Berna

Berna

Bl@Ckbox

Длительность: 3:19
Год: 2018
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Yo
I's Berna
Yea
Listen
Let's start from the top
Grind and stack on the low lord knows that man a get gwop
But let me not stunt
I was once broke, so broke
Didn't have P's to get sweets from a shop
Where I'm from you either move food
Bang guns or you gangbang or you break down blocks
Fuck that shit, throw me a hally
You're a barcs, yeah my main make, everyting pop
I ain't no trapper
But I know a couple man that grow that green like crops
Daddy weren't around so my big bro had to man up
Fam, go and take that spot
Struggling to live, mummy didn't have no job
7 kids on child benefits
I'd think to myself like, I don't deserve this shit
Nah
I don't deserve this shit
Why couldn't I be like my rich white
Friends that whipped 'round in a German whip?
Only whip I knew was when you whip up the work
White stuff, go serve that brick
Only thing I knew
Cause if man was a opp 44s gonna murk that prick
If that prick's girl is a pengers
Then I'ma go and fuck his bitch
I'll open her mouth, flick two balls on her tongue
She's gonna suck this dick
I'm a good yout but a good yout tun bad
If a man tryna take me for a prick
Fuck a flip—knife, I'll flick out my fist
Right jab, left hook, Bruce Lee with the kicks
I heard dem boi there were talkin' my name
Everybody is gonna be talkin' my name en route to a milli
Yes, I am I—C to the E—Y from head to my feet
If it's beef you can have dargs at your door
Track address with your IP, ICP
You can see the bird on my jeans and the target on my Stoney
I don't trap—trap in the bando
I flip squares till they're made then I see P from AC to London AC
Charlie, go down the booth when Berna gets in the zone
Way back when I was broke and gyal didn't rate me
Now they're all on my phone
Pick up the phone, that's the money callin' me
Yeah, we grindin' till the mornin', G
Stack so large I could line that
Shit from the UK to the Colosseum in Rome
All my niggas roam the streets with loaded heats
You can get a chrome to your dome
My big bro died, vision still haunting me
R.I.P. my brudda Chrome
Money through the ends and my woes
Ten toes, ten toes
I'll ride then die for my bros
When I had no P, rips on the bottom of my jeans
My niggas went and bought me clothes
Life is a fuckery
You don't know me so don't judge me
Cuh, that's the shit that'll bug me
My ends like a jungle
Big apes with banana clips
You can get robbed for a monkey
So please don't say that you're on me
Cuh my niggas bust shots like Henry
Ain't no time to waste, you man like to play
But this ain't a game like Jumanji
Cause I grind hard and I won't stop till my stack grows
Swipe cards then I bank squares till I'm bankrolled
Anyway, I go, gang go
And if all flop, plan B is the bando
I don't shot crow but I smoke crow till my eyes roll
Try me, that's unlikely, ICEY that's the time piece under my sleeve
Gucci, on my tee and on my feet
Yo
B one stack bands, cash in the backpack
Yo can get slapped if you act bad
Smokin' this reefa, blow O's like it's Shisha
Man, I love all my ziggy backstrapped
If you clap first we'll clap back
Send a couple shots to your snap back

B (be)
1 (one)
I'm a fraudster I don't trap—trap
And when I see dem I want revenge
Click—clack bang the skeng
Medieval, take their head
Told the Feds they can take me pen
Still screamin', "fuck the Feds"
Pussy nigga, motherfuck your ends
Don't rep for no fuckin' ends
You'll already fuckin' know that I ride for my fuckin' woes
Fuck your Redrum, Krept, my darg will redrum your bro
Then send a four door to your fucking' home
I ain't even on beef with my mum, I'll raise the heat
I'm the guy that they can't defeat
My legacy will walk this earth till I beef with my fuckin' feet
And yeah, it's that fuckin' deep
When you big bros died from a gang
Crime turned a good boy to a fuckin' creep
I talk but it's like they don't hear me speak
It's B1, get rich, stack dough, don't fuck a bitch
Can't solidate with no snitch
Focus on money, no time for a honey
Cuh Mummy told me dem are all witch
Ain't got time for a set—up chick
All these haters are irrelevant
Where my big bro Chrome came and ended it
R.I.P. fuckin' Chrome
Come on
Come on!
COME ON!
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