| <colbgcolor=#fff,#fff><colcolor=#000> The Début Studio Album Rebel | |
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| 아티스트 | EsDeeKid |
| 발매 | 2025년 6월 19일 |
| 장르 | 힙합 • UK Rap, jerk, 후드트랩 |
| 재생 시간 | 20:51 |
| 트랙 수 | 11곡 |
1. 개요
2025년 6월 19일에 발매된 EsDeeKid의 데뷔 음반.2. 평가
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| 3.66 / 5.00 |
3. 수록곡
| 전곡 재생 |
| Rebel 수록곡 | |||
| 2025년 6월 19일 발매 | |||
| <rowcolor=#000,#000> # | 곡명 | 길이 | 비고 |
| 1 | 4 Raws | 2:27 | - |
| 2 | Cali Man | 1:49 | - |
| 3 | Prague | 1:38 | - |
| 4 | Dirty | 1:46 | - |
| 5 | LV Sandals | 1:52 | - |
| 6 | Panic | 1:53 | - |
| 7 | 5am (feat. Fimiguerrero) | 2:03 | - |
| 8 | Phantom (feat. Rico Ace) | 1:51 | - |
| 9 | Mist | 2:11 | - |
| 10 | Rottweiler | 1:36 | - |
| 11 | Tartan (ft. ReekzMB) | 1:51 | - |
3.1. 4 Raws
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EsDeeKid & Rico Ace
Intro
(Okay)
(Phew, phew)
(Phew, phew)
(Phew, phew)
Ayy
Chorus
I'm four man deep in this German
독일 차에 나 포함 총 4명이 타고 있지
And I'm whippin' it 'round, the Suburban
그리고 우린 그 차로 교외를 질주해
Plod are on chase, gotta make the excursion
경찰이 쫒아와, 탈출할 경로를 찾아야 해
So I manage this shit like I'm Jürgen
난 이 사단을 위르겐 클롭처럼 관리하지
Went from Henny to sippin' on Bourbon
헤네시에서 버번으로 급을 올렸어
I've switched to a different person
완전 다른 사람이 되었다고
Cut to the chase, now they call me the surgeon
서론을 잘라내, 날 외과의사라고 부르는 이유기도 하지
All over the net, I'm a burden
인터넷을 점령해, 난 골칫거리가 되지
Verse 1
I pull up in that Lamborghini just so you can see me
너 보라고 람보르기니 타고 나타났지
All these people wanna get dropped on
여기 있는 사람들, 내 돈방석에 깔려 죽고 싶나봐
All these people, they wanna be me
여기 있는 사람들, 내가 되고 싶나봐
Me leather jacket's from East Asia
내 가죽자켓은 동아시아산[1]
I'm smokin' up on these beast flavours
난 끝내주는 맛들을 즐기고 있지
Got little kiddas and bigger hitters that'll bang you up for a wee favour
애들부터 큰형님까지, 작은 부탁 하나 들어주면 널 때려눕힐껄
Chorus
I'm four man deep in this German
독일 차에 나 포함 총 4명이 타고 있지
And I'm whippin' it 'round, the Suburban
그리고 우린 그 차로 교외를 질주해
Plod are on chase, gotta make the excursion
경찰이 쫒아와, 탈출할 경로를 찾아야 해
So I manage this shit like I'm Jürgen
난 이 사단을 위르겐 클롭처럼 관리하지
Went from Henny to sippin' on Bourbon
헤네시에서 버번으로 급을 올렸어
I've switched to a different person
완전 다른 사람이 되었다고
Cut to the chase, now they call me the surgeon
서론을 잘라내, 날 외과의사라고 부르는 이유기도 하지
All over the net, I'm a burden
인터넷을 점령해, 난 골칫거리가 되지
Verse 2
I'm a scumbag, I was raised in Liverpool slums, lad
내 인생 엠생이야, 리버풀 빈민가에서 자랐다고
I was broke, no joke, but I spun back
농담이 아니라 흙수저 인생에서 다시 일어섰고
Now I sip this rum and I fund packs
이제 승리의 럼을 마시며 돈을 모으고 있지
I'm a dirty dog, I'm a young rat
난 개새끼, 쥐새끼
Year 10 I was out, had to run cash
15살때부터 바깥일로 돈을 벌어야 했지
PayPal, flip quids for the a dumb tax
페이팔로 세금을 회피해
Catfish as a bitch for the dumb stack
넷카마 짓해서 틀딱들 돈도 뜯어냈지
I kept learning, kept lurkin'
계속 배우지, 숨어지냈지
Kept whippin' 'round and workin'
