XXL - Deep Green

XXL, don’t watch the price

Every single day I’m occupied

Pan’s getting washed and dried

What’s my size?

XXL, don’t watch the price

I’m not surprised

Every single day I’m occupied

From the stove to the sink where the pan’s getting washed and dried

If it ain’t about P’s, no reply like I lost my line

No reply like Mahalia

Trapping daily’s my behaviour

It ain’t in my plans to be a failure

Paper, paper, paper mania

All in my mind like Xavier

Yeah I’m looking fly like

Got a pebble line and that pebble mine

I’m ahead of time like Australia

If you see me with my nigga, won’t be Kel it won’t be Kenan

If you see him with his Tommy out, might be Shelby might be Egan

See these youngers, I’ma teach 'em

Allow the straps and get your P’s in

But buy a few just in case you’ve gotta leave a nigga leaking

Like what’s my type?

.44 Magnum, Glocks and nines

Might get an AP, fully buss down like what’s the time?

How’s your life? I beg you tell me

Said his pockets dem are healthy

You chat shit, they look flat as fuck

A bag of lies he tried to sell me

I was parked on double yellows all night, I swear my whip coulda got towed

Had to tell my gyal I’ll be out all night cah I’m stuck up on road

Kung-fu grip the way I’m clutching this phone

Suttin like Yxng Bane from a young age nigga, wrist coulda got froze

What’s my size?

XXL, don’t watch the price

I’m not surprised

Every single day I’m occupied

From the stove to the sink where the pan’s getting washed and dried

If it ain’t about P’s, no reply like I lost my line

All this paper gets you fake love

Sleeping on me, bet they wake up

Patek yellow on my plate bruv

This a Sky-Dweller, not a Datejust

I don’t trust bitches, fuck a honey trap

Getting rid of Q’s like I’m pushing past

Tunnel vision, I ain’t looking back

I be breaking Bobby and I’m cooking ha

Risky risky but I’ve got Nipsey with me

So the marathon must continue swiftly

It’s like 50/50 if I break the pot when I whip the Whitney

Fingers crossed

Violate then I’ll rinse it off

Try a ting if you think I’m soft

I guarantee that my ting go (bang)

All my Burberry drip cost a third of my crib

I’m just burning a spliff thinking I might burn me a bridge

And yeah I certainly did

I ain’t feeling that kid, that bridge just led to a cliff

Put my P’s on that strip, that shit can easily flip

I ain’t tryna see a next L, feds want me living in a dead cell

They don’t wanna see me excel, I need a size up from this XL

No time for rap, they said «You fell off», nigga what?

I just got a box of flake like Kellogg’s nigga

What’s my size?

XXL, don’t watch the price

I’m not surprised

Every single day I’m occupied

From the stove to the sink where the pan’s getting washed and dried

If it ain’t about P’s, no reply like I lost my line