Ink by Red Lanes Lyrics
(audio from instagram live, taken 20 September 2018)
Verse 1:
Milly rock on any block
Then drip then gun lean on a thot
Spillin Smirnoff like im Russian
But we hidin from the cops
Asian boy with Afro hair
I swear these fingers moving wicked
And I called a guy from pen
And he said bros stepping wicked
Got money from these paigans
Got loving from these westerns
Got paper from my niggas
BMP, they love these wetters
And im grinding with my shhh
3am mans been up working
Havin bags like under eyes
Cah you know sleeping isnt worth it
And I’m speaking with my chest
And I’m leaving all this mess
And I’m keeping with my ket
And I’m heaping up with debt
And an autotune ain't working so my bars dropping from west
And my record deal from north
Best know im with no less
Life being all malicious
I'd wanna stop the pressure
But I gotta get more bags
For my mum, im gonna bless her
And i know that shit's abnormal
How you only at 14
And you shouldn't get no money
And you shouldn't catch no fees
But lemme tell you something
I've been all narcissistic
When it comes to the music shit
Im cutting off bare guys, its wicked
But lemme tell you something
I've been all narcissistic
When it comes to the music shit
Im cutting off bare guys, its wicked
Verse 2:
400 in mans house tryna talk real but the snakes always doubt
Man can't lie, these snitches
Theyve been doin up something wicked
Hot with water burn like acid
Drift it, carni, who did splashings?
Drop a rap, dem man been clappin
Had a ting from Croydon, lackin
With the filters, lookin mad like
Why the fuck you try for the gram and
Swear your next ting was from N9
Why the fuck you did dem settings
Den he moved to a ting from Brixton
All he did was cop a fresh ting
Louis purse with her own savings
Got the mandem rapid revving
Easy talk, got easy money
Fuckin bags and fuckin honeys
Who would win, a chef or (REDACTED)
Nevermind man here will get done
Buss a case cah mans on a business ting
Had these fuck niggas go skiing
Back from child, man dere were eating
Had your side girl on a beat ting
But, dont get me started with the facts
They all know her face got clapped
They all know mans eating wraps
We all running with some waps
Call me drizzy, mans on that
And your girlfriend wants me back
Im a devil from the packs
And he wanna get all chat
When he can't do shit for shhhh
And he carried round a bat
Probably with a baseball cap
Stupid niggas do olympics
Cah you know dem man want bricks
Putting 30 on a hoe
Putting molly on a bitch
(audio from instagram live, taken 20 September 2018)
Verse 1:
Milly rock on any block
Then drip then gun lean on a thot
Spillin Smirnoff like im Russian
But we hidin from the cops
Asian boy with Afro hair
I swear these fingers moving wicked
And I called a guy from pen
And he said bros stepping wicked
Got money from these paigans
Got loving from these westerns
Got paper from my niggas
BMP, they love these wetters
And im grinding with my shhh
3am mans been up working
Havin bags like under eyes
Cah you know sleeping isnt worth it
And I’m speaking with my chest
And I’m leaving all this mess
And I’m keeping with my ket
And I’m heaping up with debt
And an autotune ain't working so my bars dropping from west
And my record deal from north
Best know im with no less
Life being all malicious
I'd wanna stop the pressure
But I gotta get more bags
For my mum, im gonna bless her
And i know that shit's abnormal
How you only at 14
And you shouldn't get no money
And you shouldn't catch no fees
But lemme tell you something
I've been all narcissistic
When it comes to the music shit
Im cutting off bare guys, its wicked
But lemme tell you something
I've been all narcissistic
When it comes to the music shit
Im cutting off bare guys, its wicked
Verse 2:
400 in mans house tryna talk real but the snakes always doubt
Man can't lie, these snitches
Theyve been doin up something wicked
Hot with water burn like acid
Drift it, carni, who did splashings?
Drop a rap, dem man been clappin
Had a ting from Croydon, lackin
With the filters, lookin mad like
Why the fuck you try for the gram and
Swear your next ting was from N9
Why the fuck you did dem settings
Den he moved to a ting from Brixton
All he did was cop a fresh ting
Louis purse with her own savings
Got the mandem rapid revving
Easy talk, got easy money
Fuckin bags and fuckin honeys
Who would win, a chef or (REDACTED)
Nevermind man here will get done
Buss a case cah mans on a business ting
Had these fuck niggas go skiing
Back from child, man dere were eating
Had your side girl on a beat ting
But, dont get me started with the facts
They all know her face got clapped
They all know mans eating wraps
We all running with some waps
Call me drizzy, mans on that
And your girlfriend wants me back
Im a devil from the packs
And he wanna get all chat
When he can't do shit for shhhh
And he carried round a bat
Probably with a baseball cap
Stupid niggas do olympics
Cah you know dem man want bricks
Putting 30 on a hoe
Putting molly on a bitch
(audio from instagram live, taken 20 September 2018)