G Wagon - Rimzee

Fumes on the beat

Yo S, you finessed this one you know

Put the G in the Wagon

Slide three of the mandem

Had me on the landin'

Shoot, don’t brandish, shoot, they vanish

And these shoes from Harrods

And these shoes Italian

I’m far from average

Bitch from Paris, lobster salads

Put the G in the Wagon

Slide three of the mandem

Had me on the landin'

Shoot, don’t brandish, shoot, they vanish

And these shoes from Harrods

And these shoes Italian

I’m far from average

Bitch from Paris, lobster salads

Had my pic on that cell door

When I was stuck in the Queen’s prison

Now it’s six figures

Make the bitch suck the dick different

Akh, they had me on a pot wash

Now the seat’s heated and the top’s soft

Gave me air when I was locked up

But they call me first when it pops off

Went to war with my scarface

I ain’t nothin' like Tony

All them nights it was lonely

Now I’m home they wanna know me

Learnt shit from this thirteen

No nigga sent a postal

Now they’re blowin' up my line

'Rimzee, link man when you’re local'

I get money in my sleep

Akhi, that’s for certain

Pics on my wall with toothpaste

Used bedsheets for my curtain

And I’m ready nigga, anytime

'Cause anytime it can go off

Keep a razor in my toothbrush

Or a nail in my roll on

How I let them niggas nank me

I was tryna get them back G

I got spun on a intel

Found my nank and they swagged me

Really wanna see them niggas

But deep down man I don’t

'Cause wallahi if I caught them niggas

I ain’t never going home

Put the G in the Wagon

Slide three of the mandem

Had me on the landin'

Shoot, don’t brandish, shoot, they vanish

And these shoes from Harrods

And these shoes Italian

I’m far from average

Bitch from Paris, lobster salads

Put the G in the Wagon

Slide three of the mandem

Had me on the landin'

Shoot, don’t brandish, shoot, they vanish

And these shoes from Harrods

And these shoes Italian

I’m far from average

Bitch from Paris, lobster salads

Before I knew about Tape

I rid and left the roads taped

Went court, lost the case

Knightsbridge, block the pain

Twelve hundred on the jeans

Five hundred for the tee

Niggas came to see me sentenced

But never came to my release

I ain’t coppin' no new whip

'Til I stack a quarter M

Them cold nights in the pen

My brother Rigz fought the M

My old celly, Free Drastic

Prayed together in the masjid

Cooked corn beef in the kettle

The plates we ate from were plastic

Gucci slippers on the landin'

I ain’t ever been no has-been

Was a prime minister on my block

Way before David Cameron

Shoot a nigga like a film

We ain’t eatin' no popcorn

Never chipped in for burners

Never rid and made no block warm

They just lie on instrumentals

Say they do but they won’t

I really had to bath in petrol

I really had to burn my clothes

I’m a-I'm a real trap boy

Ask about me in the bing

I wore Versace in the gym

Really wore my roley on the wing

Put the G in the Wagon

Slide three of the mandem

Had me on the landin'

Shoot, don’t brandish, shoot, they vanish

And these shoes from Harrods

And these shoes Italian

I’m far from average

Bitch from Paris, lobster salads

Put the G in the Wagon

Slide three of the mandem

Had me on the landin'

Shoot, don’t brandish, shoot, they vanish

And these shoes from Harrods

And these shoes Italian

I’m far from average

Bitch from Paris, lobster salads