Different Sorts

[Intro]
M1onthebeat
M1onthebeat

[Verse 1: Headie One]
(Turn)
I see them man dasheen (turn, turn, turn, turn)
They always been talkers, see me in the flesh and it's always been Walters
It come like them boy there Ashley (told me turn)
I keep the skeng close like Roadman Shaq and Aznee (su su)
Come like I'm on the lurk for a boy band, the way that I search for them boys on the backstreet (One)
And what the fuck's rap (turn, turn)
When I'm still live in the T
Just last night I had to flush that pack (told me turn)
Now-now it's somewhere in the sea (aye)
I rip my 23's, rudeboy I can tell you 'bout doors and hinges (One)
CPS tryna get papers printed (One)
And still I NFA on these bitches (One)
Still en route, rags to riches (su, su, su, su)
Still fly out the ride, stick in my hand looking like I come to play cricket
Score these points still get round there, sawn-off joints (One)
Hold it steady, got both elbows locked, I'm poised (turn, turn, turn, turn)
Splash man's face, I anoint you (told me turn, told me turn)
Them 9 boys always been chatty, now I got old songs making up noise too
Still fold these twenties and I'm bagging up coins too (su su su su)
T-house settings, I still turn one into two (su)
I still turn one into two (su)

[Chorus: Dimzy]
Put my Jordans on and then zombie walk (walk)
Your whole gang got one wap, my niggas step out with different sorts (different)
Feds on my case for years, they want a man sitting in London courts (fuckery)
I wake up with the wildest thoughts, get money if I didn't then I'll do it by force (get money)
The corn in the mash got force, .44 kicks off like a pissed off horse (bow)
Wave wands like Harry and Snape, big stones and a wap it’s a serious sort (grrah)
They ain’t copping no waps, they’re tramps, they need financial support (tramps)
I put my life in my rhymes, now niggas wanna rap like me so I can’t endorse (67, gang, gang)

[Verse 2: Monkey]
Bang on them and just giggle, look and find a boy like a riddle
S&D, your life’s in a pickle (search and destroy)
Stick on the bike, riding man will take you out like a pickle
Gun smoke, squeeze the trigger, same way man squeeze up her nipple (yeah)
You ain’t putting work you’re a ginnal (ginnal)
Tooled up my ting tickled me, them fuck boys can’t get rid of me (nah)
Money coming, money coming in, them bad b’s wanna chill with me (mm mm)
Little hooker go and act your age, 'cause kway back you weren’t into me (mm mm)
Guns, money, guns, money, drugs, that’s the shit that I’m into b (yeah, yeah)
Lurking round with a half a b, and that Cardi B
Take risks that’s every day, 'cause every day the feds onto me (why)
Counting racks and she hit me up, I said right now bitch don’t bother me (nah)
You see them opp boys yeah they so bruck, if they would yeah they’d work for me (yeah they would)
Take-take risks and prosper, hand on heart
Them man there Usain when I’m up front like Costa (dash)
I thank God that I still eat lobster (come on)
Serious mobster (serious)
Still deep in the streets
Real life shit you can’t give me no Oscar (Oscar)

[Chorus: Dimzy]
Put my Jordans on and then zombie walk (walk)
Your whole gang got one wap, my niggas step out with different sorts (different)
Feds on my case for years, they want a man sitting in London courts (fuckery)
I wake up with the wildest thoughts, get money if I didn't then I'll do it by force (get money)
The corn in the mash got force, .44 kicks off like a pissed off horse (bow)
Wave wands like Harry and Snape, big stones and a wap it’s a serious sort (grrah)
They ain’t copping no waps they’re tramps, they need financial support (tramps)
I put my life in my rhymes, now niggas wanna rap like me so I can’t endorse

[Verse 3: Dimzy]
Jump out gang, my drillers still crashing off waps
.44 with big stones and a wap with a clip on the side, mad
OSG days was mad, big Rambo tryna search and attack
I was on snap in the trap, 2 packs up just me and my cat (cat)
I was on snap in the trap, 2 packs up just me and my cat (Steve)
You was in the party brassed, tryna go home with a thot that’s frass
And my broski just came home and he’s still putting things on stoves
Look at his D Squared clothes
My bro just stepped out cold, 67 pendant icy
Look at the gold on bro
Done skengs in trucks, now apparently everyone’s doing up skengs in trucks
Done .44s in a 4 door, now apparently they all got 40 one
We fuck up this music stuff, chilling on stage and stuff, whole career in my cup
Feds wanna lock my bros, but the war’s going on and my gang still shell it at stuff (grrah)
I’m tryna live my career, but the feds wanna stop and stare like stop right there (fuck feds)
Pull up on the opps with the 4s out like pause right there
My young niggas they don’t care, they’ll shave man straight in the face like he wants no beard (ching)
Smoking cookie and am, I don’t wanna smoke none of your weed man the smokes too weird

[Chorus: Dimzy]
Put my Jordans on and then zombie walk (walk)
Your whole gang got one wap, my niggas step out with different sorts (different)
Feds on my case for years, they want a man sitting in London courts (fuckery)
I wake up with the wildest thoughts, get money if I didn't then I'll do it by force (get money)
The corn in the mash got force, .44 kicks off like a pissed off horse (bow)
Wave wands like Harry and Snape, big stones and a wap it’s a serious sort (grrah)
They ain’t copping no waps they’re tramps, they need financial support (tramps)
I put my life in my rhymes, now niggas wanna rap like me so I can’t endorse (can't endorse)

[Outro]
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