ROYAL RUMBLE

(Yo Luca where you at?)
[Verse 1: Ciel]
I know you boys you been making that minimum wage (yeah, yeah, yeah)
You ain’t been getting no money you ain’t getting paid (yeah, yeah, yeah)
And your girl she’s just a holler
Whipping it in the Impala
Been blowing up Laden Osama
Nowadays man wanna start doing drama
He don’t wanna start that talk don’t start it
Caught on the glide and we’re gonna go spark it
Pull up and get the valet just to park it
Dripping in Rick I ain't talking no [?]
All of these man be booting off toxins
In the kitchen whipping up a concoction
Family left me but I’m not mccowley callin
And that boy still wanna do that talking

[Verse 2: Bib Sama]
She think I’m in love
She can't see the ploy
Got 5,6 jawns
Already deployed
Action man figure, I'm built like a toy
When you stacking the figures, they think they can toy
She been wiggling, fiddling me
Nigga I'm that boy (uh,uh)
I could fuck on a stallion but I want Coi
Pussy so gushy, it feel like moin moin
Next pussy dry, it felt like some akara
Ghanaian bae, I might fly out to Accra
Pulling of wonders, I told her im proud of her
Dont get me wrong, don't mean that i'll prada her
Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh
Get out of it
Stepping on mains, I'm walking without a care
You see the frames, Baleci no Cartier

[Verse 3: CMillano]
I just got a call on the phone til the works complete I ain’t never going home
Had 3 bills stuffed in my CK coat and an iPhone filled up with digital dough
Still get paid even if I don’t show, having too much fun I don’t care if I blow
Shawty said she wanna do dates oh no, on bro I only do dates if my fees involved
I started that shit I’m amazed I’m amazed that I already know what I want
Walked to the counter with pounds in my sock
Eyes at the til so they know what I want
Thinking I’m holy I might just be wrong
True religion she put that on her top
Only submission I do is on distro, couldn’t care if your cold you ain’t him though
Spliff and a drink that’s a kimbo
I don’t do rap I make hits
Ain’t a father but I got some kids
Do a one set then dip
If I don’t make bands I’ll flip
At my show you stand or sit
Selling that crack like lucci
Couldn’t say where the bando is

[Verse 4: Coults]
Uh, uh, uh, uh, I already told you I’m bringing the cavalry (uh) I’m riding the whip and I’m
15 when I made me a whole lotta bands nah I ain’t a regular citizen
Luca just sent me some beats they come like a burger cause I’m flipping n grilling em
I just be out of my head
I just be out of my head
Do this shit all on my own then give me advice and it’s fuck what you said
I got me some bread and some cheddar
Said your good but I’m doing better
Take a pill and everything’s better
For the culture man I’m getting fed up

[Verse 5: YT]
And I just took an up put my head up
If the girl want a pic it’s a tenner
And I’m out in Chelsea like Kepa
5 star restaurant eating this up, Yeah we in a 5 star restaurant hotel somebody need to call Lester
The label just phoned me offered 100 bands, I told them I don’t need investors
And I got a model girl sending ‘Ay mister’
And she in the states I apply for an ESTA
I through balled a bad jawn to my broski like Iniesta
Silk on me this no polyester
I was just out in Greece on the back of a Vespa
Had to marry the game are there any objectors?
Just found a leng one studying my course pissed I shoulda been going to lectures

[Verse 6: Len]
30 millimetre bro need a 9 millimetre
Bro in the [?] tell the reaper
Shows get shelled and the hoes get sweep up
Bussdown bitch imma hold them things up
Just made a play in Czech Republic I turn it to Czech Slorakia
Started a war now your boys ain’t back at nah
Spanish girl, bad girl, ride me, Yamaha
Back it up
She show off for the camera
Baddest one
Len don’t deal with amateurs
I’m used to the cameras
I’m used to the bad girls they wanna fuck
Ever seen 25k in 20s my arm get heavy tryna count it all up
Every time I hit the stage them man realise they’re not me
Bad lil bitch she eating the vegetables, I’m eating the vag yeah properly
No more beans in the bag, I pop 3
Talking a play you can’t talk on the phone you gotta leave me on banana boat
I got a pack there looking like YT, I got a pack there looking like Coults
The labels don’t wanna sign me I give the scene a lil bit of hope
I got the trap boys selling that dope
I got a bad girl sniffing the coke
I got the industry on ropes, you know
I make it look easy but don’t believe that it’s easy
Put crack in the world on the curb put crack in a fucking MP3