Moston 2 Moss by Robbahollow Lyrics
[Intro: Aitch & Robbahollow]
Got it on box
Haha
Look
Got it on box, haha
[Verse 1: Robbahollow & Aitch]
New track, how I'm killing with the lyrics
Anytime that I spin it, man know that I'm way it
Two-four K on the rhythm anytime when I spin it, that's hashtag way it
I just linked Robbahollow in the moss
Young G, I got it bussed, make a gally go crazy
Tryna' reach the top, fam I'm something that you're not
Why do it if it ain't gonna pay me?
Why do it if it ain't gonna pay?
My young G, Uruguay in the bag
Just watch how I double up a stack
I just get a couple racks for getting pulled up on a track
It's mad if I pull up with a whap and I got a couple racks still juggin' in the flats
Oi, maddest, them brothers, them ain't bad
They're just giving it the gas, we don't it's never that
[Chorus: Aitch & Robbahollow]
Yeah, from Moston to Moss, got Manchester locked
Yo, I beg tell a brother tell me that I've not
From the south to the north
From the east to the west, everybody know I got it on box
Yeah, from Moston to Moss, got Manchester locked
Yo, I beg tell a brother tell me that I've not
From the south to the north
From the east to the west, everybody know I got it on box
[Verse 2: Aitch & Robbahollow]
Yo, more graft, more cash, more tracks
More stacks, more life, more chicks
More graft, more cash, more racks
More rats, more eyes, more bricks
Yeah, y'all talk that talk, but they're talking cheats
Or they're talking shit
I watch that talk, yeah, the talk
That talk where they're talking shit
Yo, lyrically there's none touching me, them man are under me
You better show appreciation, can't nobody fuck with me
And certain gally didn't really try unlocking me
But now I'm doing bits, them raw, telling me they loving me
And now I'm set, girl are saying that they love me
But she just like rappers so ignored, that's fuckery
On this rap shit, man can't touch me
I still got a bar, anywhere I come, comfy
[Chorus: Aitch & Robbahollow]
Yeah, from Moston to Moss, got Manchester locked
Yo, I beg tell a brother tell me that I've not
From the south to the north
From the east to the west, everybody know I got it on box
Yeah, from Moston to Moss, got Manchester locked
Yo, I beg tell a brother tell me that I've not
From the south to the north
From the east to the west, everybody know I got it on box
Yeah, from Moston to Moss, got Manchester locked
Yo, I beg tell a brother tell me that I've not
From the south to the north
From the east to the west, everybody know I got it on box
Yeah, from Moston to Moss, got Manchester locked
Yo, I beg tell a brother tell me that I've not
From the south to the north
From the east to the west, everybody know I got it on box
Got it on box
Haha
Look
Got it on box, haha
[Verse 1: Robbahollow & Aitch]
New track, how I'm killing with the lyrics
Anytime that I spin it, man know that I'm way it
Two-four K on the rhythm anytime when I spin it, that's hashtag way it
I just linked Robbahollow in the moss
Young G, I got it bussed, make a gally go crazy
Tryna' reach the top, fam I'm something that you're not
Why do it if it ain't gonna pay me?
Why do it if it ain't gonna pay?
My young G, Uruguay in the bag
Just watch how I double up a stack
I just get a couple racks for getting pulled up on a track
It's mad if I pull up with a whap and I got a couple racks still juggin' in the flats
Oi, maddest, them brothers, them ain't bad
They're just giving it the gas, we don't it's never that
[Chorus: Aitch & Robbahollow]
Yeah, from Moston to Moss, got Manchester locked
Yo, I beg tell a brother tell me that I've not
From the south to the north
From the east to the west, everybody know I got it on box
Yeah, from Moston to Moss, got Manchester locked
Yo, I beg tell a brother tell me that I've not
From the south to the north
From the east to the west, everybody know I got it on box
[Verse 2: Aitch & Robbahollow]
Yo, more graft, more cash, more tracks
More stacks, more life, more chicks
More graft, more cash, more racks
More rats, more eyes, more bricks
Yeah, y'all talk that talk, but they're talking cheats
Or they're talking shit
I watch that talk, yeah, the talk
That talk where they're talking shit
Yo, lyrically there's none touching me, them man are under me
You better show appreciation, can't nobody fuck with me
And certain gally didn't really try unlocking me
But now I'm doing bits, them raw, telling me they loving me
And now I'm set, girl are saying that they love me
But she just like rappers so ignored, that's fuckery
On this rap shit, man can't touch me
I still got a bar, anywhere I come, comfy
[Chorus: Aitch & Robbahollow]
Yeah, from Moston to Moss, got Manchester locked
Yo, I beg tell a brother tell me that I've not
From the south to the north
From the east to the west, everybody know I got it on box
Yeah, from Moston to Moss, got Manchester locked
Yo, I beg tell a brother tell me that I've not
From the south to the north
From the east to the west, everybody know I got it on box
Yeah, from Moston to Moss, got Manchester locked
Yo, I beg tell a brother tell me that I've not
From the south to the north
From the east to the west, everybody know I got it on box
Yeah, from Moston to Moss, got Manchester locked
Yo, I beg tell a brother tell me that I've not
From the south to the north
From the east to the west, everybody know I got it on box