Free C Roy - K-Trap

Go with a whistle

It ain’t gonna make no noise

Shotgun stuff two boys

Hammer and chisel, the pack’s destroyed

And other times pack is joy

And Ten got a stutter, boy

Huh, yard dance when I utter «Woi!»

Can’t wait till they free C Roy

Hammer on me just near my groin

I was at Steve’s and he needed foil

Coke at the bottom, you see the oil

I was on a jet to IVZ

Same time tryna get my man stretched

You ain’t gonna ride or step

I think that he’s fine with lead

A hundred racks in jewels

And you think I ain’t buying tools?

You bumped your head!

Hundred shells on the m-way down

And it came from Manchest'

Lion step with a thingy

Had a gauge right on Mizzy

That a G, R and a M

And I felt like Post, Diddy

Two plugs phone, say there’s brand new flake

Two different wraps of white

And I’m tryna compare them

RDH1's thirty-seven and thirty-eight

Get me in the USA, I’m tryna link Drake in Drake’s

It was me and Rollz tryna take that road

Fast forward, it’s me a Rollz in Tape

Magnum bottle of '42

Watch all the birds appear

B22s, no Loubs

Bring my trainer to set, wear shoes

I ain’t got a point to prove

But they make me feel like I do

Might put the waps and cash on the 'Gram and post a pic, mood

Know them lying, the man there’s tired

They skengs are what, look, it’s all been fired

Preeing the watches, like then timing

Louis head to tie, no stylist

No, they ain’t like this

Weren’t overnight, I been out here grinding

Didn’t have Sky or Disney Channel

I still met Miley Cyrus

I got dirty, but I was the cleanest

I let them owe me, told them to keep it

I wasn’t signed when I got all this VS

They’re playing with F signs, think we can’t see it

I flew a USA baddie to Europe

Heard me talk it, she wanna feel it

Stay in the villa and give it a beating

Then go to the city, I’m feeling like Grealish

You never did it, you never done it

You was online, but you never run it

Told you I really had lake in the cupboard

Filter cry with these hundred onions

If I can go, I sure will fund them

Here when it’s summer, we come with the funner

Yeah, I’m a rapper, really a hustler

And I’m slapper, what’s that on my jumper?