C Biz - £R* lyrics

[Intro: Young Tribez] ER ER ER ER ER ER ER ER ER ER ER ER ER ER ER ER ER ER ER ER [Verse 1: C Biz] I got the recipe Tr trust i keep it so elegant There's nobody next to me Im fresher than peppermint Sleeping in the bando f**ing been trapping in his damn clothes Riding round with my roof down This lifestyle cost bankrolls Tryna cop a 9-11 Favourite numbers 3-5-7 Tr-tr-trapping on the corner all week Feeling like a 7-11 Aiming for a milli But i know some n***as move silly Heard the game was a little dread So i had to keep me a milli Keep a bad b**h for a tip drill Yeah im eating right with my clique [?] Represent that sh** that we are Till the day that I die I scream ER Shoutouts to [?] f** it shoutouts to [?] We got the best in the town I know that you feel me [Hook: C Biz] We got the best in town ER-ER-ER We got the best in town ER-ER-ER [Verse 2: Young Tribes] I-I-I got the remedy 4-5 what the weapon is Biz what you telling me Man will blow off his wig no evidence Neck so heavenly I spent 8 bankrolls I got the lord protecting me Hoping that they don't raid the bando 4 Lines do a bag a day If you're talking about cash flow We-We-We got the best in the town You know how that goes Nowadays just dress in Balmain Versace my trap clothes Im trappin Im trappin all day In and out of the bando Tryna cop a 4-3-5 As i break down these 4-3-5s I did it by eye Back and forth from my spot 3 times Up and down the M way Trap lord almighty the sensi 14 no 10 plate Me and Hurricane riding in a Benz [Hook: C Biz] We got the best in town ER-ER-ER We got the best in town ER-ER-ER (x2)