67 Dimzy - Low But Bait lyrics

[Hook Dimzy]: x2 I move low but i'm bait I think the feds on my case So I gotta relocate But I'm trapping till late No face, no case Man left no trace Don't get in my way I'll turn insane then chef up the place [Verse 1 Asap]: Long trips for the bands got me miles away More times I be kway out In the trap with the cats Cling film and vas co*kroaches and rats The sh** that I've done for the money The sh** that I've done for the bands is mad Chef Chef on the back road Or I smoke opp like pot, for the gang My young g's bigger than me And he's got that thing And he's rolling with man Benny that's bro We do road in a OT spot Stain mans work and we get that gone Scribz got smoke don't get too close I can vouch for my n***a he'll snatch mans soul (bow bow) [Hook] x2 [Verse 2 ReekoSqueeze]: Skrring on the motorway Peng grub that's due to take your soul away I'm pissed if the line will do an O today Coming short on the deal I tell him go away Man talking bout bandos My YG's there I'm in Nandos You can't tell me where I can go Boom, tell me where your gang go My YG cooling with his rambo No face the camera caught me at an angle Hitting jail loads of times ain't the plan though Handy hand ting in my hand though Peddling pebs with no handles Tell her hold these Zs i'll be back though Blow a n***a out like a candle Still up in the drought I sill handle [Hook] x2 [Verse 3 Dimzy]: Woosh, Everyone's tryna run I see couple guys tryna push It was peak one time with the feds in the A Had Liquez hiding out in the bush That's not ammy your smoking big man That buds coming like kush I need more fiends on my phone line So I put my nike airs on and look (where they at) x2 Feds at my mums door tryna say your son is a crook (f** the pigs) x2 I want my stack fat like 100 books (large) My n***as said i'm cold on the beats My n***as said i'm cold on the hooks When I do road with the gang That's 2 four doors me and [?] (skrr) [Hook] x2