Pink Notes - 67, LD, Dimzy

Remember when I could save a little pinky

Now I count 10 bands and pinkies

Big waps, shotguns and .50's

.44 deadly, spin dat quickly

Jump out gang

Jump out gang we leave the opp block looking smoky and litty

We make racks and we crash

Fry up the place like we work in a chippy

My young niggas way too chingy

Or more time he makes phone line ringy

Bro just stepped out blingy, cold as fuck, too chilly

Smoke in dem cookies, thinking deep I need paper like Diddy

Man stepped out on violence, man came round on fuckree

Me, I got 5 for a big .45, can’t lie the buss me

If I got back yet, I would’ve been mad, swear down trust me

Free 9Goddy, young trap boss who fucks up country

Real life stuff, no pokies

My main darg, dem go walkies

Go Tinsel Town with a .40

2 tings at a table was awkward

5.0 put Wes on in the jailhouse

My gosh, there still on the mandem

Chilling, also were oso active

Bare man been grabbed with cannons

My bro like Liquez got paper

Lines on, online like data

No Angolans like Craper

Slowz ain’t on games like Sega

Yh I lay girls down like carpet

Your gyal wants to tastes mans

Young boys couldn’t fuck with R6

Stone Isl little bone takes target

The reasons they hate on we

Take a look at my life success

Can’t you see I’m all in diamonds?

4 racks in my mouth I spent

If you wanna work with we

Your look at a next expense

Cos you still need dem bands

Don’t care if you spend them on friends

674, Imma ride to the end

All for my brothers, I rise up the skeng

I do this for real, I don’t fucking with 10

Still up on my block, I’m still up in the ends

Thanking the lord, I came out of the pen

Free all my brothers that got over 10

Remember when I could save a little pinky

Now I count 10 bands and pinkies

Big waps, shotguns and .50's

.44 deadly, spin dat quickly

Jump out gang

Jump out gang we leave the opp block looking smoky and litty

I need paper like Diddy

4 doors and blickies

Jump out gang

Jump out gang, come round leave everything icky

You don’t wanna be a big man running and getting hit, don’t be silly

How many man got grabbed for waps?, The block hot like a chilly

Snoopz in the mains with a big bike, moving like he’s Infilly

Money haffi make, I thank god that I’m busy

Making doe, im on 17 like a gilet

Tryna slap a dome, diamonds twerk like a bitch from Philly

I’ve seen your racks

I can spend dat and make dat back

New year, new plug

That means no more chilling with kats

It’s been 6 years, I can finally say welcome home trap

Back, dem man did a bait face

When we turned up and got a you wacked

These days man glide with the stem

Nack dem did it with Max

Should be sitting down for a while

So I know I ain’t chilling with racks

They want me on the wing all summer

There’s no way I’m looking through flats

Bro put 20 on his wrist

It’s so bait he’s delivering packs

Remember when I could save a little pinky

Now I count 10 bands and pinkies

Big waps, shotguns and .50's

.44 deadly, spin dat quickly

Jump out gang

Jump out gang we leave the opp block looking smoky and litty

We make racks and we crash

Fry up the place like we work in a chippy

My young niggas way too chingy

Or more time he makes phone line ringy

Bro just stepped out blingy, cold as fuck, too chilly

Smoke in dem cookies, thinking deep I need paper like Diddy