The Bits Lyrics

Came from the bits we was just young kids,

still serving them packs,

don't do ticks (no),

Can't talk about beef cause the feds stay on my dick

Tryna get it in numerous ways trap F you know the ting,

Never been jail so I'm thanking god but my nigga got locked for a loaded spin,

Like free my niggas I miss my bredrin fresh home soon we aint counting seconds,

Started rapping when I was 11 and when I was 12 I moved to the 7,

Shooting off packs in my local town when I was 16 I was oh so reckless,

Yeah I'm a black yute can't wear a tracksuit put on a shirt for the blenders,

I Sat down and thought to myself how fuck did it get like this. Rap game been in a cockhold ever since cench went 6 for 6, jumped off road and jumped i in the music ting but I can never go legit ,not 1 man from my ends have blown guess I gotta break that curse for the bits,

Bad gyal she twerking her hips on the dance floor playing then Brando hits,

I like when the good girls acting bad cause she don't even know what a Bando is,

Bro got a bando trick he can turn that 1 into 2,

Bad gyal call me for the dick when it comes to the dates she's bothering you,

Don't get it twisted I splash on my babes all day she can get whatever she need,

She can have my 16 digits my expiry and my cvc, stuck to her heart like PVC, I own the usna no PCP,

Come to the hotel room make a movie on the blue ray like DVD,

Only time can tell, till them boy realise them shot gun shells are bad for your health,

Bro got got metal on his waist no Gucci belt, this one might send you to heaven send you to hell,

Or I might get jiggy with your gyal,

She got the bumpa and that back got shelf,

She park it slowly baby back that well,

I put my coins all in her wishing well,

I'm out on the road can you wish me well,

like Oluwa please forgive,

She suck me with the sloppiest slop had to give that bad gyal a bib,

so wet she got that drip,

turn round give it a dig,