Mad Dog Morgan ft. Savage 182 Lyrics

I been selling windowpane for them red and gold windowpanes

Had my spine beaten down, but I bent it straight

My Gs pushing shit that put Johnny in an early grave

We're stacking for a rainy day

Are there people in the parked cars, paranoid, creeping

I know that this can't last, I don't live with a pipe dream

Is my phone getting tracked, running round packs, fuck it might be

Custys meeting the almighty

Full page, taped under Polo Blackwatch

Can't get my mind off thinking of fat wads

Today I already did like 20 cash swaps

If they raid, I'll have clean house before the flash pops

Did some opps find out where I stay

Swear that same car revved at me other day

If they run through, sledge in their back, put them in a brace

Grip and pull whatever if I feel like prey

Got sick of instigating, now I just play defence

If you sell at all, why the fuck would you sit on the fence

Jump in, stack and starve, use the trap to make a nest egg

Did it right, cashed out, now onto the next

I been selling windowpane for them red and gold windowpanes

You don't want us tapping on your window mate

Sav and I, late night plotting on magic

Take a trip, that's when we bury the hatchet

Meditate for this meal, got the mushrooms in the oven

Dry a keg down and get a couple onions

Some cunts crumbs, no stack, so they wanna try run off

They don't want this hollow tip tumour spreading in their stomach

I can have Asians in bushes, at your crib, just like a spider trench

Tools in their kit rorted from BCF, not Mitre 10

Tough cunts can back down, like I don't know where that fighter went

'Cause money on their head means I can get fire sent

Yeah, get fire sent

Back in day, I was a bullied little dickhead

All on Wickr, I fully earned my big head

For years, I thought about what those kids said

Now I got my stripes from selling that mint ket

Into the mind games, that's straight up business

Alone on road, how I kept my fitness

Hitting back custys, instead of texting my missus

Clubs go up when the boys take in two thousand pingers

Back in the day, I was jumping out of bushes with knives

Like give me your shit, just swallow your pride

Don't be a hero, I'll cut that yute right down to size

Opp pack and it's all mine

Smoking on bud, I'm a fiend for that

Saw that cunt try to peddle some grass, he used to talk that shit on the bus

They picked on me, 'cause I didn't have no Nike shoes

Run up, clock that prick in the face

Pick up the stash, I do the race

When I got home, I shaved my head and my face

Smoking cones with some friends, but they don't know who I really am

I've been to war in my ends

Warby trail, drunk lads walking home late

Get jumped for anything that they got

Hit the road like Mad Dog Morgan

I've been out here for some early mornings

When I run up you get no warning

Tryna stay out of the game, but every time I have a mood swing

I'm out there tryna make my own ends bleed

I wanna purge these boys like Stalin

Stalking my prey like tigers

I'm a survivor, I'll be the last on the island

Lil Savage done mileage

These days I'm staying quiet

Get the fuck out of my face, I don't wanna buy no promo post

Fuck this city, it's full of scum

Don't care if they bump my tunes or not

If sticks and stones won't break your bones then I'm swinging my sword like Romans did

Call me young Caesar, I'm puffing on reefer

I'm just a creature that dwells in the dark

Like 21 Savage I got no heart

Dipper on me and I aim for his heart, yeah