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rm (uk) - net talk lyrics

[chorus]
n_ggas diss me on the net, we ain’t into clout chasing
strapped up in an audi, i’m driving like jason statham
gotta let the whistle blow if i bump into a pagan
then it’s rice krispie bars and no comment in the station
get respect in my hood if you let your stick go
she ain’t tryna hold my heat, i gotta let that chick go
my darg got a l plate, that’s twenty_five crimbos
friends started moving funny when i got some big dough

[verse]
got an olive on my wrist, richard mille time soon
all these hoes on my d_ck, they used to act brand new
saloon hypo i’m blowing, i’m too big for the coupes
i’m stepping with a chrome spinner likе bishop in juice
shh used to be my darg thеn he turned to a rat
no cap, if i see him he’s getting turned to a pack
my cuzzy got shot, we ain’t gon’ speak bout that
why you think when i’m stepping out, i’ve got my own strap?
i don’t drink, i don’t smoke fam, i’m fully vigilant
i’m tryna put an opp down fam, no civilian
sawn_off shotty sparks like a tourbillon
i like chicks that are mad freaks but act innocent
if that p_ssy make me feel good, i might put you in a song
she f_cked me on the first night, babe that ain’t nothing wrong
used to have a ppk like the one in james bond
sk round my neck got me feeling like king kong
any car that i’m in gotta have limousine tints
i grew up listening to 2pac, jacka and brotha lynch
i got shot point blank range, i wouldn’t snitch
it’s blood in, blood out when you step on the pitch
it’s blood in and blood out when you step on the curb
i put your name on a list and cross it off, that’s my word
a hundred bags ain’t nuttin when you link with the turks
when i hit the opp grove fam, i come in reverse
how you speaking on the homies to get gyal in your sheets?
i slapped corn at shh, fam i got the receipts
my shotgun came taller than jermaine dupri
k!llers in them a_cats got my tunes on repeat
even opps listen to my tracks and say that i’m hard
if i get the d_low then i’ma run in your yard
i’m tryna leave an opp physically and emotionally scarred
more time i got the pattern if i’m up in the dance
[chorus]
n_ggas diss me on the net, we ain’t into clout chasing
strapped up in an audi, i’m driving like jason statham
gotta let the whistle blow if i bump into a pagan
then it’s rice krispie bars and no comment in the station
get respect in my hood if you let your stick go
she ain’t tryna hold my heat, i gotta let that chick go
my darg got a l plate, that’s twenty_five crimbos
friends started moving funny when i got some big dough

- rm uk lyrics

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