AJ Tracey - Sneakin' (Remix) lyrics

[Verse 1] Bro, we all missing We've got some pieces of our life and sh** that's gone missing My younger out there with his cutter, man, he's gone fishing And you can end up on a tee for all that sneak dissing My favourite ting, she hates me, she was so perfect She gave me her heart and she told me "baby, don't hurt it" But I slept with one of hers and bro, it wasn't worth it My savage side was speaking to me like my name was Kermit Send me any type of riddim, bro, you know I'll murk it I'm double dashing on these olders, man, I've done the circuit I've got my Turkish yat convinced that I know Turkish But when she get to talking, I act like I never heard it I've got j**ellery in my mouth and I've got money on me Now all these girls, they're tryna stick like there was honey on me And shoutout all my old friends who turned all scummy on me Cause I got jamrock in the clip, I got the gully on me And I wear trackies everyday, like I'm doing jogging And I was out there bussing juugs while you n***as snogging I want the cake all to myself, man, I'm money-hogging And tell your bro we got the smoke so stop with all the bogging Girls all play me, then they act like they really never My uni girl, she gave me brain, I think she really clever My bag got leathers in it and the bag is really leather Last year you said you was the man but look, I'm clearly better, yeah [Hook] n***as say they stable but twitching All my brodies whip it in the kitchen You gon' make me call my bros for the Smith & You gon' make me call my bros for the Smith & n***as say they stable but twitching All my brodies whip it in the kitchen You gon' make me call my bros for the Smith & You gon' make me call my bros [Verse 2] They ain't really with the sh**s, they just say they're savage I call my exes David Moyes, I guess they couldn't manage My girl Hannah's speaking French, I just had to tan it And she was switching, like Montana, told her don't panic I had [?] on my bag and n***as thought it's Louis But now they know my fashion thorough, b**hes tryna do me I heard some p**y n***as hating, dickhead, go and sue me No, you can't stop what God has written, man, I live this movie And I've got bare bruddas, hundreds of different bruddas Everybody just start make a decent wage up for their mothers I'm from the gutters, n***as have big cutters And I'll tell her block my number if she brings a friend that's bu*ters [?] with Ribenas at the corner store I tell my Spanish ting she gorgeous, I might hit it raw Bring some yatties for my n***as, they just pour the four And if they're dead, I'm calling [?], what you brought 'em for? I've tasted money, now I'm hooked, I need it more and more My girls do yoga, they in gym and they do only core And all these guys just wanna beef me, go and do your chores Go and lick off, who are you? Bro, he's only four [Hook] n***as say they stable but twitching All my brodies whip it in the kitchen You gon' make me call my bros for the Smith & You gon' make me call my bros for the Smith & n***as say they stable but twitching All my brodies whip it in the kitchen You gon' make me call my bros for the Smith & You gon' make me call my bros