No Diet

Album: Double Tap Diaries (2019)
Charted: 20
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  • Ghosty

    Whip it, set it, flick it, chef it
    Cop it, chop it, press it
    Cop it, lock it, sell it
    Rob it, fly it, drop it, dry it
    It's there on demand, I supply it
    You know the coke ain't diet

    Your nose to the gun then buss, lean, lean with a gun like Russ
    No one ain't dying, they lying on us, no carb in the yard then I'm flying it dust
    Truss, no loyalty, she's lining them up
    No royalty, your queen give it up, cheff chest and back, I'm leaving him rubbed (ching)
    Up and down, no seesaw, detour, oi, dodge that neenaw
    I got 6 and if you add 3 more, then I'm somewhere where I might get recalled
    And I'm tired of seeing the can
    Whole ting get shell down (woy-woy-woy-woy-woy-woy)
    Got the fairy .44, big bang (bubu)
    Bro don't box like Joshua, shank game popular, do man proper, shotta
    Throw me a box and I got ya, man take risks for the pounds and prosper
    Prosper, they had me in the can like Foster
    Let the Star buck for the cream, no Costa (cream)
    That nigga don't really want beef
    Who's copying me? Some silly impostor

    Whip it, set it, flick it, chef it
    Cop it, chop it, press it
    Cop it, lock it, sell it
    Rob it, fly it, drop it, dry it
    It's there on demand, I supply it
    You know the coke ain't diet
    Whip it, set it, flick it, chef it
    Cop it, chop it, press it
    Cop it, lock it, sell it
    Rob it, fly it, drop it, dry it
    It's there on demand, I supply it
    You know the coke ain't diet

    Spill some juice, KA
    And it was a carnival crush when bro, got three in a day
    17 with a .38, praying that they come my way
    .32's, .25's and .40's, conceived in the 90's
    Born in the Noughties, cover these tats' when I'm going on walkies
    No porkies, jail house filled stories
    OT, hit town, need morphine, so I'm on the M, switch lane like Tory (skrrt)
    Bill up my spot and I'm leaving it gory
    Surely, surely, bro's faster, he'll do it before me (neeaw)
    You want it? I got it, call me, I whip it and lock it at Pauly's
    This one's feeling horny
    Got a rusty ting from South with the mouth, she ain't getting more than Morleys
    I'ma buss in her mouth by all means

    Whip it, set it, flick it, chef it
    Cop it, chop it, press it
    Cop it, lock it, sell it
    Rob it, fly it, drop it, dry it
    It's there on demand, I supply it
    You know the coke ain't diet
    Whip it, set it, flick it, chef it
    Cop it, chop it, press it
    Cop it, lock it, sell it
    Rob it, fly it, drop it, dry it
    It's there on demand, I supply it
    You know the coke ain't diet Writer/s: Rhys Herbert
    Publisher: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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