AJ Tracey - Sneakin' lyrics

[Verse 1: AJ Tracey] Bro we all missin' We got some pieces of our life And sh** that's gone missin' My younger out there with his cutter Man he's gone fishin' And you can end up on the teef For all that sneak dissin' My favourite ting she hate 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 speakin' to me Like my name was Kermit Send me any type of riddim Bro you know I'll merk it I'm double dashing on these olders Man I've done the circuit I got my Turkish yat convinced That I know Turkish But when she get to talking I act like I never heard it I got j**ellery in my mouth And I got money on me Now all these girls They're tryna stick Like there was honey on me Shout out all my old friends Who turned scummy on me Cuz' I got Jamrock in the clip And I got gully on me And I wear trakkies every day Like I'm doing jogging And I was out there bussin' d** While you n***as snoggin' I want that cake all to myself Man that money hoggin' And tell your bro We got the smoke So stop with all the boggin' Girls will pree me Then act like say they really never My uni girl she give me brain I think she really clever I got leathers in the bag that bag is really leather Last year you said you was that man but I'm clearly better Yeah [Hook: AJ Tracey] n***as say they stable But twitchin' All my brodies Whip it in the kitchen You gon' make me call my bros for the 'Smith N' You gon' make me call my bros for the 'Smith N' n***as say they stable But twitchin' All my brodies Whip it in the kitchen You gon' make me call my bros for the 'Smith N' You gon' make me call my bros for the 'Smith N' [Verse 2: AJ Tracey] 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 speakin' French I just had to tan it And she was switchin' like Montana Told her don't panic I had [?] on my bag and n***as thought it's Louis I had 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 got Bare bruddahs, hundreds of different bruddahs Everybody just wan' make a decent wage out for their mothers I'm from the gutters n***as with big cutters And I'll tell her block my number if she brings a friend that's bu*ters (b**h) Posting bacon 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 ubers What you brought 'em for? I tasted money now I'm hooked I need it more and more My girls do yoga, they do gym and they do only core And all these guys just wanna beef me Go and do your chores Go and look after your yout Bro he's only four [Hook: AJ Tracey] n***as say they stable But twitchin' All my brodies Whip it in the kitchen You gon' make me call my bros for the 'Smith N' You gon' make me call my bros for the 'Smith N' n***as say they stable But twitchin' All my brodies Whip it in the kitchen You gon' make me call my bros for the 'Smith N' You gon' make me call my bros for the 'Smith N'