GMD GMD
For the love of the money I been on every pavement
She said I smell like weed well u can say that weeds my fragrance
I couldn't give 2 f*cks about the mains I'll hit it blatant
I ain't got time to waste coz I'm impatient
Open the vacuum seal ( sniff ) I can tell it's pressure
When I get my hustle on Im grinding any type of weather
Bros got some freaky hoes but they from Leicester
They some sauceless bummy niggas so I tell them niggas (ketchup) catchup
I can't chase Lizzy no more cah the papers got King Charles
(No Diddy)
So I guess I'm chasing chizzy
Of course I got lean bro cmon don't be silly
Lost my line now I'm pissed I can't serve Bobby and no Whitney
I just sent my young boy shops to go and get 2 2 Litres
I said my loud so loud so loud that u don't need speakers
My Russian bitch thick her ass looks like 2 peaches
I gotta keep my circle small cause I don't really do leeches
Mixing pleasure with the business Yh it really never goes good
Met a white bitch from country she said that I'm so hood
You said your shotting bricks for what I can tell you that I'm so good
I been bagging in the bandoe I ain't goin to no shoobs
I just opened a seal and now I'm bout to drown my kidney
Costa coffee cups looking like I'm sipping tea
I heard your smooching with your girl and I'm just stressing bout another re
My last spot got flizz now I'm searching for another T
You already kno when I'm sipping lean I ain't sharing with no one
Ain't no olders put me on bro I got it on my lonesome
On a tight road I can't afford to lose my focus
Why'd you think they called me first because I heard your weed is so shit
Only TT round here
Ten outta Ten they always call again
When I get in trap mode bro I ain't missing no shots
I can never stop smiling when I'm busy counting up my prof
In a rush I got a sale so bitch come gimme slops
From a ounce to a brick and i can put that shit on god
I got this on my own so of course I'm moving selfish
The first time she saw a brick she said this shit was well big
You can catch me whizzing round because I'm always on the same strip
I jus took a L it set me back roughly 4 quid
It don't really matter cause my phone it always rings
Now my shawty pissed off cause I ain't got time to Kip
Made her a fake contract so she can hold on to these bricks
And I stressing bout no bitch because my phone it really rings
Feeling like 017 Diego Costa
Cah I'm hitting every shot I'm jus tryna get my prof up
He's talking like he trappy but what happen to your prof blood
In and out of traps I ain't stressing bout no clubs
You can miss me with the motives but can catch me with the feins
My food so TT you smell the odour when I leave
It ain't nothing I can get a nigga wiped like mr Sheen
Don't stretch it with the maj the kitties love it when it clean
EscoGMD - TT Lyrics
EscoGMD - TT Lyrics
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GMD GMD
For the love of the money I been on every pavement
She said I smell like weed well u can say that weeds my fragrance
I couldn't give 2 f*cks about the mains I'll hit it blatant
I ain't got time to waste coz I'm impatient
Open the vacuum seal ( sniff ) I can tell it's pressure
When I get my hustle on Im grinding any type of weather
Bros got some freaky hoes but they from Leicester
They some sauceless bummy niggas so I tell them niggas (ketchup) catchup
I can't chase Lizzy no more cah the papers got King Charles
(No Diddy)
So I guess I'm chasing chizzy
Of course I got lean bro cmon don't be silly
Lost my line now I'm pissed I can't serve Bobby and no Whitney
I just sent my young boy shops to go and get 2 2 Litres
I said my loud so loud so loud that u don't need speakers
My Russian bitch thick her ass looks like 2 peaches
I gotta keep my circle small cause I don't really do leeches
Mixing pleasure with the business Yh it really never goes good
Met a white bitch from country she said that I'm so hood
You said your shotting bricks for what I can tell you that I'm so good
I been bagging in the bandoe I ain't goin to no shoobs
I just opened a seal and now I'm bout to drown my kidney
Costa coffee cups looking like I'm sipping tea
I heard your smooching with your girl and I'm just stressing bout another re
My last spot got flizz now I'm searching for another T
