits. My phone doing loads. I'm the mechanic, they phone me for bits. My blower just blowing. I can't even kip. We get it. All over, then bring it back to the bits. Now watch me say it. My blower just blowing, It's blowing, it's blowing. My blower just blowing. Yeah, my blower just blowing. My phone doing numbers, my phone doing bits. My blower just blowing. We get it. Might blow up to bits. My blower just blowing, It's blowing. My phone doing numbers and bits. Waving the ghost. Waving the ship, yeah, I'm Davy. Yeah. Jones play with keys like pianos. Trust me. Leave a boy's state TGI. What? If you ever try Jack Daniels. Stupid. I came through with the pitbulls. These ain't no cocker spaniels. Spaniels. Teeth got more than a pit full. All my niggas ride like camel. Okay. And get dough on a rainy day. Yeah. Same today. Birds on my block like in Training day. Flavour the ghost. Stay away. Told my young'un hold the ting and Aim away. Staying away. In war we had to shoot with the fade Away. Pop. Had the phone doing numbers in the TT. Skrr. I've always had the need for speed like The P3. Yeah. Pops told me slow it down if you Wanna be free. Okay. Either way, I'm staying alive like the Bee Gees. My phone doing numbers. My phone doing bits. My phone doing loads. I'm the mechanic, they phone me for bits. My blower just blowing. I can't even kip. We get it. All over, then bring it back to the bits. Now say it. My blower just blowing, it's blowing, It's blowing. My blower just blowing. Yeah, my blower just blowing. My phone numbers, my phone doing bits. My blower just blowing. Ayy. We get it. Might blow up to bits. Bits. My blower just blowing, it's My phone doing Numbers and bits. Skrr. King of the castle. Hey. Bringing the parcels. Boy. Moving like arson. Hey. Controlling the arsenal. Arsenal. Controlling the game. Game. The pounds in my palms still. Skrr. Smoke, smoke. Bow, bow. Turn a man into charcoal. Charcoal. The mandem just arseholes. Arsehole. The mandem ain't simple. Hey. The mandem give dimples. Hey. The mandem move food. Yeah. The mandem are waitresses. Yeah. The mandem are stowaways. Yeah, yeah. The mandem got cake up. Yeah. The mandem got real dough. Real dough. man is too real though. Real. The mandem got Play-Doh. Play-Doh. I got the Wi-Fi, snitches got cable. Cable. Food on the menu, bread on the table. My phone doing numbers. My phone doing bits. My phone doing loads. I'm the mechanic, they phone me for bits. My blower just blowing. I can't even kip. We get it. All over, then bring it back to the bits. Now say it. My blower just blowing, it's blowing. My blower just blowing. Yeah, my blower just Blowing. My phone doing numbers, my doing bits. My blower just blowing. We get it. Might blow up to bits. My blower just blowing, It's blowing. My phone doing numbers and bits. On a back road. Me and SK. Skrr. Plus could've done. Man a, man a active, no wordplay. Break that pack and that's a job paid. On a track line going one way. I built a trap phone in like one day. Oh, fuck. Squeeze came out of the can. We dropped that food, had it gone, mate. And beef ain't part of the plan. But I back that chain, have a long face. Trap phone doing numbers. Look, my lady's a queen, my goons are official One hundred. They fall in the rain, we work in the Sleet and the thunder. You start at the back, you rise from the Bottom, it's hunger. We started with nothing and now we got something, I love that. Niggas owing me P's, they see me in breeze, Man, I love that. Tell them run fat. My phone doing numbers. My phone doing bits. My phone doing loads. I'm the mechanic, they phone me for bits. My blower just blowing. I can't even kip. We get it. All over, then bring it back to the bits. Now say it. My blower just blowing, it's blowing. My blower just blowing. Yeah, my blower just Blowing. My phone doing numbers, my phone doing Bits. My blower just blowing. We get it. Might blow up to bits. My blower just blowing, It's blowing. My phone doing numbers and bits.