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Jay Trench
GT Turbo
Don't disturbo
I hit the swerveo
Missed the curbo
I keep the burn-up
I check the thermostat it's hot
I check the thermostat it's litty
n***as know me, I came from the city
I like my tings dark skin, sadiki
Put all type of
Put all type of smoke in the air
Put all type of smoke in the city
I just roll my sleeve, it might get tricky
Get swipe and delete, get swept off
I'm getting right where I left off
I'm getting pyroteched off
I'm getting pyrotеchnical
Kickin' it by a pedigree
Kickin' it by a pedigree
Diesеl bag, smellin' me
Diesel bag, smellin' me
I geek up the 4, let's go
I smoke me a old petrol
I'm on the road, no show
I put 5% on my whip
I do my horror show
I put private lens on my jeep
I ain't gotta' say no more
Tell her bring her friends and that's it
Stash house, starting full
We park the Benz at the crib
I put my heart where I stick with my circle
Big [?]
I got a pack, not mist and Churchill
Learnt how to hide it, I'm going commercial
I done took charge of so many Germans you would've thought I was Angela Merkel
You woulda' thought I was standing with Özil
Whip it in, after my name is [?]
Look like a mouse, with a [?] in my [?]
Posting up [?]
Liars and scammers and trappers and murderous thieves
b*t*h you ain't getting a Birkin from me
b*t*h really blow out your big back, please
Returning the favour, she got McD's
Return of the mac, just know I'm back
It hurts to the core that I dig that deep
Always see Roman Road that's my f**king ends that's my sh*t
I don't rep no postcode, just my f**king friends and that's it
And I got chrome at heart
Jay Trench
GT Turbo
Don't disturbo
I hit the swerveo
Missed the curbo
I keep the burn-up
I check the thermostat it's hot
I check the thermostat it's litty
n***as know me, I came from the city
I like my tings dark skin, sadiki
Put all type of
Put all type of smoke in the air
Put all type of smoke in the city
I just roll my sleeve, it might get tricky
Get swipe and delete, get swept off
I'm getting right where I left off
I'm getting pyroteched off
I'm getting pyrotеchnical
Kickin' it by a pedigree
Kickin' it by a pedigree
Diesеl bag, smellin' me
Diesel bag, smellin' me
I geek up the 4, let's go
I smoke me a old petrol
I'm on the road, no show
I put 5% on my whip
I do my horror show
I put private lens on my jeep
I ain't gotta' say no more
Tell her bring her friends and that's it
Stash house, starting full
We park the Benz at the crib
I put my heart where I stick with my circle
Big [?]
I got a pack, not mist and Churchill
Learnt how to hide it, I'm going commercial
I done took charge of so many Germans you would've thought I was Angela Merkel
You woulda' thought I was standing with Özil
Whip it in, after my name is [?]
Look like a mouse, with a [?] in my [?]
Posting up [?]
Liars and scammers and trappers and murderous thieves
b*t*h you ain't getting a Birkin from me
b*t*h really blow out your big back, please
Returning the favour, she got McD's
Return of the mac, just know I'm back
It hurts to the core that I dig that deep
Always see Roman Road that's my f**king ends that's my sh*t
I don't rep no postcode, just my f**king friends and that's it
And I got chrome at heart
