Bashy - Dynasty lyrics

[Intro] b**h! Huh Wagwan You know who it is already man I'm back Don'tcha know You lot's fun is over It's like I've been away, yeah Come back You clowns still sound the f**ing same It's Ragz 2 Richez though man We got that state of mind, you see what I'm saying? 2NV Shout out all the mandem, you know what it is [Verse 1] Look Don't ask for anyone's help Maintain a B&Q attitude man do it yourself (yup) Business-minded I'm moving in stealth Should've seen the way Ur Mum Vol. 1 just moved off the shelf (thousands) Haters know I'm the man I'll drop Chuppa Chup, Ur Mum 2, Catch Me If You Can Hotel? Later for that b**h, my whip is like a portable Hilton man I f** in the back Chips in a stack, your only chips is in Marylands While they hate and sit with their mans I got fans in Japan I got the mixtape shotting and damn I got Mastersteps, Logan and Westwood all spinning my tracks (what?) Cameo spinning my tracks Phoneline blowing up like “ahhh DJ bring it back!” The streets are feeling Bash Haters aren't feeling that That's cool, like a milkbottle man'll peel the cap Half these MCs don't live what they chat Man they're broken on their face, ain't got a chip in their bank And if it weren't for the free Adidas they'll be looking like tramps 90% are living like that (hah) It's OK, them fools-them can try and hate me (cool) As long as like they don't think to violate me This ain't risky roads Nah my badman'll take me You'll get duppied quicker than you can get your nine off safety I'm tryna f** with the b**h with the rich pops (come here) You little mugs is still trying to get a grind off Sadie Will I make a mill? Maybe, slightly hazy But ‘til I make 100 chip I ain't having a baby Dun the hype, I'm not into the hoo-haah Fresher than an Ambi Pure but grimy like a sew-aarr MCs can drop your 32 bar Or drop a 16 and f** it up, I'm bigger in your bits than you are When I touch the mic the crowd be like “Hurrah” I know I should have dropped my mixtape sooner But I was on the road on the loo-lah Music weren't getting me Ps , so I picked a little Q up Built the line, pengaleng started to move fast Girlfriend was like “Ashley, you've gone too far” Scaredem was like “Bashy that's not you blood Music is who you are” And then I thought “For real, ain't trying to end up in a can like tuna” Stopped, got a job It's gonna be ridiculous, when I cop the new car Blood I'm gonna zoom past But I'm not trying to live my life too fast I seen top shotters who blew up First out, now their man is smoking Cuba Temptation is sweeter than sug-arr Whips, chicks and hype will k** your clart quicker than a tumor That's why you rate man that turn to the Qur'an Bible, or even Buddah Cause when it's on it's on Man'll spill your blood on the footpath Can't turn the heat off like a cooker But man are chicken Ain't got a toaster to protect their bread So they get robbed and then them batty man start snitching This road thing ain't for certain man If you fannies can't stand the heat then you p**ys should get out the kitchen