CORRECT LYRICS

Lyrics : Hoods Hottest

Brrrrrr
Mmmm
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All them cold nights sitting in the trap
Stacking for the spinner with the flikky on my lap
Had to whip it with the mag to turn the whips to Digi Dash
Got me flying OT and rags just so I can flip a pack
Young n***as living fast
Ga**ed cos they did the dash
White when I flick my ash
Do a mazzaleen to bring my n***a back
All them cold nights in the trap
Why you think I'm in a mask?
I've been to hell and back
Seen hella cats
Pushed hella crack
Jack me? never that
I bet I make the semi slap, boom
But if I jacked you darg then you won't get it back
Need big whips now Teddy where the hemmies at
Run up in spots like show me where the reddies at
I'm going Trevor mad
Black suit, Men in Black
I need a half a mil stack
Looking like I push crack
Like, Mike I'm a dad
Five years from now, trap suits remember that
Middle of December going mad
Tryna fill a bag
'member being stuck on tag
'member doing push-ups in a dutty pad
Always been money mad
I've been jail two times for the love of bands
I see them n***as getting ga**ed off a couple grand
I've got some other plans
Stack it up in rubber bands
I do the milly rock on any block n***a and the money dance
So shout out my hitters in Spain and my killers in France
I got drillers in the yard and I got hitters in the dam
Though we tapped em with hitters and we land
Only lions and gorillas in the gang
I got a milli in the plan
But for now I'm putting Whitney in the pan
Been a minute since I visited the fam
But I'm really getting busy with the vision and the plan
For all them long days in my cell
Can't you see I've been to hell
Must have been the karma for the things I sell
Meekz Manny bet the name rings a bell
Flippin' hell
Free my n***as off the prison shelf
They're either trapping or robbing but I just wish them well
I see them olders throw their dreams down the wishing well
If you're hitting fiends on my block then don't miss a cell
Lost a couple homies make me want to hit the relf
When Deezy died the block lost it
So when them blockers lost Migs I could relate that's real sh*t
Gotta make it out quick
Show 'em how we live
I need labels and cribs that's why I'm saving up quids
It's got me blazing up spliffs with no cig
Could live fast and you can go quick
Prob'ly got to lose your homie just to know it's crazy how the time goes quick
And when I'm on my grind I make the line go sick
Th'mount of times I made a white O flip
Had me out in Brinsford for my white, Oh sh*t
Pull up on your b*t*h and make her bag the whole brick
Like, when I'm OT darg gotta stay focused
Couple kitties ran off with some pennies so we don't tick
End up burning gaffs down, leaving them homeless
Cah I'm round fiends with no teeth and bare smokers
Semi-autos and revolvers
Never show fear but show respect to my olders
Can't stop, won't stop
Grinding till the phone's off
Tryna break a whole box
Can't rest, won't rest
Grinding till the phone's dead
Tryna break a whole keg
Came along way from Heath Court and all that
Real n***as take that sh*t to the grave with em
Can't steal my shine like Fabian