I hear these fuckboys gossiping
These trap rappers real funny, Miss Joseline
'Cause they ain't never been where Potters been, exercise yard with a bag of man waffling
Front room, both bedrooms cropping in
Big buds looking green goblin
I'm just trying to get it like Cocky did
Breaking down parcel after parcel with my donny Diz
Came home dead broke, had to con his 6
Still ride for a belly like Ronnie Biggs
So high, head up in the clouds, head up on the couch, definitely aroused
Fuck her tushy ouch in french knickers and high heels
Titties look better when they're out
I don't need a dab of MD but all I seem to see is a bag of envy now
Everybody badder than me, I just want to get the cash and then leave
Road got me trapped I can't breath
Still gotta trap I can't sleep
Napping on the A13, on another expedition
Exercise all my demons, no exorcism
Double wraps clinging
Dope spot minging
Line still ringing
Me I ain't a loser, Charlie Sheen winning
They ain't got no shame, house rave pilling
[X2] I don't know what predicaments them man been in
