Asco - Straight Drop X5 Lyrics

(You play too much)
Hmm, blatt
Fresh off a six year tour
One after the four
New leaf
Aye

They tried mash up man's life so you know it's only right
That I forward back ASAP and hit 'em with the five
Straight droppin' all this light, bait and poppin' all my life
Then them feds built a case and had me doin' up time
But I ain't never complain, I got killies doin' life
Real life, no lies, I been the truth the whole time
I was spittin' way back, tellin' them about the grind
Cah I really lived that and they ain't lived like I
I've been sayin' "I'm the truth" then got nicked for what I do
They had me sittin' in the cell, blowin' loud on the loo
I was sittin' in jail, had loud comin' through
Hella packs comin' too, gettin' hat from a screw
It's still Louis on my kicks, belt, jacket, hat too
These niggas all chatty but ain't chattin' what they do
And me, I'm really trappy, I move hella mad food
I washed up a three-six then put down seven-two
Cah it's only straight drop anytime it gets moved
It's TT on the bobs, they OD when they shoot
It's two hundred on my dash with some Cali in my zoot
And I'm flyin' upsuh with a baddie for the loot
And then we're flyin' straight back, big Rackhams in a coupe
That's sixty-five racks, I stack that in three moves
Then lost sixty-five racks with a couple keys too
And then I made it all back with a couple G moves
I got pinched when I was lit, sat down for a six
And all now they can't smell me off my eighteen drip
They tried f*ck a nigga's shit, I came back like, "F*ck this"
And f*cked the whole game up, now I'm on some f*cked shit
'Cause I ain't rockin' with them niggas, I ain't choppin' these bitches
Came home to my Mulli, this time bigger drip
And niggas pissed I ain't quittin', still got killies on drillin'
And my drilly in the kitchen just whipped up a chicken
Yeah, that trap's still kickin' and I rap for them figures
Had racks, now it's tickets, big facts when I spit it
Know a lion heart nigga with the brain of a pigeon
More time, he be trippin', they got him trapped in the system
Brightened up a nigga's day and made a baddie send him pictures
Thought that nigga was a G then found out he was a witness
See, this game's super vicious
Your mans and f*ckin' missus caught a case 'cause niggas snitchin'
And now I'm chillin' but I'm chillin' like a villain
On the landin' with the villains, the killers and the drillers
The trappers and the nappers, the robbers and the dealers
That's a five-man boat, probably mackerel and some spinners
And that's one man cheffin' up five man's dinners
And it's probably gettin' whipped in couple kettles and the stingers
And my akh that cheffed that's in jail for a clippings
It don't get no realer, I've always been a realers
I've always given facts, baby, never been a fibbers
These bad B's @ me, they know that I'm trappy
I got spots like acne and I'm straight outta Hackney
And nigga, I'm a street kid, I've slept where them fiends live
Then ran up in Harrods on a Tuesday with like three quid
Nigga, this how we live, I don't know about his ting but my ting's beatin'
The baddies wanna jeet me in the passy and she leakin'
For you she kinda decent but for me she want a threesome
I swear I nearly cried makin' Straight Drop 5
Can't believe I came home and Hypes ain't by my side
What a time to be alive
The Mulli back home litty, I was really outside
Had to pay a young price, ain't nuttin to a G man, free up all the guys
And death to all the rats
When I was in the can, first I heard I got crashed then I heard I got splashed
These times, I left out the jailhouse without a scratch
And now the boy back, back like Gucci
This straight drop crack like that shit that had Pookie
My trap's New Jack, why you think they call me Mulli?
Mulli