Shisha Smoke

[Intro]
Sebz Beats, baby

[Chorus]
Heard there's a motive, come we go (Now)
Pipes in the ride, no shisha smoke (Now)
Wind that window, air out bine, this corn gonna sing like Keyshia Cole (Bap, bap)
Told the mandem leave their phones
We put guys on Google Chrome (Khalas)
Let him run 'til he runs out of breath
Get close with the dotty and squeeze my pole (Baow)
Heard there's a motive, come we go
Pipes in the ride, no shisha smokе
Wind that window, air out bine, this corn gonna sing like Keyshia Colе
Told the mandem leave their phones
We put guys on Google Chrome (Finished)
Let him run 'til he runs out of breath
Get close with the dotty and squeeze my pole (Baow, baow)

[Verse 1]
Step in the five or two, me and GR (Anywhere)
We got waps all over the ends
I dare man try slide where we are (I dare them)
Spin-tings, shotguns, and PR's (Waps)
Get 'round with my rambo, eager
Dip that, twist that, push that deeper
I got bullets for nine millimetres
Now I'm tryna slap one and send him to Jesus (Khalas)
These new plate yutes are eediats (They're washed)
Stop giving man chat
We taped off Bracks, Bradley and Deighton
Backroad step, two rambos creeping (Creep)
He got bored and his bae was screaming (Dumb bitch)
Dumb bitch try swinging her bag
I chopped that slag and left there creasing (Hahahaha)

[Chorus]
Heard there's a motive, come we go (Now)
Pipes in the ride, no shisha smoke (Now)
Wind that window, air out bine, this corn gonna sing like Keyshia Cole (Bap, bap)
Told the mandem leave their phones
We put guys on Google Chrome (Khalas)
Let him run 'til he runs out of breath
Get close with the dotty and squeeze my pole

[Verse 2]
Squeeze it, squeeze it
I won't leave 'til somebody's grieving
Civilians screaming, "Leave him"
I just wanna leave him leaking
Get man down, chest shot, rip that out anyone that I see is a mad ting (Mad ting)
Shotgun's local and we got sprayers as well (Grrt)
Can't get that (Grrt), bring the hand ting (Bap)
T-shirt dampers, jump out, ruin the moment (Ruin)
Get the drop and we definitely rollin' (I'm back)
Give me the mash, show you how to load it
Headshot, pull up and smoke him (Baow)
Can't find him, they were doing a home vis (Let's go)
Don't hide inside (Nah)
Jump out, let that slap
Let the big G19 sky (Look), baow

[Chorus]
Heard there's a motive, come we go (Now)
Pipes in the ride, no shisha smoke (Now)
Wind that window, air out bine, this corn gonna sing like Keyshia Cole (Bap, bap)
Told the mandem leave their phones
We put guys on Google Chrome (Khalas)
Let him run 'til he runs out of breath
Get close with the dotty and squeeze my pole (Baow)
Heard there's a motive, come we go
Pipes in the ride, no shisha smoke
Wind that window, air out bine, this corn gonna sing like Keyshia Cole (Grap, bap)
Told the mandem leave their phones
We put guys on Google Chrome (Finished)
Let him run 'til he runs out of breath
Get close with the dotty and squeeze my pole (Baow, baow)