Testo di 'McCARTNEY' di HEN$HAW

Yeah
Cozy
One new text on my phone from my guy talking about why where who?
I ain’t checked that shit in an hour I’m high and I gotta try write this tune
Big zoot when I’m riding thru
Mum said son I got a bike for you
(Thanks mum)
So I zip thru ends to my friends at 2
Let loose in booth didn’t tek out my
I just spat suttin like a 32 or 64
Then it’s back to the ends at 4
Tryna make ends meet cuh the tunes don’t pay yet
And shit neither do my chores
But is it worth selling draws or a 9 to 5 or invest in my thoughts?
Blessed to be born but it’s best if I warn ya that if you want smoke then my finger is warming
Pen game insane this a warning
Bop in my step I commute in the morning
Put my phone on mute when you’re calling
Cuh when you speak I won’t lie I be yawning
Lay man down on a track like flooring
Now he won’t talk no more like Hawking
Man wanna try and challenge the best
But know Henny a vet
So their mind be stalling
That's awkward
I'ma put all of you up in my storage
You can try frame me you know where the door is
Your nose it be growing you look like sword fish
Pinocchio it’s appalling
Couple man snakes and they’re soon to be cornered
Don’t wanna make man snap like tourists
That’s fake cap like the caps on the stool shit

Make hits McCartney
Got shit lined like Charlie
Not my darg I mean cocaina
Don't wanna snap but I may that's Theresa
Roll round town with my crowd smoke trees up
Man need green
I might know a geezer
You don't know me bruv
Cos I ain't seen ya
Man try throwing me off like pineapple on mans pizza
My barbie
My mandem and my dargies
You cannot see us
No you ain't Cena
Where's your missus?
Nah I ain't seen her
Ease up
Cushty bro it's all sweet don't cease up
Call man a taxi
Queen Latifah
Always score top bins, FIFA
Got 2 phones like a dealer

So now the worlds pissed so I’m trapped indoors
And the furthest I’ll go is to pick up a draw
Ah fuck I forgot to buy rizzla now I gotta L these 2 blue shorts
But it’s cool I’ll make moves indoors
Slangin' out verses and hooks that’s jawns
Can’t link gang so we’re on discord
Tryna lay these plans get bands galore
Wanna cause an uproar of some sort
One more floor then I’m booting down the door
Want the forbidden fruit I’m bound for glory
Story of a yute that's bound for more
Got flaws but I make the floor move I brought tru couple my guys we out for war
I know people wanna count me out but count amount of times that I paid it thought
Wanna be paid in full
Ain’t a debate at all
I paint the walls with blood till they pay me fool
It’s fair is all
I am not comparable
To variables
And no I do not care if you're a scary dude
Lyrics will be tearing you
So there’s your proof
Tunes dem are blaring thru down the apples and pears with you
You stupid yute
Dem man just run like Scooby Doo
I’m thru with you