"By Any Means" lyrics

Dezzie, Izzpot & Clavish Lyrics

"By Any Means"

You know it, you know
Uh, uh
Listen up, listen up

If rap don't work, then it's back to the T
I gotta make paper by any means
You know it, you know
If my bro gets touched, we're getting a get-back by any means
I told bae-bae, nah, it ain't what it seems
I was still tryna do man by any means
I had my man under my belt
He never knew I could defend like David Luiz

It's a natural badness till you can't force it
You know how much force that I put with the forces
Step with the saber, do it like Vader
If it's not bine, then I might Star Wars it
If C got a problem, I'm setting it first
I don't care who caused it
Ever seen a XD stuffed with a full clip?
It gets hot like the middle of August
I don't know my man, somebody auth it
Is he lidge or his CV's blank?
I step in the label four man deep
She don't know that we're all concealing shanks
She don't know that prior to this
Was hands in cuffs getting grabbed for a pack
I got the golden boot in my batch
When it's time for the war, watch how I react
You know it, you know

Gucci, Louis, Chanel everything I wear, B
They say I look stunning (Stunning, stunning)
Young boss on my block, call shots like Pep B
You know how I'm coming
They talk sticks, but who are they bunning?
They must have sticks 'cause they signed up for drumming
Shotty on a back of a ped
I heard chapo was screaming out potta just
How you do it for the 'net to go end up jail?
Got me feeling like bouncer, he ain't street ready (Jump man)
Still on the block like Jenny
Another got touched, had to bath in petty
Two blades on my hip, I was stepping like Joe Black
Stepping like Benny
Bro flew bine out the window
I see a opp boy dance like Remy

If rap don't work, then it's back to the T
I gotta make paper by any means
You know it, you know
If my bro gets touched, we're getting a get-back by any means
I told bae-bae, nah, it ain't what it seems
I was still tryna do man by any means
I had my man under my belt
He never knew I could defend like David Luiz

If rap don't work, then it's back to the T
I gotta make paper by any means
You know it, you know
If my bro gets touched, we're getting a get-back by any means
I told bae, bae, nah, it ain't what it seems
I was still tryna do man by any means
I had my man under my belt
He never knew I could defend like David Luiz

Better mention me when you mention goals
I really score them and I assist them
I really walk them down, I don't business
C-L-A-V, I turn bad boy victims
C-L-A-V, I had yolo pictures
C-L-A-V, I tan loads of bitches
Shotty weren't working, so I just fished 'em
Really spent Birkin money on shh
By any means
You rap 'bout gun, ain't rising no heat
Spot me an opp, I'm flying out Jeeps
Never came back with my Rambo clean
Still got a thousand pound on my feet
Still got a thousand pound on my tee
GLE tinted
Two hunting knives on deck, and I got a machine, on G-O-D
I done back and chest, that's warm
Really put crack in pebs on corners
I just go uptown when I get bored
Spent 1.5 just to sit in the sauna
Done him up five times, now he got trauma
Blew out her back with minimum talking
Rick Owen outfit cost four-and-a-half
When you live like me, that's normal


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