"Chapter 2" lyrics
(Ooh)
Yo
I stack bread, but I'm ready to blow some
Bands, I can't give hand-out to no one
My inbox got a whole lot of "Well done"
Blink and your girl gone (What?)
Said he on smoke, joke, come on then, bro, come
Balenci' phone run
Why does my interest rate still interest you so much?
Neck game froze up, soaked up
Said that I'm young for the game, but my money growin' up
Went on a store run, left in a chauffeur
20K, no doubt
Who's got chat for me?
I sold love to niggas that won't ever sell that same love back to me
I stopped givin' out lifts and watched all the love change drastically
Laugh at my name, still, big stay trill
But the name LeoStayTrill still pays bills
And equate mills, celebrate deals
Even though dem man hate, I'm the nigga they crave still
Ha, I'm done with the UK, whole lot of sheep and hatred
And hella you's that type, and you all look basic, ha
Your favourite brand ambassador, eighteen, beg for a jet to Málaga
Two king, [?] get a sweep on janitor
I'm tryna go overseas and pattern up
Before I brush UK scene and pack it up
I only want a verse from three and that's enough
J Hus, Dave, and Cee got hella love
Pray for the guys tryna hold me
Tryin', I'm tryin' (Damn)
I got 30K when we live in [?]
Bro, if I'm lyin', I'm flyin', it's shutdown when I touch down, Matt Ryan
She make it clap, no round of applause
For us of course, don't get lost in the sauce
Fuck 911 unless it's a Porsche
You don't wanna see my darg get mad
Best pray that it doesn't go past typing
Dark time and you're better off half-swiping
Let the [?] like you half-timed it
This car's a car you can't ride in
Jump and expedite, this whip still push like I don't know where the start line is
Um, no case, bare models, bareback and no face
Bare bottles, [?] with no taste
Full throttle, bare gas with no brakes
Hella [?]
No Wraiths, I'm lappin' my old mates
Old days, bump trains so we don't pay
Bad ****, touché, so we rotate
These days, Queen Lizzy's my soulmate
Slap my car on the curb
Yo
I stack bread, but I'm ready to blow some
Bands, I can't give hand-out to no one
My inbox got a whole lot of "Well done"
Blink and your girl gone (What?)
Said he on smoke, joke, come on then, bro, come
Balenci' phone run
Why does my interest rate still interest you so much?
Neck game froze up, soaked up
Said that I'm young for the game, but my money growin' up
Went on a store run, left in a chauffeur
20K, no doubt
Who's got chat for me?
I sold love to niggas that won't ever sell that same love back to me
I stopped givin' out lifts and watched all the love change drastically
Laugh at my name, still, big stay trill
But the name LeoStayTrill still pays bills
And equate mills, celebrate deals
Even though dem man hate, I'm the nigga they crave still
Ha, I'm done with the UK, whole lot of sheep and hatred
And hella you's that type, and you all look basic, ha
Your favourite brand ambassador, eighteen, beg for a jet to Málaga
Two king, [?] get a sweep on janitor
I'm tryna go overseas and pattern up
Before I brush UK scene and pack it up
I only want a verse from three and that's enough
J Hus, Dave, and Cee got hella love
Pray for the guys tryna hold me
Tryin', I'm tryin' (Damn)
I got 30K when we live in [?]
Bro, if I'm lyin', I'm flyin', it's shutdown when I touch down, Matt Ryan
She make it clap, no round of applause
For us of course, don't get lost in the sauce
Fuck 911 unless it's a Porsche
You don't wanna see my darg get mad
Best pray that it doesn't go past typing
Dark time and you're better off half-swiping
Let the [?] like you half-timed it
This car's a car you can't ride in
Jump and expedite, this whip still push like I don't know where the start line is
Um, no case, bare models, bareback and no face
Bare bottles, [?] with no taste
Full throttle, bare gas with no brakes
Hella [?]
No Wraiths, I'm lappin' my old mates
Old days, bump trains so we don't pay
Bad ****, touché, so we rotate
These days, Queen Lizzy's my soulmate
Slap my car on the curb