계속 돌아다니면서 일했지
Me pockets filled with twenty buds and GBP, that's Sterling
내 주머니는 떨과 GBP, 그니까 파운드로 가득 찼지
I'm rolling round in spenny cars
난 비싼 차 타고 돌아다녀
Got heavy gas that I'm burnin
나에게 필요한 건 휘발유가 아닌 고급유
I'm a rockstar with these rocks, lad
난 락스타, 여기 돌맹이들이 가득하지
I could never beat these urges
충동은 절대 이겨낼 수가 없어
Chorus
I'm four man deep in this German
독일 차에 나 포함 총 4명이 타고 있지
And I'm whippin' it 'round, the Suburban
그리고 우린 그 차로 교외를 질주해
Plod are on chase, gotta make the excursion
경찰이 쫒아와, 탈출할 경로를 찾아야 해
So I manage this shit like I'm Jürgen
난 이 사단을 위르겐 클롭처럼 관리하지
Went from Henny to sippin' on Bourbon
헤네시에서 버번으로 급을 올렸어
I've switched to a different person
완전 다른 사람이 되었다고
Cut to the chase, now they call me the surgeon
서론을 잘라내, 날 외과의사라고 부르는 이유기도 하지
All over the net, I'm a burden
인터넷을 점령해, 난 골칫거리가 되지
Post-Chorus
I'm a warlord, kilos under the floorboards
난 워로드[2], 마루 밑에 약을 가득 숨겼지
Rammin' the whip through the store door
가게 문을 차로 들이박아
EsDeeKid, I'm from Mordor
에스데키드, 모르도르에서 왔지
I'm puttin' me name on the scoreboard
전광판에 내 이름을 올려
Pull up, I've gotten me sword drawn
잘 봐, 내 검을 빼들었다고
I'm rotten, I'm sick when I pour fours
난 썩어빠졌어, 4병째 따르는 중이지
Every time I smoke, I light four raws
떨을 필때마다 난 4개를 한번에 피지
3.2. Cali Man
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EsDeeKid & Rico Ace
Intro: EsDeeKid
(Okay)
(Okay)
(Okay)
(O— )
Ayy
Chorus: EsDeeKid
Say you sip lean, you can't plug shit (Okay)
너가 린을 마신다고? 맛도 못 느끼는 주제에
Never paid for me clothes, lad, I jugg fits (Okay)
옷값은 낸적이 없지만 내 옷장엔 옷이 넘쳐흐르지
Late night drive, tell me brother Wraith, "Run this" (Okay)
늦은 밤 드라이브, 레이스에게 말해, 이거 좀 틀어보라고
Posted in the castle with me fuckin' cousin Bloodkiss (O— O—)
난 Bloodkiss [3] 와 성 안에 있지
Get my Kush strai-straight from Afghanistan (Okay)
내 떨은 아프가니스탄산 직수지
Think me plug's tapped in with the Taliban (Okay)
내 딜러들이 아마 탈레반과 거래할수도
EsDeeKid ridin' 'round, I don't give a damn (Okay)
에스데키드는 돌아다녀, 하지만 좆도 신경 안쓰지
Fuck Britscotti, need another fuckin' Cali, man
영국 떨은 좆같으니 캘리포니아 산 떨이나 가져와, 빨리
Verse 1: EsDeeKid
I'm with Rico in the cut, lad, I'm lurking (Okay)
리코랑 구석에 있어, 항상 대기중이지
Bad bitch, dark skin, tell her work it (Okay)
까무잡잡한 좆되는 년, 나에게 대라고 말해
Music into money, I'ma never stop working (Okay)
음악으로 돈을 벌어, 절대 멈추지 않아
Party 'til the morning, tell her, "Never stop twerking" (O— O—)
아침까지 파티해, 걔한테 말하지, 엉덩이 계속 흔들어
Hit me Telegram, tell me brother, "Cop an X" (Okay)
텔레그램이 와, "나 엑스터시 구했어"
Baddie tryna talk, I said I'll fuckin' pop her ex (Okay)
핫한 년이 연락해, 난 니 전남친 대가리 터뜨려주겠다 했지
Girl hit me line, told her drop another fucking text (Okay)
나한테 전화 좀 더하라 했지만 난 문자나 쳐보내라 했지
Scouse kid drippin', but I'm never rocking Montirex
리버풀 출신이지만 몬티렉스[4] 는 절대 안입어
Verse 2: Rico Ace
Mix the Wock' up with my Sprite, turn it Gelonade
내 스프라이트에 코데인을 섞어, 대마 교배시키는 거랑 비슷하지
Too many bitches on my line, I need some pepper spray (Okay)
연락하는 년들이 너무 많아, 페퍼스프레이가 필요해
