CGM’s Rack5 returns with a cold April 2021 release, restating his claim to the UK drill game on slow, creeping 808s. Dissing opps and reminding the listeners of his blue flag status as a member of CGM, Rack5’s wordplay and rhyme makes for a beastly display of top form on this track.
[Intro]
(You know a lot of people ask us, how is C Dot funded, and where do you get your money from? The simple answer..)
(Rap boy stay talkin shit
Lemme really ask them what the fuck they did
Shawty wanna get lit lit
But lemme see red, and I'm spinnin' the whip)
(Rap boy stay talkin shit
Lemme really ask them what the fuck they did
Shawty wanna get lit lit
But lemme see red, and I'm spinnin' the whip)
[Verse 1]
Try send corn I'mma crash back
Jammed up, gotta recock
Then slap that
They do it for snap, not payback
Scratch that, they in the field for hashtags
I told you it's rap cap
Can't get his stat back
**** **** ***** little rat, rat
On thе 840 with my blue flag
Preein the block for the camp likе grandad
If I want him dead
I'mma pack that
OJ the bag, get it done, no contact
They're comin for corn chats
I'll leave their face on the tarmac, bet they ain't on that
Really on combat
What's on my mind?
I don't know, in jail man lost that
And I'm toxic, I need to stop that
I got my smoke
I'll pop that
Anything opp I'm on that
Right or wrong but I'm still tryna wrong man
Try play hangman with the wrong man
Now we finna make a opp pack twin
Pray for them, how we make them swim
This in for the win when I swing my ching
He's not on a fucking thing
Do you take him in when he talks on tings?
[Chorus]
Rap boy stay talkin shit
Lemme really ask them what the fuck they did
Shawty wanna get lit lit
But lemme see red, and I'm spinnin' the whip
Rap boy stay talkin shit
Lemme really ask them what the fuck they did
Shawty wanna get lit lit
But lemme see red, and I'm spinnin' the whip
Speed up
Gun finger when the Bs up
C's up, ying that into a seizure
Grim, reaper
Fill up and pop on a geezer
Don't freeze up
Wiz like Khalifa
Still finna pour out wok by liters
[Verse 2]
Got some cases that pend
I'm still getting shit from the CPS
Watching me like a GPS
They wanna see me dead
I'll smoke on **** til I meet him then
I'll smoke on opps
I breathe in death
It's lit if I grip this skeng
Cah I'll do it just like Dirty Dan
I'm back for a purge again
Ride out as soon as we purchase them
Shoulda put it in 3rd and left
Cah he's dead, and it's not even hurting them
(Inhale & exhale sound)
And their drill raps pretend
Cah I don't see nothing but nervous friends
I'm throwing up double Cs but I'm in a B2 like Birmingham
It makes perfect sense
All the opps clinked up
I was versus them
But are they learning yet?
Dons close, got popped like a percocet
(Blu-Blu)
Bluuwuu!
In his grave he's turning there
[Chorus]
Rap boy stay talkin shit
Lemme really ask them what the fuck they did
Shawty wanna get lit lit
But lemme see red, and I'm spinnin' the whip
Rap boy stay talkin shit
Lemme really ask them what the fuck they did
Shawty wanna get lit lit
But lemme see red, and I'm spinnin' the whip
Speed up
Gun finger when the Bs up
C's up, ying that into a seizure
Grim, reaper
Fill up and pop on a geezer
Don't freeze up
Wiz like Khalifa
Still finna pour out wok by liters