Honda Civ

[Intro]
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K9, is that you, yeah?

[Verse 1]
I lost Lil P, he was close to me
We hit the high street and back of the block
Them man can't talk or chat on my don
'Cah over this side been battered a lot
Hit OT with pack of the rock
And made my ting pop like Jack In The Box
Pissed and mad I lost that pack
Hand me change, I'm flaggin' a shop
Polo G, they're cappin' a lot
We need a new dots, I'm stackin' a prof'
This big war, no flagging a cloth
So Blood or Crip, I'm banging it off
OT hot like tanning for long
We had to make racks off packets of dawg
Gun on my side or tropical vibe
I'll flog this nine for maximum prof'
In the bando with rapid amounts
And now the boy dem wan' tackle me down
Shout ST, put life in the T
One wrong sound, he's backin' it out
Where's my dad? I'm man of the house
I hit the T, I'm plannin' it out
The boy dem gay, want man on the ground
And take my skunk weed and batter me down
Wild, the armed X5 got hammers
The ANPR's tryna take my blood test
I took the train and tapped
Bro-bro took train when the plan got punctured
J said, "teeway, you're up next"
I the T way off the ends with the junk heads
I flung a six in Plumstead
Cats in the Astra pumping dubstep

[Chorus]
How the fuck does he manage?
Just weighing up pack and slanging
My bad browning still bagging
I stay with max, I'm Stacey Branning
The social side love chattings, chattings
Slip and predict what happens
I love my bro-bro 'nuff
So I told him "cut" but he kept on banging
And how the fuck does he manage
To rap 'bout trap and he got no quids?
New plug right but I rung them quick
Shit, I should've conned a brick
They said discount like scholarship
252 in the Honda Civ
In April love I was robbin' thick
With 252 in the Honda Civ

[Verse 2]
Can't slap on any random man
Trident fuck up the gangdem plan
No way I can believe them niggas
Man just buck up with man then prang
Fly this weight, Peter Pan
CID's 'round here cah the beaters bang
Told bro-bro, "just believe in man"
I hope my bro-bro just believe in man
Hit Soho with the softest yolo
Hit old bro with rust and bones
'014, bill up and dojo
And pray the popo don't buss this home
No, I never loved that pole
She beat one time and she had to go
Fuck, I'm pissed that she had to go
It's lucky she cheap like baccy though
I went and took a loss July
It's only September I made it even
Do your history check
We shifted revs from AM to evening
TB dead, can't believe it
Mum said, "son, I think you're still grieving"
But I hit O with the meanest puff
Like, "bro, go check on his breathing"
I went and took a loss July
And a man can't lie, I was moving lusting
I don't know nuttin' 'bout retail working, darling
I know 'bout hustling
I had the Bieber just in, no fifteen, mazzalina-
I'm Febrezing this T, I sleep in this T and this T disgusting

[Chorus]
How the fuck does he manage?
Just weighing up pack and slanging
My bad browning still bagging
I stay with max, I'm Stacey Branning
The social side love chattings, chattings
Slip and predict what happens
I love my bro-bro 'nuff
So I told him "cut" but he kept on banging
And how the fuck does he manage
To rap 'bout trap and he got no quids?
New plug right but I rung them quick
Shit, I should've conned a brick
They said discount like scholarship
252 in the Honda Civ
In April love I was robbin' thick
With 252 in the Honda Civ

[Outro]
K9, is that you yeah?
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