Testers Lyrics

Went from getting shorted to the plug chucking me extras

Used to have to go pick up now he drops me testers

Flipping a pack day of, yours sits 'til it festers

These vacs make the whole house smell like textas

I grew a business mind now I put the team on

Get that money together then go and get those Ps gone

Thousand pack of 2-CB bics those'll make your world neon

White Merc, full boot, in a park in Keon

White Merc, full boot, in a park in Keon

I've been spitting up black spit in the shower

Forgot what mattered, stared at the floor for an hour

Barrel in your mouth, metallic and sour

Got ethernet connects like a router

I'm stacking paper while I'm fried but never fucking up the count

Preston, north north, cunts know where I'm around

Send them to my YGs if they're after a small amount

And I collect those finders fees as soon as there's a drought

I can only real rap

Cause I really did six figures off the trap

Get back on the pipe and open up your scabs

No cunt knows my name but I tell them Trav

I rip and bag the shit, I don't touch the shit

I flip and tax the shit, I run out of zips

Boxes, boxes, boxes, shit, I swear I love the flips

Such is life, but I know I won't get nicked

Yeah bra, come pick up in the hotty

Known me for years, no names 'cause cunts snitch

Phone the plug, 2k for a shotty

He'll stick with that spike that he knows cuts kids

Cunts in my DM after Qs and shit

They keep hitting me, can't see what the fuss is

Block them fucks, I'm not tryna see the Ds rush in

I've already exposed enough shit