I Used To

I used to waste time on opps
I used to rise up that 9 or Glock
I circle man’s block and beat off shots
I’m aimin' on-point, yeah, broski got touched
(Lekaa Beats)
I used to waste time on opps
I used to rise up that 9 or Glock
I circle man’s block and beat off shots
I’m aimin' on-point, yeah, broski got touched
I used to spend time in cunch
I’m in the trap house tryna flip that grub
I got my mask on tryna rub that plug
I take 'way man’s cash and take 'way man’s stuff
I lacked and got stabbed by opps
My broski stepped out and turned man off
They talk but the ain’t on job
Fam, when the G’s ride, leave them man rubbed
Give out the smoke, bust man’s gum
Bring out the smoke, somebody gon' get bu’ned
I love to see them man run
I love to see man try run and get tu’ned
I used to waste time in jail
I used to sit back and pray for bail
I used to not write no girls
I used to bust heads with freds in cells
I used to love road so much
I’m on the block, yeah, till the sun came up
The beef was on, K got his gun game up
The feds were on man, couple man still gone
I used to waste time on opps
I used to rise up that 9 or Glock
I circle man’s block and beat off shots
I’m aimin' on-point, yeah, broski got touched
I used to spend time in cunch
I’m in the trap house tryna flip that grub
I got my mask on tryna rub that plug
I take 'way man’s cash and take 'way man’s stuff
Point me to the drama
Yes, I’m the one move gulley in Gaza
In the drill ting I am the master
'King' or 'The Father', whatever you rather
Didn’t get my man I was after
Then I came back, back 'round like karma
I’ll put my man through trauma
Talkin' bare till I spill man’s lager
He’s due for a slaughter
Said he moves weight but he’s still on a quarter
I’ll leave my man in the corner
Now he’s like weed from California
I was in Kent, I was in Bristol
Dishin' out dirty dubs and crystal
Show you a trick, switch hands with a pistol
Got a revolver resolvin' the issue
It’s a sad ting see man wounded
Bad for my hand ting
Give him the vibe up down when I’m shankin'
This ain’t a rampin' shop for your rampin'
The three-door GB’s crampin'
We do jewels, drops and campin'
Butter man’s toast, I don’t know about jammin'
I’m there with Shannon, it’s nothin' but slammin'
Why she wanna ride it
As soon as I open my eyelids
And this bad B come like a ding dong
Bit rusty and got some mileage
Yeah, I’m done with the talkin'
If you want beef, go and put some heart in
Yeah, the opps are jarrin'
They soon catch chilli con carnin'
I used to waste time on opps
I used to rise up that 9 or Glock
I circle man’s block and beat off shots
I’m aimin' on-point, yeah, broski got touched
I used to spend time in cunch
I’m in the trap house tryna flip that grub
I got my mask on tryna rub that plug
I take 'way man’s cash and take 'way man’s stuff
I used to waste time on opps
I used to rise up that 9 or Glock
I circle man’s block and beat off shots
I’m aimin' on-point, yeah, broski got touched
I used to spend time in cunch
I’m in the trap house tryna flip that grub
I got my mask on tryna rub that plug
I take 'way man’s cash and take 'way man’s stuff