AJ Tracey - Shisha lyrics

[Chorus] I leave the crib when my Ps are right Send my n***as to your door like the pizza guy Won’t be looking for no smoke ’cause it’s free, my guy My akhs bringing out the smoke like a shisha pipe, you’ll get smoke Keep acting up, you’ll get smoke You’re not bad for us, you’ll get smoke Come and run your mouth, you’ll get smoke Like a shisha pipe, you’ll get smoke [Verse 1] I hit the block with my chains on No tee, tracksuit and my shades on Free my n***as locked up like Akon You yatties selling dreams when you should be selling Avon Call my bruddas to the crib and get my wave on Couple yatties looking hot, turn my flame on I’m with the clan, that’s my gang like I’m Raekwon And couple gyallies in the whip like I’m James Bond When I do a show, I’m floating, right? Ex-girl’s going mad, you’re coping, right? “AJ’s gonna fall off”, you’re hoping, right? Hardly make it all pop, get your scoping right Uh, and I always got a badders and a good ting Bad ting, coming round the crib on a wood ting LV, good ting, not a boog ting I ain’t got no time for a broke or a hood ting [Chorus] I leave the crib when my Ps are right Send my n***as to your door like the pizza guy Won’t be looking for no smoke ’cause it’s free, my guy My akhs bringing out the smoke Like a shisha pipe, you’ll get smoke Keep acting up, you’ll get smoke You’re not bad for us, you’ll get smoke Come and run your mouth, you’ll get smoke Like a shisha pipe, you’ll get smoke [Verse 2] Trap house is doing numbers Now my money works for me, I take slumbers Eyes up exotic gyal with them bumpers Peng tings running me down for my jumpers We wear black like we’re grungers You man are pushing sh** like you’re plungers I’m a cool guy, now I pay my own bills But I still haffi lurk the strip with my hunters Come from country and punters Money stack look real thick, it’s one chunkers I don’t chill with frauds or no stunters Dem man fake like Dairylea Dunkers Take my Arab baby girl for dinner, then a show Nando’s, bu*terfly Chicken, it’s a go Buss the p**y, she won’t tell me lick it ’cause she know I ain’t built like that, n***a, that’s a no, look [Chorus] I leave the crib when my Ps are right Send my n***as to your door like the pizza guy Won’t be looking for no smoke ’cause it’s free, my guy My akhs bringing out the smoke like a shisha pipe, you’ll get smoke Keep acting up, you’ll get smoke You’re not bad for us, you’ll get smoke Come and run your mouth, you’ll get smoke Like a shisha pipe, you’ll get smoke