Estate Lyrics – Sin Squad
Singer: Sin Squad
Title: Estate
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 “f#ck 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 “f#ck 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
Dingered up whip, change plates
My girlfriend’s telling me that I’m bait
I’m in an estate
With a ting that bangs, sounds like grenades
Ay, can we go slide on the A?
n#gg#’s get poked like it’s every day
I ain’t fighting, I swing my blade
Got nicked for a slly, GBH
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 road, definition of juice
Show man road, definition of f#ckery
We’re big dawg’s, them man some puppies
Chain come iced out like some slushy
Now your girlfriend in a car tryna f#ck me
He got bored, he died, revived
Best find Christ cause you’re more than lucky
Trust me, really be outside tryna turn man duppy
Dingered up whip, change plates
My girlfriend’s telling me that I’m bait
I’m in an estate
With a ting that bangs, sounds like grenades
Ay, can we go slide on the A?
n#gg#’s get poked like it’s every day
I ain’t fighting, I swing my blade
Got nicked for a slly, GBH
Why me? Why me?
Always getting nabbed by CID
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, then he fell of his feet
I ain’t like them man, drill and then leave
They drill and then speak, like
Reverse, jump out, leave man in his
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, won’t know it’s me
I was stuck on the P, all the way from a Q
Now I move hands free like the traps BlueTooth
Whip, flip, man chop that food
I 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
Most of them in the sky
Not eye for an eye
Close one, get bine
Any drop, then I’m there, anywhere, anytime
Dingered up whip, change plates
My girlfriend’s telling me that I’m bait
I’m in an estate
With a ting that bangs, sounds like grenades
Ay, can we go slide on the A?
n#gg#’s get poked like it’s every day
I ain’t fighting, I swing my blade
Got nicked for a slly, GBH
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