M1llionz – Y PREE lyrics

K said she wants to show you drop back
If that’s the case, it’s no deals on a stone
Oh no, oh no, track operator service on my phone
That’s all dodgy
Put on my dead niggas, I don’t wear no poppy
Man rise up and go catch me a-

I just seen that whip circle twice
Is it them funny yutes or CID? (CID)
Y pree? Y pree?
Yardie shubeen, I don’t need ID (Woi-yoi)
I had my shank tucked since Levi jeans
The mandem got the deuce up in VIP (VIP)
Y pree? Y pree?
I hopped off the porch in 2-19
I just seen that whip circle twice
Is it them funny yutes or CID? (CID)
Y pree? Y pree?
Yardie shubeen, I don’t need ID (Woi-yoi)
I had my shank tucked since Levi jeans
The mandem got the deuce up in VIP (VIP)
Y pree? Y pree?
I hopped off the porch in 2-19

No WiFi in the bandzino
Gassed I can check my Snap on the reload (Ha?)
But it’s mad cah I’m only loggin’ in tell this girl I’m busy
Cah I’m in the T hole (Straight)
Started with a eighth of a zino
Pissed when he made 3.3 on the skilos (Jugg)
Now, in my town, I’m a hero
After eight months, they’re like, “ay, where you been bro?” (Where you been bro?)
Let my worker skrr in a vehicle (Skrr)
But sometimes blends like regular people
Ask me what I do, I said, “nuttin’ illegal”
I’m legal, I’m legal, I’m legal (I’m leg’)
Man’s done bun up the M already
So, on the sat nav they can void motorways
Due to punch off my worker’s face
He bought the ding Focus and Toyota plates
Got John say three times on the hotline
Same name, three seperate fiends
My killys ain’t in for Section 18
It’s either county lines or shootin’ up schemes (Bow)
My nigga said man should hit that spot
Bare man just got bagged, was a big operation (Ohh)
Ravin’, ravin’, gotta be the only one in the black population (Blendin’)
And, when man’s in the station
Answer my name to the sergeant
After that, there’s no co-operation (No way)
Four door vehics ain’t got double glazin’
Best mind how you go ’round trouble makin’
Flicky in football trainin’
Line of whole heap of cats complainin’
Waitin’ for time, man can’t even blame him

Shubee Manchester, man’s graftin’ (Graftin’)
This time I never put it on a train
I had it live-O in the glove compartment
Machine in the vehicle, man don’t get past it
Took time when I’m homes cah it might just rass it (Whoosh)
Local dance, man’s hashtag watered (Woi-yoi)
It’s like 2AM, if there’s nuttin’ open
I’ll be pissed if I gotta go Slaughters (Rah)
Jarrin’, jarrin’, I beg you pardon
My mob t’ru any and everyone’s borders (Haha)
OT trips, them man never forward
‘015, Swindon in my Prada’s (Huh?)
Two brick phones on the table
One hotline and one for the soldiers
In JA, it’s a M16, in the UK, shub off six shot revolvers
You ever got a call from a cat sayin’ he’s scored before
But it sounds all bogus? (Who?)
Ask some bit heads, said that they know him
And he scores low so that’s just a bonus (Alright)
And I can’t lie, I was cappin’
If it’s Section 18, it’s a stabbin’
Chattings, chattings, them gyal there wassin’
Sayin’, “that M1llionz yute, I can’t stand him” (Shut up)
Ay gyal, relax your mout’ and start blabbin’
I was banged up, broski got it crackin’ (Bow)
And I still take my three star to Dream Weekend (Ching)
Run with gunman and illegal skeng
Real yardies mix the herbs with grabba
Taboo late, that sexy gyal get daggered (Bomboclaat)
Ay my gyal, stand straight and don’t stagger (Woi-yoi)