Different Sorts (Explicit)

Different Sorts (Explicit) - Headie One

Written by：Irving Adjei

I see them man dasheen

They always been talkers

See me in the flesh and it's always been Walters

It come like them boy there Ashley

I keep the skeng close like road man shaq and aznee

Come like I'm on the lurk for a boy band

The way I search for them boys on the backstreet

And what the f**k's rap when I'm still live in the t

Just last night I had to flush that pack

Now it's somewhere in the sea

I rip my 23's rude boy I can tell you bout doors and hinges

Cps tryna get papers printed and still I nfa on these b**ches

Still m route rags to riches

Still fly out the ride

Stick in my hand looking like I come to play cricket

Score these points still get round there sawn off joints

Hold it steady got both elbows locked I'm poised

Splash mans face I ain't lying too

Them 9 boys always been chatty

Now I got old songs making up noise too

Still fold these 20s and I'm bagging up coins too

T house settings I still turn 1 into 2

I still turn 1 into 2

Put my Jordans on and then zombie walk

Your whole gang got 1 wap

My n**gas step out with different sorts

Feds on my case for years

They want a man sitting in London courts

I wake up with the wildest thoughts

Get money if I didn't then I'll do it by force

The corn in the mash got force

44 kicks off like a pissed off horse

With ones like harry and snake

Big stones and a wap it's a serious sort

They ain't copping no waps they're tramps

They need financial support

I put my life in my rhymes

Now n**gas wanna rap like me so I can't endorse

Bang on them and just giggle

Look and find a boy like a riddle

S and d your life's in a pickle

Stick on the bike riding man will take you out like a pickle

Gun smoke squeeze the trigger same way man squeeze up her nipple

You ain't putting work you're a ginnal

Tooled up my ting tickled me

Them f**k boys can't get rid of me

Money coming money coming in

Them bad b s wanna chill with me

Little hooker go and act you wage

Cos kway back you weren't into me

Guns money guns money ***

That's the sh*t that I'm into b

Lurking round with a half a b and that cardi b

Take risks that's everyday

Cos everyday the feds onto me

Counting racks and she hit me up

I said right now b**ch don't bother me

You see them opp boys yeah they so bruck

If they would yeah they d work for me

Take risks and prosper hand on heart

Them man there usain when I'm up front like costa

I thank god that I still eat lobster serious mobster

Still deep in the streets

Real life sh*t you can't give me no Oscar

Put my jordans on and then zombie walk

Your whole gang got 1 wap

My n**gas step out with different sorts

Feds on my case for years

They want a man sitting in London courts

I wake up with the wildest thoughts

Get money if I didn't then I'll do it by force

The corn in the mash got force

44 kicks off like a pissed off horse

With ones like harry and snake

Big stones and a wap it's a serious sort

They ain't copping no waps they're tramps

They need financial support

I put my life in my rhymes

Now n**gas wanna rap like me so I can't endorse

Jump out gang my drillers still crashing off waps

44 with big stones and a wap with a clip on the side mad

Osg days was mad big Rambo tryna search and attack

I was on snap in the trap 2 packs up just me and my cat

I was on snap in the trap 2 packs up just me and my cat

You was in the party brassed

Tryna go home with a thot that's frass

And my broski just came home

And he's still putting things on stones

Look at his d squared clothes

My bro just stepped out cold 67 pendant icy

Look at the gold on bro

Done skengs in trucks now apparently

Everyone's doing up skengs in trucks

Done 44's in a 4 door now apparently they all got 40 one

We f**k up this music stuff

Chilling on stage and stuff in my cup

Feds wanna lock my bros but the war

S going on and my gang still shell it at stuff

I'm tryna live my career

But the feds wanna stop and stare like stop right there

Pull up on the opps with the 4 s out like pause right there

My young n**gas they don't care

They'll shave man straight in the face like he wants no beard

Smoking cookie and am

I don't wanna smoke none of your ** man the smokes too weird

Put my jordans on and then zombie walk

Your whole gang got 1 wap

My n**gas step out with different sorts

Feds on my case for years

They want a man sitting in London courts

I wake up with the wildest thoughts

Get money if I didn't then I'll do it by force

The corn in the mash got force

44 kicks off like a pissed off horse

With ones like harry and snake

Big stones and a wap it's a serious sort

They ain't copping no waps they're tramps

They need financial support

I put my life in my rhymes

Now n**gas wanna rap like me so I can't endorse