Pak-Man & Shaker The Baker
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[Verse 1 - Pak-Man & Shaker]
Kilos and smoke, Pakachino the G.O.A.T
Me and my bro, I just reload and ghost
City like New Jack, I'm Nino with dope
Pull up with the new pack, it's cleaner than soap
Made a mixtape in a fortnight, pulled up in a Porsche right
Diamonds in my ring shining brighter than a torchlight
All this raw white, need a spot for these pies to rest
Giffgaff then Lyca then Giffgaff then Lyca next
Tryna flex, smoke weed on a private jet
Anytime the plug says "you want more?", reply with "yes"
Pigs never caught up, I was in Sports Plus
I went from a ringer to a tour bus
In the kitchen I had birds ready, dripping in Burberry
Trapping just to еarn readies, we be on the curb heavy
Me and Baker back-to-back, sophisticated gangster rap
I might cop a X6 Vantablack
[Verse 2 - Pak-Man]
If I pull up in a spaceship, gotta digital dash
If I pull up in a hoopty, got a stick and a stash
Got the gift of the gab, got a brick in the cab
Can't get sick of these bands, get rich with the gang
Gold Roleys, gold bottles
Attracting all these broke models
And these dick riders with no morals
All these clout chasers, it's outrageous
We're hustling South Asians
Your team looking washed and outdated
Me and Shaker, that's the tag-team
Stepped out mad clean, hood full of crack fiends
Getting money in my DNA, just bucked Flee and H
I need a hundred pounds just to eat a steak
I'm a flashy Paki, you know how I am
Turn a thousand grams to a house and land
Hella spaceships, tennis bracelets at the tennis game
Yachtmasters at the yacht party, kettle plain
[Verse 3 - Shaker]
You ain't on smoke, you're on low emissions
Me and Pak-Man, that's the coalition
Just put a brick in the bowl I'm whipping
And that bird came back like a homing pigeon
Still holding the torch, still burning fire
I put racks into lights and fertiliser
You little tramps couldn't earn a fiver
Keep slowing man down like a learner driver
Make tactical moves, I'm a tactician
Microwaves and a bed, call it trap living
Got me back in the kitchen, I'm crack whipping
Put the pack in the water, that's a baptism
You ain't getting rid of me till I'm dead and buried
I was trapping hard in my two-litre Chevy
Got my younger in the trap doing three for twenty
He just wants to shot crack and play FIFA 20