[Lyric] Estate (Sin Squad)

[Verse 1: LR]
I got a rammy on waist, can't dance in the rave
I pour lean in my cup, that's one 7up
No Lucozade or lemonade
Free Slaps, tryna bust this case
Give lip, I'll bust his face
In and out lanes like "Fuck this chase"
Grub comes in and I dice it straight
Just like I'm slicing cake
Caught me a case in ends, now I'm banned from the ends
What a dumb mistake
Still on the estate screaming "Fuck the jakes"
I hate when my cats are calling me mate
'Cah I know that their P's ain't straight
G-check him if he's acting brave
I told bae I can't go on a date
'Cah I need me some brand new flake

[Chorus: LR]
Dingered up whip, change plates
My girlfriend's telling me that I'm bait
I'm in a OF estate
With a ting that bangs, sounds like one grenade
Aye, can we go slide on the A?
Nigga's get poked like it's every day
I ain't fighting, I swing my blade
Got nicked for a silly GBH
[Verse 2: Biz]
Let's fill up the ride, call it Deju Vu
Grease down this stick if we're filling it too
Grip it and shoot, drill it and zoom
Tape off the estate when we're billing a 2's
Just backed that bait and we're pushing it through
Can't wait for the day that they free my bruce
Can't wait for the day that I buck into my man
Show man real definition of juice
Show man real definition of fuckery
We're big dawg's, them man some puppies
Chain come iced out like some slushy
Now your girlfriend in a car, tryna fuck me
He got bored and died, revived
Yeah, you best thank Christ 'cah you're more than lucky
Trust me, really be outside tryna turn man duppy

[Chorus: LR]
Dingered up whip, change plates
My girlfriend's telling me that I'm bait
I'm in a OF estate
With a ting that bangs, sounds like one grenade
Aye, can we go slide on the A?
Nigga's get poked like it's every day
I ain't fighting, I swing my blade
Got nicked for a silly GBH
[Verse 3: LR]
Why me? Why me?
Always getting nabbed by C.I.D
Can't do it no more, had to D-I-P
I don't mind driving, I'll slap it in D
Still on some bait knives, I'll jump out and spleech
Come to the block all you'll hear is glee
He held one and he fell off his feet
I ain't like them man, drill it and leave
They drill it and speak, like gang on the P?
Reverse, jump out, leave man in his P
I did it with bro beside of me
They dash when corn be flying G
Never have time, mans up on my feet
Got love the trap, it's on repeat
Grab the mash, fill the mash with teeth
Skidding 'round town, you don't know it's me

[Verse 4: Biz]
I was stuck on the P, all the way from a Q
Now I move hands free like the trap's Bluetooth
Whip, flip, man chop that food
Could've started with one, but I'm leaving with two
Bro feeding him some, then I'm feeding him too
Then we dash from the scene, ain't leaving a clue
Tay-K race from the boys in blue
'Cah the want me caged in a concrete zoo
Bro took that left, then took that right
Then we bucked someone, can't call it a night
Try tap it in his face, but he caught life
Bro hit him in his back, could've saw his spine
Can't talk on us, 'cah all of us fine
But you know, 'kay, most of them in the skies
Not an eye for an eye
Close one, get bined
Any drop, then I'm there, anywhere, anytime
[Chorus: LR]
Dingered up whip, change plates
My girlfriend's telling me that I'm bait
I'm in a OF estate
With a ting that bangs, sounds like one grenade
Aye, can we go slide on the A?
Nigga's get poked like it's every day
I ain't fighting, I swing my blade
Got nicked for a silly GBH