Q-tip - Rack City Remix lyrics

[Intro] Big up BG Media Big up the mandem You know how it is [Verse] I shoot man just like a target If you want to clash Dan, he's the hardest I'll put you down like my dog did This b**h [?] I'll half it If you want to meet me I'm in the market I've got bars not off the chart list I've just started as an artist Pull up in a fat whip, par it Bun a fat haze and spark it Man I come back in the dark sh** I don't do grafts, just hard shifts 5 in the morning 'till half 6 Man I come back with the hard clip Man I take shots with your ex-chick Tell her "come round, watch Netflix" Man I swear down, it's the best sh** Man I go home and he's resting Pour a fat gla**, it's the best ting When I see you, man are wrestling When I see you, man are wrestling I switch flows like I change hoes I'll get you all moving about on your toes I'll get you all smashed up in Mo's Your bird keeps linking my phone Block block that sh**, that sh**'s getting no Pop pop, start shooting my gun Mandem it's getting cold Don't shout off your mouth Mandem Prove this boy he knows he's about f** that, what my hand out All you do is flap out All I do is stand out Walk into the gaff with the Grey Goose Pour a gla** fam, do I rate you? Nah, do I f**, fam? I f**ing hate you Blaze a fat zoot then cremate you All I'm trying to do is make my bros proud NW, free I take sh** into my own hands Rubber gloves and a gun and a loan, man Going in with my own gang You must know fam I rocked you with my own hands Was you stuck with your boys in the past? When you hit the future there's no going back Big gaffs, no flats Big gaffs, no flats Big gaffs, no flats Bare blue lights, in the evening Going in hard, better feeding Keep belling up my phone, they're feeling Like a fat zoot, start dreaming