Download Lagu Kwengface - Ready Set Go

Lirik Ready Set Go

(Ayo, Trinz)

I just missed two summers, like bro, what a bummer
I missed Wireless and Glastonbury twice, got me fuckin' up butter
Flexin' with the redbones like my name's Donny Glover
I know my dad couldn't stand me
Was it 'cause I act like him or 'cause I look like my mother? Huh
I know them yutes and he got done with my cutter, huh
I know that shawty and she's probably a stunner
I got high and I DM'd Ice Spice, huh
Like, grrah, God loves a try
I got women that I like that'll never be wife
You like them lame ass yutes, I was never your type
Two fours banged up, vybzin' to Mnelia
Can't lie, she the goat, kinda made my time easier
Fly my young ting to Dubai, milf ting to Ibiza
I was so popped down, I'm puttin' food on the heater
And see mum tried
I used to go sneak school at lunch time
I was seventeen with a dumb line
Age twenty-one, goin' mad with three cunch lines and a rap career
And if they did it in London, they would've-, huh
They would've hit me with a racketeer
Shorties love me, they love the way I'm so debonair
Got an alter ego, how Beyonce got Sasha Fierce
How, how Beyonce got-
I Kwengessy in the DMs, not the sober me
If I weren't lit right now, would you indulge in me?
Who'm I kiddin', man? You'll still be engulfin' me
And to be honest, see, I kinda like the older me
I'm too old to have my iPhone and my TV taken
Work hard whilst these niggas get so complacent
To a nigga like me, just overtakes 'em
I ain't got beef with the opps, we just wake and bake 'em
Wave and shave 'em
Really tryna red-tape it
See my guys outside tryna wave and grave it
See, I went for a nickin'
Governor said she a fan of the song with Chase and Status
Like bitches small waist, high maintenance
She in love with my swag, love my gangster cadence
Slap back and reflected, this shit took patience
Bang, bang even though I'm famous
I know my opps know it's spank cah we gave 'em the belt
G13 in my lungs kinda fucks with my health
My young ting too selfish, want me to herself
See, she just like me, she love ridin' as well
And see when man do the cha-cha, aim at your mata
Bullets go glah-glah
Back to the block, I feel like Nelson, haha
Beatin' a paigon, now I'm screamin' out "Bap-bap"
Screamin' out-
I'm on the phone to my bro
Said, "Even though I'm with all of the mandem, I still be feelin' alone"
I got my mother on the phone
She's forty-nine and her biggest fear yet is bein' fifty and all alone
I don't know, I don't know
And why we all self-destruct? Like, oh my God, what happened to Sean Combs?
Like, honestly, bro
I'm goin' Kanye crazy, I want my all black babies in ever-rose
Sometimes I wanna bench-press Lizzo or Nella Rose
My bro's tellin' me that's that little man syndrome
If she got the biggest back, I'm involved
If bro's got the biggest wap, then let's go
Look, I don't wanna play, though
I just wanna make dough
My heart's stone-cold, but that booty feel like Play-Doh
Sent from up above like, I can see your halo
Can I trust you? Or playin' both sides like Kato?
I spit bars, I talk pain, reopenin' my scars
Mix Cherry B with Hennessy while I'm thinkin' 'bout my past
All the treachery, jealousy, drop it from your heart
And fuck them fake friends and see who had you from the start
Look, I just got in trouble, now I'm hittin' up Guvan
Vietnarm, baby, this ain't nothin' like Wu-Tang
Hundred days in the seg' kinda made me a new man
I swear my skin itches when I think about blue mats
Look, I was on their block tryna slide with a pumpy
My older cousin's friends rushed me and my old friends judged me
I brought my block alive, now everyone loves me
I'm from a fake arse strip, can't lie, man, it bugs me
I was eatin' breakfast packs, now I'm eatin' sashimi
I was sippin' tap water now I'm sippin' on Fiji
Kwengface from the V, everybody wan' be me
But not everybody could be me
Look, he ain't from Peckham, he's from old Kent road or Bermondsey
I just got it poppin', now my rambo knife is burgundy
I just warmed him up, and then I hit him with a third degree
Designer kits from Italy, Luger 9's from Germany
Hollow tips cook him like some chicken wings at Nando's
It's mad bro, I just turned your girl's house to a bando
See, I drill yutes, still tryna go spill juice like I'm Pasco
I was paned up for two years, eatin' that mackerel