CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Wandsworth to Bullingdon
Nah, don't talk about prison, my n***as are full of them
I'll get you done up from Wandsworth to Bullingdon
I got some n***as on basic for bullying
He didn't see who stabbed him up, I hoodied him
No, I don't half-step, that's 'cause I'm fully in
Jail after jail had me feelin' I couldn't win
Now I might roll up on you in a Cullinan
Don't like the opps when my lungs—
No roller, we're taking the ped
Roll out, now a paigon all dead
They ain't come back, they're ravin' instead
The opps must be in heaven shakin' their head
And I come from a place it ain't safe to be fed
Where they try sell it, then take it instead
You're cuffin' them hoes, you're making arrests
She givin' me blows, she takin' a risk
You know me, I just keep it humble
This summer's cost me rondos
Real trap boy, I was on phone to Nosmonso
Yo, I was distributin' balls like Alonso (Turn up)
I can't believe I'm talkin' millions in these convos
Three car convoys fly like a Concorde (Suh-suh-suh-suh)
I can't see through these shades, they Tom Ford (Suh-suh-suh)
I used to feed the seagulls in Portland
Had a grey don shell V's like Jonjo
Nah, don't talk about prison, my n***as are full of them
I'll get you done up from Wandsworth to Bullingdon
I got some n***as on basic for bullying
He didn't see who stabbed him up, I hoodied him
No, I don't half-step, that's 'cause I'm fully in
Jail after jail had me feelin' I couldn't win
Now I might roll up on you in a Cullinan
Don't like the opps when my lungs are still full of them
Nah, don't talk about prison, my n***as are full of them
I'll get you done up from Wandsworth to Bullingdon
I got some n***as on basic for bullying
He didn't see who stabbed him up, I hoodied him
No, I don't half-step, that's 'cause I'm fully in
Jail after jail had me feelin' I couldn't win
Now I might roll up on you in a Cullinan
Don't like the opps when my lungs are still full of them
Gave him a one, but he wanted a quarter
New watch clear like a bottle of water
I got a spa in the building, so when the gang drillin', they pop in my sauna
Four and a baby's a popular order
Paid for the four, I might drop you the daughter
Slice up the opps, I get lots of them tortured
Then flew past some opps, I got lots of them awkward
Thameside visit or I bring the dully in
To sawn-off shotguns filled up with Duracell's
We catch the opps and then that's a news bulletin
Ever turned your white Air Force into Louboutins?
My batch old school, them n***as new to this (Suh-suh)
She told me she love how my Cuban sit
The games get faster and furious (One)
This sh*t got me feeling like Ludacris (Turn, turn, turn)
Nah, don't talk about prison, my n***as are full of them
I'll get you done up from Wandsworth to Bullingdon
I got some n***as on basic for bullying
He didn't see who stabbed him up, I hoodied him
No, I don't half-step, that's 'cause I'm fully in
Jail after jail had me feelin' I couldn't win
Now I might roll up on you in a Cullinan
Don't like the opps when my lungs are still full of them
Nah, don't talk about prison, my n***as are full of them
I'll get you done up from Wandsworth to Bullingdon
I got some n***as on basic for bullying
He didn't see who stabbed him up, I hoodied him
No, I don't half-step, that's 'cause I'm fully in
Jail after jail had me feelin' I couldn't win
Now I might roll up on you in a Cullinan
Don't like the opps when my lungs are still full of them
I'll get you done up from Wandsworth to Bullingdon
I got some n***as on basic for bullying
He didn't see who stabbed him up, I hoodied him
No, I don't half-step, that's 'cause I'm fully in
Jail after jail had me feelin' I couldn't win
Now I might roll up on you in a Cullinan
Don't like the opps when my lungs—
No roller, we're taking the ped
Roll out, now a paigon all dead
They ain't come back, they're ravin' instead
The opps must be in heaven shakin' their head
And I come from a place it ain't safe to be fed
Where they try sell it, then take it instead
You're cuffin' them hoes, you're making arrests
She givin' me blows, she takin' a risk
You know me, I just keep it humble
This summer's cost me rondos
Real trap boy, I was on phone to Nosmonso
Yo, I was distributin' balls like Alonso (Turn up)
I can't believe I'm talkin' millions in these convos
Three car convoys fly like a Concorde (Suh-suh-suh-suh)
I can't see through these shades, they Tom Ford (Suh-suh-suh)
I used to feed the seagulls in Portland
Had a grey don shell V's like Jonjo
Nah, don't talk about prison, my n***as are full of them
I'll get you done up from Wandsworth to Bullingdon
I got some n***as on basic for bullying
He didn't see who stabbed him up, I hoodied him
No, I don't half-step, that's 'cause I'm fully in
Jail after jail had me feelin' I couldn't win
Now I might roll up on you in a Cullinan
Don't like the opps when my lungs are still full of them
Nah, don't talk about prison, my n***as are full of them
I'll get you done up from Wandsworth to Bullingdon
I got some n***as on basic for bullying
He didn't see who stabbed him up, I hoodied him
No, I don't half-step, that's 'cause I'm fully in
Jail after jail had me feelin' I couldn't win
Now I might roll up on you in a Cullinan
Don't like the opps when my lungs are still full of them
Gave him a one, but he wanted a quarter
New watch clear like a bottle of water
I got a spa in the building, so when the gang drillin', they pop in my sauna
Four and a baby's a popular order
Paid for the four, I might drop you the daughter
Slice up the opps, I get lots of them tortured
Then flew past some opps, I got lots of them awkward
Thameside visit or I bring the dully in
To sawn-off shotguns filled up with Duracell's
We catch the opps and then that's a news bulletin
Ever turned your white Air Force into Louboutins?
My batch old school, them n***as new to this (Suh-suh)
She told me she love how my Cuban sit
The games get faster and furious (One)
This sh*t got me feeling like Ludacris (Turn, turn, turn)
Nah, don't talk about prison, my n***as are full of them
I'll get you done up from Wandsworth to Bullingdon
I got some n***as on basic for bullying
He didn't see who stabbed him up, I hoodied him
No, I don't half-step, that's 'cause I'm fully in
Jail after jail had me feelin' I couldn't win
Now I might roll up on you in a Cullinan
Don't like the opps when my lungs are still full of them
Nah, don't talk about prison, my n***as are full of them
I'll get you done up from Wandsworth to Bullingdon
I got some n***as on basic for bullying
He didn't see who stabbed him up, I hoodied him
No, I don't half-step, that's 'cause I'm fully in
Jail after jail had me feelin' I couldn't win
Now I might roll up on you in a Cullinan
Don't like the opps when my lungs are still full of them
