Sancho Lyrics

Yo

Oi

Look

Oi

Me I got P's in a bank bro

Trap out a doss ken, this int a bando

Breaking a key into half O's

Me and my G's come kick it like Sancho

Me I don't need no fans no

Me I got fiends, go bleep on a trap phone

Man chat loads when they at home

See em on' street, they ain't got no back bone

I be with the G's in a screeve and we picking up speed

Down a back road, smoking on fat cones

All we do is slang O's, stack loads

Smash hoes, bankroll's looking all mad bro

Got bitches on my line, got bitches on the side

Got bitches that'll blow you for a bag bro

I just pull up like qué onda vato?

Ya bitches just they ain't all that tho

Ya got bitches but them galdem jazzes

The mandem ran through them like Pele

Ain't nothing that a man could tell me

I do my own thing, them man are beggy

Got a couple gypsy boys there ready

Shout out Miley, L and Creddy

Shotgun shane put twenty on a fezzy

Can see the arse sag cause the weight to heavy

Woah, woah

Said the package so big that it slump down

Yeh I'm the hood tryna hunt pounds

Ya think I give a fuck bout ya bust down? Nope

Talking behind my back, got a hunch now

But they all gon' hush when I come round

Lil pussyo stuck at his mums house

Them boy there chat but them just fakers

I been and hit a lick in ages

You ain't ever had to go dash your trainers

Go and replace em'

Me I'm tryna stack these papers

But out on the roads man it's cold

If ya wanna stay safe then you gotta stay dangerous

Me I got P's in a bank bro

Trap out a doss ken, this ain't no bando

Breaking a key into half O's

Me and my G's come kick it like Sancho

Me I don't need no fans no

Me I got fiends, go bleep on a trap phone

Man chat loads when they at home

See em on' street, they ain't got no back bone

I be with the G's in a screeve and we picking up speed

Down a back road, smoking on fat cones

All we do is slang O's, stack loads

Smash hoes, bankroll's looking all mad bro

Got bitches on my line, got bitches on the side

Got bitches that'll blow you for a bag bro

I just pull up like qué onda vato?

Ya bitches just they ain't all that tho

Nah, the bitch ain't shit man I'd probably just dash that

How u man talking that greaze when you ain't on shit

Man you just get laughed at

Like how you gonna act bad, living at ya mams gaff, living off ya dads cash? Huh

Nah ya don't trap trap, you just wanna rap raps acting like a bad lad

But you ain't got one bone in ya back

Ya done told, you're a rat

Now the road's will know that

Aye, told my bro go and hold on to that

While I go to this lass, bust a load on her back like

Grip and hold on her ass, she be moaning and that while I roll up my grass

Tell a how to relax, going home to my pad

Then you know it's wrap like

I been feeling pretty lost in this fast life

Man of God but I've never been baptised

I be going off like a flat line

And when you hear that I dropped you know it's that time

Know it's that time

Got some mad rhymes

Got a mad mind

And I'm mad fly

And I heard you had a plan but it back fired

So you better say goodnight to the bad guy

So say goodnight to the bad guy