Krept & Konan - Last Night in LA lyrics

[Intro] I'ma buy a Benz cause that's what n***as do, you understand me? I'ma smoke weed cause that's what n***as do I'ma pack a gat cause that's what n***as do You understand? I'ma get drunk, cause that's what n***as do [Verse] I've come a long way from flipping an ounce Money hid in the couch Got your chick in the house With my dick in her mouth I'll bet you're listening now Police sniffing around Cause I'm big in the north and I'm big in the south Bring my tour to your town, make you sit in the crowd My pockets filled up with pounds Just like my business account Cause I grind like I'm broke, flight to the show Done about five in a row, mind on my dough But I still slide in your hoe like I didn't know You can get it right off the boat, right from my phone Let me just type in a code, life on the road Go ahead, try it if you want, I bet you won't And I've got a knife in my coat I hide on the low Round here, it's do or you die, die if you don't And they talk like they're here but they're never in the bits We've got it locked from the 7 to the 6 I know I shouldn't be telling you this sh** I know you're friends but it's better when you kiss So f** all the talk, get straight to the action Party in the 6 and I'm drunk in a mansion Canadian girl said she loving my accent I left with your girl but I came with the mandem I go to shows from coast to coast In Novikov, propose a toast I'm known to win, I go for gold She home alone, she phone my phone I'm like her drug, she overdose They know the ends, they know I'm road They know I'm street, they know the code My head's hot, my shoulders cold I roll with Muj, smoke the doj' Big spliff, roll the roach Slick Rick on the code Tick tick, Roley's gold DSTRKT, loads of hoes Mixed with gold Patrón Big tits, show me those Quick dick, drove her home Biscuits, Toblerone Flip bricks? No, you don't Big whips? No, you're broke Click click, holy ghost Switch kicks, throw my clothes Calling my name, that's a real risk I've thought about it and I'm still pissed Cause I don't care if you're new or a legend You saw what happened to Will Smith I'm the wrong one to start off All they've sold is a half oz Now everybody thinks they're Escobar Looked at my DJ like nah, Cos They're taking this ting too far, Cos They want the throne but it's ours, Cos If they want, we can swing it out Just know I've got the ting parked off You're talking tough but you need to stop You don't put in work, you need a job Look, I ain't even been on Breakfast Club But they envy when they see the god, oh Can't talk to me, talk to my PR These dickheads think that they're cowboys Till they end up in the ER Summertime in my fur coat 7 sides on these dirt roads We went from having scraps to 9s While my big bros went down the church roads (Jesus Christ!) Went from a road yout to a rock star Got bread, now I get Pop-Tarts The ends is f**ed and they blame us for it So, you know what? I made a foundation to make up for it (f** off!) [Outro] I know that sh** just went over your head as well, man It always does, man I don't wanna hear these n***as talking about bars anymore, man It's f**ing embarra**ing, f**ing draw-out You know who runs this sh**, man (come on, G!) (Play) Look out for the boy Golden Boy Muj (Dirty) Tally, I see you, my bro (come on, G!) Play Dirty every time (that's all I think about) Oi, Misch, lock that off, man, I'm finished