「Lyrics」
DTG - See You Later
「Lyrics」
DTG - See You Later
Can’t stop so I plot everyday
Tryna own a yacht by the bay
Me and G put our mum’s in the grave
And it hurts everyday
I’m chillin’ with my,
Hat low, matcho
Trap phones, packs gold
Money in the bando
Slap O’s, cash flows
Racks come racks go
At home chillin’ with my
Hat low, matcho
Slap O’s, trap phones
Crack sold, packs go
I don’t need a bando
10 plate Peugeot
Skrrt like a Lambo
Man know (Bad, bad, bad, bad)
Man know
And I, come up from the gutter like a sewer rat
I won’t chill ‘till my pocket lookin’ Ruiz fat
I’m from where the [?] and the shooters go
Lay it off in DC I ain’t Wayne Rooney though
G we hard fellas
Really hustle through the summer and them harsh weathers
G a lot of man have folded but my heart never
Dark bolter, dark tints and a dark sweater
I want my Reebok Runners fuck your Margielas
Street kid I probably belong in the favelas
G I coulda got a job but I trap better
I don’t think that’s street smart they just rap clever
Jigga where my black leathers?
It’s D O N Strap I gotta win
I pray that god forgive me for my sins
Chasing Sterling like we’ll end up on the wing
I remember when we never had a thing
Chillin’ with my,
Hat low, matcho
Slap O’s, trap phones
Crack sold, packs go
I don’t need a bando
10 plate Peugeot
Skrrt like a Lambo
Man know (Bad, bad, bad, bad)
Man know
It’s a illness
They probably thought I’m Scottish how I kilt this
Real Bad Boy’s I told you we ain’t Will Smith
Hustle so I never have to have a meal skipped
And now these little kids wanna have a pic
Like I never turned white before hazard did
Like I never stuck the van with my savages
Told the driver “We just want the goods in the back of this”
And we can fist fight like we’re travellers
I go to war with my brother like Mufasa did
If my brother drop like Mufasa did
Chop chop I’ll be right back like Bissaka is
Tell me what the matter is
It’s D O N Strap I gotta win
I pray that god forgive me for my sins
I used to put the smelly in the cling
Im telling you we never had a thing
I’m chillin’ with my,
Hat low, matcho
Trap phones, packs gold
Money in the bando
Slap O’s, cash flows
Racks come racks go
At home chillin’ with my
Hat low, matcho
Slap O’s, trap phones
Crack sold, packs go
I don’t need a bando
10 plate Peugeot
Skrrt like a Lambo
Man know (Bad, bad, bad, bad)
Man know
My blocks crazier
Fuck with us then we leave you down under
You ain’t livin’ in Australia
My squads wavvier
Said they wanna play the Dons
then come and play with us
They don’t wanna play with us
DTG - See You Later, DTG - See You Later
DTG - See You Later, DTG - See You Later
DTG - See You Later, DTG - See You Later
DTG - See You Later, DTG - See You Later
DTG - See You Later, DTG - See You Later
DTG - See You Later, DTG - See You Later
DTG - See You Later, DTG - See You Later
DTG - See You Later, DTG - See You Later