Serious Note

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Serious Note

Trizz, àB · Serious Note · 2025 · 3:07

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(Adam, this cold) (Mikey made this) Prrrah She told me that she'll keep it safe So she's a gangster, she won't tell on nothin' I beg a man put his hands on me I'll flick my - and I'll show man somethin' I caught - with his chain and he tucked it Ain't nobody want that piece of shit Martin just came outta the rehab How much you wanna bet he ain't even quit? Hm, of course he ain't (Duh) I've got shawty down on her knees I guess she's done with the talkin' stage (Ha) I remember, he told me the mash was local (Liar), hm But now we got beef, it's an awkward place I don't know about him, but I'm givin' out copper (Boi) Just like my nitty, that's short on change She don't know nothin' 'bout talkin' stage She's all on my case, try get on my cock I chased my man down to the store Boss man said, "Can you get out the shop?" I caught the Chinese guy in the grow We dived out the window, tried get out the crop Crackhead said that he wants ten white But I've only got eight, I'm ran outta stock Tell the plug that it's time for the reload (Ayy, bring that) I get lost tryna find these opps Cah I'm floatin' about like Finding Nemo (Huh) I'm a bully on the block like Deebo (Duh) It's not Craig that's gettin' him down It's two big teeth in the dots like Beavo (Boi) RS3 when I'm goin' up Midlands Cah the babylon drive in Evos I don't know nothin' 'bout packs and potions Same time, I did put a SIM in a burner Had me on the wing eatin' chips and a burger Pregnant lady, I serve her Yo, is this nitty tryna get me nicked? Try pull up to the block and beep and shit Yo, I had feds at the back of the car So I took 'em to the grove and fleed that quick I got smoke like Dot, I'm a real East Ender Shoot till I got nothin' left like Ian How many - been dropped from your block And the family's left in pain like Liam? (Ha) Life a GM, that's not for me I'm patternin' hits from overseas (Duh) Patternin' bricks from overseas (Duh) And I'll fly out your bitch like carpe diem (Hm) I'm really ahead of my time Can somebody send me back to the future? Fuck buyin' a single box Man pattern you a few like Roy Jones Jr And you know I don't fuck with pub grub Come like the shit's comin' straight from Cuba (Raw) I fell in love with the sound of the ringtone Now man, I run to the money (Prrt, prrt), Mover Ran in the yard and I cleaned it Same time, man still left it a mess Crackhead's doin' a pipe while drivin' He's done it before, so everything's bless Yes, Stephen's mum's just died And he's askin' for tick, so I buss him the pass I had to throw my shank in the garden You might find it when you're cuttin' your grass But yo, wait, serious note Feds couldn't take off the bando door Cah I can't even lie, I had a serious bolt Taser deploy, that's a serious vote So my 110s are doin' up serious smoke Rambos got hella spice on the ends So if you get caught, it's a serious poke Bag for the jacket, it's a serious coat BXB, that's bag and boxes Cuttin' up B till my blade went brown Done him up clean with a dirty flick There's feathers in the air while I shaved him down He ain't tryna use his shank for real Just make a scene and wave it 'round I love how the Rons don't have no engine Ever so quiet, don't make a sound Reminds me of me in the interview room I'm usin' my right to remain silent (Shh) Police lights in the front of the whizz Dressed in black, so you know we ain't Trident (Duh) I know you look good dressed up in pink But I love when I see the queen dressed in violet LV bags when I'm boardin' a plane Then everyone knows that I'm flyer than the pilot The crackhead's runnin' across the road Now everyone knows that I'm tryna supply them My driver's drivin' way too fast Got the pack, nearly droppin' the item Yo, I got the pack, nearly droppin' the item I got the pack, nearly droppin' the item (Prrrah), uh Yo, I got the pack, nearly droppin' the item Haha

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