You already kno when I'm sipping lean I ain't sharing with no one
Ain't no olders put me on bro I got it on my lonesome
On a tight road I can't afford to lose my focus
Why'd you think they called me first because I heard your weed is so shit
Only TT round here
Ten outta Ten they always call again
When I get in trap mode bro I ain't missing no shots
I can never stop smiling when I'm busy counting up my prof
In a rush I got a sale so bitch come gimme slops
From a ounce to a brick and i can put that shit on god
I got this on my own so of course I'm moving selfish
The first time she saw a brick she said this shit was well big
You can catch me whizzing round because I'm always on the same strip
I jus took a L it set me back roughly 4 quid
It don't really matter cause my phone it always rings
Now my shawty pissed off cause I ain't got time to Kip
Made her a fake contract so she can hold on to these bricks
And I stressing bout no bitch because my phone it really rings
Feeling like 017 Diego Costa
Cah I'm hitting every shot I'm jus tryna get my prof up
He's talking like he trappy but what happen to your prof blood
In and out of traps I ain't stressing bout no clubs
You can miss me with the motives but can catch me with the feins
My food so TT you smell the odour when I leave
It ain't nothing I can get a nigga wiped like mr Sheen
Don't stretch it with the maj the kitties love it when it clean
For the love of the money I been on every pavement
She said I smell like weed well u can say that weeds my fragrance
I couldn't give 2 f*cks about the mains I'll hit it blatant
I ain't got time to waste coz I'm impatient
Open the vacuum seal ( sniff ) I can tell it's pressure
When I get my hustle on Im grinding any type of weather
Bros got some freaky hoes but they from Leicester
They some sauceless bummy niggas so I tell them niggas (ketchup) catchup
I can't chase Lizzy no more cah the papers got King Charles
(No Diddy)
So I guess I'm chasing chizzy
Of course I got lean bro cmon don't be silly
Lost my line now I'm pissed I can't serve Bobby and no Whitney
I just sent my young boy shops to go and get 2 2 Litres
I said my loud so loud so loud that u don't need speakers
My Russian bitch thick her ass looks like 2 peaches
I gotta keep my circle small cause I don't really do leeches
Mixing pleasure with the business Yh it really never goes good
Met a white bitch from country she said that I'm so hood
You said your shotting bricks for what I can tell you that I'm so good
I been bagging in the bandoe I ain't goin to no shoobs
I just opened a seal and now I'm bout to drown my kidney
Costa coffee cups looking like I'm sipping tea
I heard your smooching with your girl and I'm just stressing bout another re
My last spot got flizz now I'm searching for another T
You already kno when I'm sipping lean I ain't sharing with no one
Ain't no olders put me on bro I got it on my lonesome
On a tight road I can't afford to lose my focus
Why'd you think they called me first because I heard your weed is so shit
Only TT round here
Ten outta Ten they always call again
When I get in trap mode bro I ain't missing no shots
I can never stop smiling when I'm busy counting up my prof
In a rush I got a sale so bitch come gimme slops
From a ounce to a brick and i can put that shit on god
I got this on my own so of course I'm moving selfish
The first time she saw a brick she said this shit was well big
You can catch me whizzing round because I'm always on the same strip
I jus took a L it set me back roughly 4 quid
It don't really matter cause my phone it always rings
Now my shawty pissed off cause I ain't got time to Kip
Made her a fake contract so she can hold on to these bricks
And I stressing bout no bitch because my phone it really rings
Feeling like 017 Diego Costa
Cah I'm hitting every shot I'm jus tryna get my prof up
He's talking like he trappy but what happen to your prof blood
In and out of traps I ain't stressing bout no clubs
You can miss me with the motives but can catch me with the feins
My food so TT you smell the odour when I leave
It ain't nothing I can get a nigga wiped like mr Sheen
Don't stretch it with the maj the kitties love it when it clean
Writer: Esco GMD
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