Aystar - Trendsetter (P110) lyrics

P110, Trendsetter, USG You know who it is Listen, Yo No way out the system I think its time to live with it Im a big man with the strap, nah I ain't a kid with it So you won't see me Cheddar bobbin up my sh*t with it You see me on the strip with the sh*t With the extra clip with it Listen I'm ready to get it popping You know me G Don't give a F*ck about nothing If it's beef, then its beef It is what it is I'll just run up to your whip with the 5th And let it spit Bang! Start popping up your sh*t Running up with 9 mils Take the lock off Let it lick I'll treat the sh*t like champagne I'll let it pop off, like the lid I don't care if you're a dad I'll let the Glock off at your kid, listen Its best you switch it up Listen, You'll be surprised how These little things be lifting n*ggas up Im talking 5 inch barrel. 45 Calibre 11 in the clip, i'm aiming at ya to ma**acre Look, i'm getting back at ya Look, i'm about to slap at ya I'm in your mums house Holding you hostage, with the strap to ya Think its all talk Until i actually clap at ya And now you're on the floor from a slug The sh*t splattered ya, listen No strap, i'm still attacking ya I'll shank a n*gga up Or punch him up i ain't just slapping ya Look, if you need boying, its beef Of course im backing ya But most man ain't backing ya They'll watch man just batter ya None of that where im from You ain't backing me then f*ck off 'cus im the first there with the ting Ready to bust off If its beef Not no more, i'm me own man Can't influence me to do sh*t I've got me own plan Im cold, snow fam Got flows, you know fam Ain't skeppin em,.......... I'll be rolling with the blade Ready to poke man So pick your times right Before you even try to provoke man I'm a slimey c*nt I will size you up Pick a weapon of choice And leave you with a Snidey lump on the side of your face For when you wake up Take your jake up And leave your mate tryna fix your face with make-up You'll be chilling grazed up While i'll be chilling raised up Off this jacob I sold it to me mate, look, now Theres a big smile on my face look Yeah i'm made up, trust me crime pays up What? so its a war ting, dont talk sh*t to me Cus you've been out all night snorting You're twisted and ga**ed, so i'mma lowe you till the morning Cus if i check a guy I'm leaving n*ggas in the walk-in F*ck a warning Im giving man a caution And You only get one, before i leave a n*gga scorching So best you be cautious Who you walk with And who you talk with And who you be eating beef and pork with Cuz n*ggas talk sh*t Run back and talk sh*t And certain man don't talk it they'll just leave man all stiff Get me drift I know a couple k**ers from the bits Most of them have turned snitch Some of them got rich and then dipped Buts some are still about on the strip But they don't brag So hardly no one knows Its a myth And thats how they'll keep it You want beef, they'll beat it They ain't clapping from far They're running up to make you eat it Im from liverpool Where its all happening Where n*ggas pack big 45s And they'll be clapping em