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(MH Beats) (Drill Kartel) Time is money, we don't do hagglin' I unveiled that ting from Sheath Had seven neeks all f**kin' staggerin' You can call me a Catford Judas Some might call me a Lewisham Anakin Who said that we just do music? Me, I got strips and bits I'm managin' I got more than a shank on me When I ride, I'm itchin' to blam man's face (Lucii mixed this, baby, haha) When I backed it live, I just see him ski-daddle He's on b*t*hin', snitchin', Randall Got me thinkin' that he ain't worth the ha**le But I still got 'round with a nuzzle Rise it, bang, leave him bamboozled Turn him to herbs, I ain't talkin' no basil So you know gang loadin' a brush 'Cah time is money, and we don't do no haggle Time is money, we don't do hagglin' I unveiled that ting from Sheath Had seven neeks all f**kin' staggerin' It's like, "Come here, you left your pride" When I give back shots, Tizzy ain't daggerin' I go skitz when I'm out on a glide Fix-It Felix won't stop hammerin' then I guess me and him are alike Four vets in a blacked out ride, two YG's follow us on a bike Try jump that fence, must think that he's Jordan He done left his bros like Mike Four got-got, he's the Jackson 5 Must be smart, man, he knows to hide I'm drivin' a car, bro holds the .9 N***a, if you get stopped then we holdin' time (Ayy, ayy) Backed it bait, and I saw man panickin' Vanishin', big ZK garn' damage him You call me a Catford Judas Some might call me a Lewisham Anakin Who said that we just do music? Me I got strips and bits I'm managin' But I can't say that I don't want payback Score me a goal with the pole, just bang it in Quickly, like the way they run Swiftly, I'ma aim this gun Pack on pressed, and it's got man stressed But opp block charged, the way they come So we keep it movin', four years in a ride, we're cruisin' Stayin' on point, man, I can't be snoozin' Why? He love chasin' fun Anyone K'D, don't get yourself yinged up Might get dead if I itch this finger I know my man, he's a patty, he was a baller, now, he's a sprinter I'm ga**ed that summer's done, beef gets pipin' hot in the winter Still tryna catch me another one, DJ Khaled or Master Splinter They play the game or get played I got lined up once by a b*t*h But I had my blade, and I made man skate I got more than a shank on me When I ride, I'm itchin' to blam man's face Wanna know what I'm on nowadays? Come see back then, two man, three days You should know that I'm sick with blades But I'm also quick to dry out that gauge 15 years old, caught AM case, I bust that lack 'cah the way I prayed 17, got bagged with a yank on me, yet again, Lucii got away Then I got bagged, kway out of YA Three shanks on me, I still bust that case Praised deep down, that's Satan ways The rambo's big, but the ZK's bigger You talk on net, some online fibber When I talk on a track, it's facts Work I've mashed on all of your breddas Step on your block, that's sauce on pavements Paigons, step out, I need them hammers I had a dream last night with demons Woke up angry and really felt better I don't know why they talk on Lucii All of my opps have run from my wetter Nobody's touched this Turkish fella So why do they still give verbal? Two of the paigons died this year, pack, hash, herbal Gimme the drop, I'll turn up quick That's me, YA tryna make man purple (Lucii mixed this, baby, haha)
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