K-Trap, M Huncho – Shipping Costs
Lyrics Shipping Costs – K-Trap, M Huncho Jump in the wagon, the Goose is with bro We ain’t takin’ the risk, take it with us to shows Didn’t think I’d make it five years...
Blade Brown, K-Trap – Xtra Time
Lyrics Xtra Time – Blade Brown, K-Trap
Why them man always talking
I come with the thingy and make them zip it
Wrap a boy, don’t make me fillet
Three whole pies in nines
Sandwich bags, spend the hour zipping
Cowboy spin in the dinger
See no one, spend an hour with it
Think we need extra time
For the whole magazine
Think we need extra bine
Lugers fly if I press the nine
Holdin’ the action, extra tight
Dinner date with the plugs
Richard Milles and Skellys
Parmesan Wagyu spaghetti
We only talk in readies
Brick of coke too hard
Get me the big machete, I’m ready
B**ch in her knickers and bra
She wanna go sexy, fish get ready
4×4 out the show
Rolly ham when I put in petty
Dinger on E, gotta put in petty
Slide with the killys, demons
Which opp block gonna put up a tent
If I’m gonna flex, I’ll put up a hundred
At least them man can’t put up a ten
Send my man on a bike
Can’t crash with the coke like Skillibeng
I ain’t on takin’ breaks
I won’t when I’m up like fifty M’s
They’ve never seen fifty grands
They’ve never seen fifty bands
By the time you get your food
It’s been through like fifty hands
I stay with the yayo like 50’s man
I wanna get my reload in like fifty vans
They’ve never seen fifty grands
They’ve never seen fifty bands
By the time you get your food
It’s been through like fifty hands
I stay with the yayo like 50’s man
I wanna get my reload in like fifty vans
Ugh, if my scales could talk
I wouldn’t stand a chance in court
All the s**t I was taught
Like when it gets hot, that’s mission abort
Who would’ve thought, Who would’ve thought
Remember when a n**ga was down to nought
Now, my b**ch in AMG Sport
‘Cause the work we done in at poor
Trap and Blade, can’t f**k with that combo
These n**gas ain’t juggers, they’re workers
I took a plane just for a convo
Don’t ask what am I on, bro
More money, more problems
My n**ga, you know how the song go
Told her we’re flying out pronto
Flung few quid in her Monzo
But I came a long way from tens and scores
To mixing up benz and raw
They’re f**king up the label budget
On garms and style, I’ma spend some more
Watch on my wrist, Aventador
Box on the strip, that’s twenty-four
Trap was dry, so I sent some more
I think about all the bands I lost
I hit the T and made it back
Remember when a hundred five
Was just a dreamer I screamed and made it facts
Ten-tum was pumpin’, makin’ packs
All the times we took that risk and prayed, we made it facts
They’ve never seen fifty grands
They’ve never seen fifty bands
By the time you get your food
It’s been through like fifty hands
I stay with the yayo like 50’s man
I wanna get my reload in like fifty vans
They’ve never seen fifty grands
They’ve never seen fifty bands
By the time you get your food
It’s been through like fifty hands
I stay with the yayo like 50’s man
I wanna get my reload in like fifty vans…
Written by K-Trap & Blade Brown
Album: Joints
Produced by Nathaniel London
Blade Brown | K-Trap | 2022
