Letras Last Year - S DOG

Last Year

Hold tight, S Dog on this one
Hold tight, Klublove on production
We don’t know divvies 'round here, mosquito!
Yo, hold tight, vice in sight!
Yo, last year she didn’t wanna know
But this year she be on my phone like, «What's up, handsome?»
She be on my cock 'til I stop these anthems
I ain’t gonna stop 'til I cop three phantoms
This week hit another sold-out show
Last week I were gettin' dropped and banged up
Back seat, I was tryna pop these handcuffs
Full team from a little town called Bradford
Yo big boy, dirt bikes, smalls gettin' ripped up
Lean back, lift off, YJ’s pissed off
Boys gon' local, shots got 'em gripped up
Graft went tits-up, boys got six month
Yo, he didn’t wanna fuck with the gang
Yo, blacked-out boy jumpin' out of the van
Yo, saw no shot-gun, comes with a bang
And you don’t want war like Trump in Iran
Yo, you ain’t ever seen a motherfucker like this
All black, tight, in my Nikes
Beef kicks off, who’s ridin'? Boys got you duckin' and divin'
Boys gonna grip it and slide in
Grip the whip, don’t spin out
You ain’t no shit, bro, chill out
Yo BBCC next to blow
These little MC’s better get to know
Yo, last year she didn’t wanna know
But this year she be on my phone like, «What's up, handsome?»
She be on my cock 'til I stop these anthems
I ain’t gonna stop 'til I cop three phantoms
This week hit another sold-out show
Last week I were gettin' dropped and banged up
Back seat, I was tryna pop these handcuffs
Full team from a little town called Bradford
Yo, last year she didn’t wanna know
But this year she be on my phone like, «What's up, handsome?»
She be on my cock 'til I stop these anthems
I ain’t gonna stop 'til I cop three phantoms
This week hit another sold-out show
Last week I were gettin' dropped and banged up
Back seat, I was tryna pop these handcuffs
Full team from a little town called Bradford
Big bat' girl, come check me (yo)
Yo it’s SD, all to the G (yeah)
Live on the track with the BBCC
This year we’re takin' doors clean off
Music bangs like a sawn off-
Pull up in the stall in black leather gloves
Don’t give a toss
Don’t try violate man, put your daughter on a cross
'Cause I don’t give a fuck who your olders was
SD’s, you’ll go somethin' like boss
I’m this time’s generation
Don’t try takin' the piss 'cause I’ve got no toleration (na)
Crops comin' down on the rotation
No goin' back, no probation
Feds on my case, three day lay
Now I’m locked in a station
Yo, last year she didn’t wanna know
But this year she be on my phone like, «What's up, handsome?»
She be on my cock 'til I stop these anthems
I ain’t gonna stop 'til I cop three phantoms
This week hit another sold-out show
Last week I were gettin' dropped and banged up
Back seat, I was tryna pop these handcuffs
Full team from a little town called Bradford
Yo, last year she didn’t wanna know
But this year she be on my phone like, «What's up, handsome?»
She be on my cock 'til I stop these anthems
I ain’t gonna stop 'til I cop three phantoms
This week hit another sold-out show
Last week I were gettin' dropped and banged up
Back seat, I was tryna pop these handcuffs
Full team from a little town called Bradford
Cream of the crop, double G’s on my top
I’ma live life fast, I can sleep when I drop
Full team’s tight like peas in a pod
And my tunes rub hot like fiends in a spark
Bradford crew inside the venue
Mic check one, check two
Shots at the bar, it’s time to go daft
Jump in the car and hope we don’t crash
I’ve got girls on Facebook, girls on Snapchat
I don’t wanna wife when I just want that slack cash
Boys go local and guns go tac tac
Come blacked-out like Batman, ay
Got a big team from the Notty lads
Whip cost about 40 bags
GK, I’m not fuckin' about
Pass me the mic, and we’re shuttin' it down
Yo, last year she didn’t wanna know
But this year she be on my phone like, «What's up, handsome?»
She be on my cock 'til I stop these anthems
I ain’t gonna stop 'til I cop three phantoms
This week hit another sold-out show
Last week I were gettin' dropped and banged up
Back seat, I was tryna pop these handcuffs
Full team from a little town called Bradford
Yo, last year she didn’t wanna know
But this year she be on my phone like, «What's up, handsome?»
She be on my cock 'til I stop these anthems
I ain’t gonna stop 'til I cop three phantoms
This week hit another sold-out show
Last week I were gettin' dropped and banged up
Back seat, I was tryna pop these handcuffs
Full team from a little town called Bradford