Me and Es are in the cut, the Kush is heaven-made (Okay)
나랑 E는 구석에, 천국에서 만든 거 같은 떨이야
I'm smoking Backwoods, I'm rolling backwards off that wedding cake (O— O—)
백우드[5] 랑 웨딩케이크[6] 섞어서 피우지
S-S-Say you got a plug, but what the fuck he got? (Okay)
너가 딜러를 구했다고? 너 뭐 되냐?
Is it Cali? Is it lean? What's that Wock' he got? (Okay)
캘리포니아 떨? 린? 걔가 가진 시럽은 뭔데?
Kissing Mary Jane, do she, do she love me not? (Okay)
대마랑 입을 맞추면서 날 사랑할까 고민해
You smoke dawg pebbles and we smoking on Biscotti rocks (O— )
넌 Dawg pebbles 피우고 우린 Biscotti rocks 피워 [7]
What's in that Wock'? Like (Okay)
그러니까 그 시럽 안엔 뭐가 들었는데?
It got me different, you can tell it by my stance (Okay)
날 바꿔, 내 자세 보면 알겠지
I do a bop in Italy, I do a bop in France (O— )
난 이탈리아에서도 빨리고 프랑스에도 빨려
Said she wanna have kids with me, I tell her that I– that I–
걔는 나랑 애 낳고 싶다 했고 난 걔한테 이렇게 말했지-
Chorus: EsDeeKid
Say you sip lean, you can't plug shit (Okay)
너가 린을 마신다고? 맛도 못 느끼는 주제에
Never paid for me clothes, lad, I jugg fits (Okay)
옷값은 낸적이 없지만 내 옷장엔 옷이 넘쳐흐르지
Late night drive, tell me brother Wraith, "Run this" (Okay)
늦은 밤 드라이브, 레이스에게 말해, 이거 좀 틀어보라고
Posted in the castle with me fuckin' cousin Bloodkiss (O— O—)
난 Bloodkiss [8] 와 성 안에 있지
Get my Kush strai-straight from Afghanistan (Okay)
내 떨은 아프가니스탄산 직수지
Think me plug's tapped in with the Taliban (Okay)
내 딜러들이 아마 탈레반과 거래할수도
EsDeeKid ridin' 'round, I don't give a damn (Okay)
에스데키드는 돌아다녀, 하지만 좆도 신경 안쓰지
Fuck Britscotti, need another fuckin' Cali, man
영국 떨은 좆같으니 캘리포니아 산 떨이나 가져와, 빨리
Outro
(Okay)
(Okay)
(Okay)
(O— O—)
3.3. Prague
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EsDeeKid
Chorus
I-I-I just left a show in Prague
Four bells in the morning, I'm still going hard (cppo)
I rock designer, rockin' leather, kid, I'm avant-garde
Windows fully tinted, speakers blastin' while I'm sniffin' shards
Verse
I pull up in whips with bits, 'cause the cheque's retarded
Stars in the ceiling, ballin', doors come heavy and armored
The boys in blue came through to the gaff, but I sneaked out back and departed
Poppin' already, and I just got started
They say, "EsDeeKid, you're so cold-hearted"
In the game of life, I did way more than thе rest could (Okay)
I sip this yak, I'm smokin' up on the best bud
It's dark outsidе, I'm up on the lash, I just got a cut of the fresh dust
Bad bitch said "Es got the best wood," whole fit full of 70's Westwood
Never been no grafter, never cooked crack cocaine in a kitchen kettle
But I've clicked and scammed, I've made two grand, I'm up on a whole 'nother level (Okay)
I fly through streets, I'm back on the beats, I really put power in metal
I'm Prada'd up like the devil
E-EsDee, I'm a Rebel
Swerving, swerving
Don't give a fuck about mergin
I'm whippin' the ting like Forza
Booted from the fast cash that I'm earnin
I'm gettin' up early, workin
It's only that fire I'm burnin
Free all me brothers in Altcourse, and free all me brothers in Berwyn
