Testo Mobsters

£100K for the plain Jane, different mechanism
Louis shades, six-seven-five, I got better vision
Bought a Competition, what I'd rather chauffeur driven
My nigga rang me for the scorps, told him "Hold a minute"
Gold tips but I like my bitch up in white ones
Dark world, sitting in the trap till the light's done
All real, made a quarter mill, took me five months
Lost it all, made it all again, didn't cry once
Plug talk, these are Colgates, not just Air Ones
Trap boy, walk into the T, five pairs up
Bare tops, got a few bars but there's bare tops
Opp block, got about five, that's our first stop
I need better wealth, gave them hot shells
Now it's soft shell yellowtail, yacht sipping '42
Copped the glizzy on a forty-two
Then we got a K, that's a naughty move
We just moving heavy weight, sell it straight
Fill the trolley but I seen my nigga do the pellet way
Grip the shotty, you ain't tried to do the manor pellet way
Better going MIA, you ain't getting NFA
Compact cost me £5K but it's featherweight
Spa day, in the steam room, need to meditate Narcos, doing dope deals in a hot tub
Bought her two heels, she was hot stuff
Sea view, eating seafood, bit of lobster
Red wine, eating spag bol with the mobsters
Hotel, talking to the link bout wholesale
Lost it all, made it all again, I'm like "Oh well"

Likkle bro just land road now he's straight again
"Welcome back, here's a care pack", gave him eight of them
Culinary skills, he's a fool with the catering
President, I'm just tryna make the trap great again
I see them tryna see what's in my hand boy
It's a BQ, niggas thought it was an Android
Niggas tried scheme on the G's but their plans void
One call, that's a car full, full of hand toys
Name another rap nigga had 'em landing
Switch on the lamp, what's the stamp, check the branding
She looking at the tee, thought it's Louis but it's Lanvin
I pulled up listening to ragga man, I'm random
Jugging at a high level, I can make the white treble
Kettle on my wrist fully rose, this ain't bimetal
Last six months, copped like five bezels
Told your bitch "Pattern with the G's, why settle?"

£100K for the plain Jane, different mechanism
Louis shades, six-seven-five, I got better vision
Bought a Competition, what I'd rather chauffeur driven
My nigga rang me for the scorps, told him "Hold a minute"
Gold tips but I like my bitch up in white ones
Dark world, sitting in the trap till the light's done
All real, made a quarter mill, took me five months
Lost it all, made it all again, didn't cry once