Headie One - GMD Lyrics

I told bro I'm itchin to ride, he said "yo, just take it easy"
I'll take that risk like CB, put man all over the TV
Still anyting shh get shh, dem man don't wanna see me
Make food disappear Houdini, now I got keys to the beamer like Beenie
Jeepers Creepers, Freddie and Jason through your speakers
Get round there in tracky and slides then run man down in their sneakers
Grim reapers, bet you don't resurrect like Jesus
Jeepers creepers, get rid of that yute like foetus

One for the money, two in the dots that's lost
Surprised that the gang's still free, now we still put new fours on the block
Fuck five-o, had me bang up at about six so I couldn't keep my eyes off the clock
Touch road and I took that risk, I sold seven Gs of rock
Eight times out of ten gang got it
Anyting shh get shh
Make man trip, spill, vomit
Shh got shh from the shh
[?] way lil bro, one lock it
Last night won that lat
Blood all over the bonnet
I had the whole block doin up moshpit

Guns, money and drugs
You already know, gang been doin up road
Bad Bs been throwin up Os
How can we be broke? If we rap white like K koke
Next few shows, we're gonna spend that money on smoke

Pochettino, tryna do G money like Nino
Ride man's ting, go light man's skin like he's albino
All black like emo, put 10 in the back, Coutinho
Out here getting paid in full, and I tell girls that my real name's Rico
They try mock me cos RV had a job like H boogie
Didn't come for me and play looksee
GBH showed prints from the crime scene, jury looked at me like "How could he?"
In, Fully, Big, Bully
Opps still chat on the net, I've been there day and night, Kid Cudi

Big man chatty and past the time
Palm of the skeng, when we go past the nine
Shh got chinged in the ride, he ran and couldn't make it past the line
Shh got chinged and snitched, I swear that he's still up in court and cryin
I see man doin a vid, still out tryna flex with ice
You coulda got smoked in your head, but you're like 35
When's the last time man's done a works, that's awkward
Man [?] won't free they're cautious, cus they know gang's all about scorin

Guns, money and drugs
You already know, gang been doin up road
Bad Bs been throwin up Os
How can we be broke? If we rap white like K koke
Next few shows, we're gonna spend that money on smoke