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take orders - m'way (uk) lyrics

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(intro)

yeah
yeah
m’way
m’way
let’s get it!

(chorus)

real trap boy from a 1/4, hands*off i don’t take orders
i don’t take orders from no one lil’ boy
trap house pack gets slaughterd
i can show you lil’ boys how to bake
ice in the ‘rex when i’m fl!cking that water
am up in the trap house, ain’t no sp*ce
bagging up work, sh*t feelin’ like torture

(verse 1)

jump in the car got tints on my whip
you know you can’t see no sh*t
just came through with a blacked out whip
with some blacked out rims
and some blacked out kicks
can’t tell me sh*t lil’ boy i got bands (yeah)
you lil’ boys won’t understand
am in the trap with the chalk and the sand
mashing down work ‘sh*t broke my hands
walk up out the trap man i got h*lla bands on me
20 notes, 50 notes up
hop in that car you know it’s an amg
automatic i ain’t gotta use no clutch
am a skinny lil’ n*gga
i don’t go no gym lil’ boy
i’d rather just shoot your ass up
my n*gga tg stepped in with a shank
f*ck around you can get your lil’ self poked up
if you ever call my phone at 8 am
just know that a n*gga prolly’ just woke up
man i got h*lla backwoods in the car
so you know that my sh*t just lookin’ smoked up
i put too much weed in the sh*t
everytime i take a hit man i swear i just choke up
man i put this work in my hands
am in the traphouse man just chopping coke up
(chorus)

real trap boy from a 1/4, hands*off i don’t take orders
i don’t take orders from no one lil’ boy
trap house pack gets slaughterd
i can show you lil’ boys how to bake
ice in the ‘rex when i’m fl!cking that water
am up in the trap house, ain’t no sp*ce
bagging up work, sh*t feelin’ like torture

x2

(verse 2)

real dope boy i ain’t never been college
been up in the trap i can give a boy knowledge
sh*t up in the pot looking like porridge
when i say porridge, man that sh*t like oats
speaking of oats, manna been ot
man set up shop ot went stoke
take a drug test gonna fail that sh*t
been bagging up weight pores filled with coke
i go hands*on if my line go slow
put pebs in your mouth make sure you don’t choke
ot wear no hats, no coats
blend in, look like a normal bloke
i was dead broke man i swear i couldn’t cope
went to the trap started cutting down soap
am up in the block
i ain’t watching no soaps
am up in the trap bagging that dope
am on the 30 road doing 50
50 road doing about 110
i know these jakes wanna pitch me
grips me they wanna see me in pen
i just got a call from ken
said it’s peng
and she wants to come see me again
said she’s with keenan and ken
and they both want 5
so you know that’s 10
(chorus)

real trap boy from a 1/4, hands*off i don’t take orders
i don’t take orders from no one lil’ boy
trap house pack gets slaughterd
i can show you lil’ boys how to bake
ice in the ‘rex when i’m fl!cking that water
am up in the trap house, ain’t no sp*ce
bagging up work, sh*t feelin’ like torture

x2

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