British - Dark Polo Gang

They call us walking corpses Unholy living dead Hey, they wanna lock us up Keep us in this British hell Cannibalise Hell of a life Pelican leg they bled The dead until the dead they come alive There comes a time we must all die In that moment Do a line Become the ones we have all hated Spelunk the queue This shit you knew The toilet line created Feel obliged We must arise And fuck them cunts that are giving eyes Feel it pumping through my chest The bass it bottoms the top of her spine You see her every other night She hates the times when I get wasted The landlock blues The shit we use The island we've created comes alive Hold you close if only for a second Use it as excuses but I bet he's got a weapon Hold you close if only for a second Use it as excuses but I bet he's got a weapon And now we're driving in her car In the dark In the deep, dank bush Panicking and trauma Guess it's something that I took Cos I never needed no-one I'm a self-made man But now I'm seeing double (double, double) Well I see her at the bar In The Star At the after-after-party I said "Do you like the coup de grâce?" Keep me warm up in the tap That feeling of half-empty I remember middle twenty I was arrogant and uncouth I know exactly who you are Hold you close if only for a second Use it as excuses but I bet he's got a weapon Hold you close if only for a second Use it as excuses but I bet he's got a weapon They call us walking corpses Unholy living dead They wanna lock us up Keep us in this British hell British hell But we still ain't talking and blistering Pills on the side When overseas expats are burning flags And vote that way is shocking But it ain't uncommon In this world to eat a lie To meet the demons in my head Demons in my bed

Uh So used to them gray clouds I might fuck around, drop the top in the rain For the squad, we don't play around We'll lay him down, hit his top close range He just pretend, he not with the gang 'Member back then, ask an opp what he bang Runnin' from the jakes, block hot like I'm Wayne Spend a quarter mil' on the watch and the chain I'm just tryna put a lock on the game Hot shit from this Glock when it flame Ayy, young nigga up now, 'member back then niggas clowned on me Now from the Heaven gates only way a nigga lookin' down on me Keep at least two hundred thou' on me Keep at least like 30 rounds on me With my niggas 'til the wheels fall off, don't care if my ride on E Gucci slides, Versace robes, palm trees, exotic hoes Snitchin', he can't right his wrongs once he play that writin' role Slime shit, we wipe his nose, feds watchin', might strike a pose Do a hit, take flight, we gone, we just take the dice and roll So used to them gray clouds I might fuck around, drop the top in the rain For the squad, we don't play around We'll lay him down, hit his top close range He just pretend, he not with the gang 'Member back then, ask an opp what he bang Runnin' from the jakes, block hot like I'm Wayne Spend a quarter mil' on the watch and the chain I'm just tryna put a lock on the game Hot shit from this Glock when it flame Soon as I touch down, them pussy feds be hot on me (woo) Heard niggas got money all on my head, tell 'em, "Come crown the king" (uh) Let the work thaw out for 14 days, that's quarantine (yeah) I'll pour my heart out before my lean, baby, no R&B (yeah) Six-six-deuce, MOB Piru, big SooWoo, slime my group Slatt-slatt-slatt, a-achoo, wipe his nose, God bless you Blatt-blatt-blatt, I'm not through, bratt-tat-tat, duck, duck, goose Two big g- on me for the smoke, that's Uncle Snoop and Martha Stew' Call me Capalotty (woo), Big Slimalini (yeah), Lil' Slime Gotti (uh) That ain't the 'Ghini, lil' bitch that's the 'Gatti (skrrt) Promethazine, need a P, I'm the wild me I hide fettuccine from the federales I'm like Rick Pitino or John Calipari I'm leadin' my team, yeah, right to the finals That money talkin' and we talkin' private I'm not correspondin', hold on Gucci slides and Versace robes (ooh) I'll slide a nigga, I'll slide a hoe (ooh) I banged on anybody, gang And I ball with all my slime-inos On gang-gang, on Hollygrove No plain jane, I smoke Zario And when the rain came I put the top down Under the dark clouds, I'm shinin' gold Used to the gray clouds I might fuck around and drop the top in the rain (yeah-yeah) For the squad, we don't play around We'll lay him down, hit his top close range (top close range) He just pretend, he not with the gang 'Member back then, ask an opp what he bang Runnin' from the jakes, block hot like I'm Wayne Spend a whole mil' on the watch and the chain I'm just tryna put a lock on the game Hot shit from this Glock when it flame, yeah Polo G, Tunechi Lee, yeah-yeah Call me Capalotty

Sick Luke, Sick Luke Ehi, ehi, ehi, uo Woo-woo-woo Ehi-eh-ehi-eh Ehi, uo-uo Woo-woo-woo Young Rich Tony Al polso Rollie-Rollie (Rollie, bitch) Ho una bitch nuova (bitch) Che poppa molly-molly (molly, bitch) Young Rich Tony (essketit!) Al polso Rollie Ho una bitch nuova (bitch) Che poppa molly Young Rich Tony (yah-yah) Al polso Rollie-Rollie (Rollie, bitch) Ho una bitch nuova Che poppa molly-molly Young Rich Wayne, al polso Rollie Ho una bitch nuova che conta soldi (bitch) Acqua fina sui miei polsi (bling-bling) La mia faccia sopra, uh Rich Boy Rollie, VVS1 sui miei lobi Rich Boy backflip, faccio tornare indietro questi soldi Lambo, car wash Sembro appena sceso da uno shuttle (bling) Big drip, rich boy Pronto a fare fuoco come un cowboy Young Rich Tony (essketit!) Al polso Rollie Ho una bitch nuova Che poppa molly Young Rich Tony (yah-yah) Al polso Rollie-Rollie (Rollie, bitch) Ho una bitch nuova Che poppa molly-molly Young young, rich rich Dark dark, Prynce bitch Sull'osso del collo duecento g Chanel coi brillanti fa bling-bling-bling Oggi ho notato che ho due polsi Quindi ho comprato due orologi DPG, sempre più fastidiosi Metto troppe collane, ho la scoliosi (skrt) Rich boy, flex bitch Play boy, bad kids Ascoltando Dua Lipa sopra una Jeep Al McDrive voglio un doppio Cheeseburger, bitch C'ho il cervello bucato come un CD Non toccare il mio Rollie stupida bitch Siamo giovani, ricchi e ribelli Mi ha fermato un agente, mi ha chiesto un selfie Young Rich Tony (essketit!) Al polso Rollie Ho una bitch nuova Che poppa molly Young Rich Tony Al polso Rollie-Rollie (Rollie, bitch) Ho una bitch nuova Che poppa molly-molly