"Career Criminal" lyrics
Ard Adz, Squeeks & RM Lyrics
[Ard Adz:]
I knew I'll get that bag, that's a fucking hundo
Ever since I used to drip my cousin's Umbro
Now I'm eating curry lamb, I'm sitting in a Lambo
I'm getting gold from the plug, we're meeting in Istanbul
I done come up with Nino and that boy Leandro
Dripping Kangol, couple times I burned the candles
Heart a pitbull, I'll tear down a Turkish Kangal
First gun, I named it Pablo, I was Diablo
You're not a big G like the brand Giuseppe
Them Louis' on your feet, they look Marrakeshy
If it's beef, man'll turn him into lamb spaghetti
Couldn't get the shotty but we brang the speshy
What's your heart's desires? Mine's just retired
It'll be a silent drive home before I'm bumping liars
Fake rappers, gave 'em air like I'm pumping tyres
I ain't pumping iron, I make the pumpy fry him
[Squeeks:]
Look, it hit me to my core
Judge looked at my nigga wrong, he gave him twenty-four
That wasn't months, that was years
Now I'm numb to the tears but you still in my prayers
On the ball like Perez
Looking at my jewels, now these fools are depressed
No penny for the wall but I
Got a pound full of coins, hope they all fall on heads
You know my thoughts are possessed
Bipolar, of course I'm the best
One shot, two shot, I ain't tryna warm up a chest
Couldn't walk in my creps, straight sauce when I step
I broke a brick down, it got forced into pebs
Fuck your shoe box money, been had a half stash
If I'm in the dirty then I'm linking Ard Adz
I'm hitting Kim when you see that car dash
Screaming "Money ain't a thing" cah we're getting fast cash
[RM:]
They say home is where the heart is
But mine is on the streets though
Win or lose in battle fam, I'm sticking to the G-code
How you on the road but your bank account zero?
Won't stop graft till I've got a mill at least bro
I got a man down but he used to be my bredrin
I'm a known robber but I trapped on a dead ting
You ever seen the nitties zone out from injecting?
I used to have to smack down raw, no wrestling
I seen people die for shit that they never meant
My guys do crimes then we burn all the evidence
Tints on the whip, you can't see who I'm messing with
Beat the strap once, now my eardrum's echoing
Pull up at a show then you know we gotta bring the weapon
I don't buy jewels unless it's from 57
Where I'm from, you get a slug in the wig for telling
Can't find you then my dargs might hit your bredrin
I knew I'll get that bag, that's a fucking hundo
Ever since I used to drip my cousin's Umbro
Now I'm eating curry lamb, I'm sitting in a Lambo
I'm getting gold from the plug, we're meeting in Istanbul
I done come up with Nino and that boy Leandro
Dripping Kangol, couple times I burned the candles
Heart a pitbull, I'll tear down a Turkish Kangal
First gun, I named it Pablo, I was Diablo
You're not a big G like the brand Giuseppe
Them Louis' on your feet, they look Marrakeshy
If it's beef, man'll turn him into lamb spaghetti
Couldn't get the shotty but we brang the speshy
What's your heart's desires? Mine's just retired
It'll be a silent drive home before I'm bumping liars
Fake rappers, gave 'em air like I'm pumping tyres
I ain't pumping iron, I make the pumpy fry him
[Squeeks:]
Look, it hit me to my core
Judge looked at my nigga wrong, he gave him twenty-four
That wasn't months, that was years
Now I'm numb to the tears but you still in my prayers
On the ball like Perez
Looking at my jewels, now these fools are depressed
No penny for the wall but I
Got a pound full of coins, hope they all fall on heads
You know my thoughts are possessed
Bipolar, of course I'm the best
One shot, two shot, I ain't tryna warm up a chest
Couldn't walk in my creps, straight sauce when I step
I broke a brick down, it got forced into pebs
Fuck your shoe box money, been had a half stash
If I'm in the dirty then I'm linking Ard Adz
I'm hitting Kim when you see that car dash
Screaming "Money ain't a thing" cah we're getting fast cash
[RM:]
They say home is where the heart is
But mine is on the streets though
Win or lose in battle fam, I'm sticking to the G-code
How you on the road but your bank account zero?
Won't stop graft till I've got a mill at least bro
I got a man down but he used to be my bredrin
I'm a known robber but I trapped on a dead ting
You ever seen the nitties zone out from injecting?
I used to have to smack down raw, no wrestling
I seen people die for shit that they never meant
My guys do crimes then we burn all the evidence
Tints on the whip, you can't see who I'm messing with
Beat the strap once, now my eardrum's echoing
Pull up at a show then you know we gotta bring the weapon
I don't buy jewels unless it's from 57
Where I'm from, you get a slug in the wig for telling
Can't find you then my dargs might hit your bredrin