Chorus
I-I-I just left a show in Prague (Okay)
Four bells in the morning, I'm still going hard
I rock designer, rockin' leather, kid, I'm avant-garde
Windows fully tinted, speakers blastin' while I'm sniffin' shards (Okay)
I-I-I just left a show in Prague
Four bells in the morning, I'm still going hard
I rock designer, rockin' leather, kid, I'm avant-garde
Windows fully tinted, speakers blastin' while I'm sniffin' shards (O-Okay)
3.4. Dirty
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EsDeeKid
Intro
(O-O-O-kay)
Chorus
Pour pint of that dirty
Double me cup, I sip 'til I'm blurry
Won't talk to you, you're not worthy
Come chat shit, I won't show no mercy
Got model bitches from Turkey
Got an ounce of weed and them .30s
I'll pop a piece and a yerky
Just that kid from the side of the Mersey (O-kay)
Verse
In the gaff, I got me Henny on
Pass the jabber, I got a heavy crop
I'm getting laps done by the heli cops
I did two lines of that kenny bop
Hittin' 80 marks in a Maybach
I was making that money from way back
If you jealous kidda, then say that
I put big cash in the state banks (O-kay)
I'm with Slawn in the Porsche hittin' backstreets
Kid, I made ten racks in the past week
I got the vision on lock, you can't pass me
I smoke so many buds like a gas leak
I whip hard, so far, just to get me guap
Got pounds, got crowns, got yen and dollar
Big Subaru, I'm smokin' any copper
Don't bell my phone if you want an offer (O-kay)
Young kid with a head full of chemicals
I pop pills, sniff coke, take edibles
I'm on a madder one, I'm incredible
Still out on the lurk from Federals
When the blue lights flash, no stopping me
'Cause I swerve and "skrrt" too properly
I'm a pirate boy, I take property
Kid, I sip this yak, and I'm popping E (O-kay)
Flex, flex, and I'm flexin
It's your next ex that I'm textin
Said, "Es is blessed with the best"
I'm plottin' up cheques, less for investin
Chillin' in Czech with becks and we're sextin
Kidda, come press, I guessed you weren't vexing
If you don't step, you're swept with this left hit
Sippin' out west, requests for this guest list (O-kay)}
Chorus
Pour pint of that dirty
Double me cup, I sip 'til I'm blurry (Blurry)
Won't talk to you, you're not worthy
Come chat shit, I won't show no mercy (No mercy)
Got model bitches from Turkey
Got an ounce of weed and them .30s
I'll pop a piece and a yerky
Just that kid from the side of the Mersey (O-kay)
Outro
(O-)
3.5. LV Sandals
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EsDeeKid, fakemink & Rico Ace
Chorus
Louis V Sandals (Okay, nine)
Crazy, hoes act scandalous (Okay)
Yeah, these supermodel bitches be fans (Okay)
Drop the pack off to her man and then I go hold hands with her (Okay; nine)
Louis-Louis-Louis V Sandals
Crazy, hoes act scandalous
Yeah, these supermodel bitches be fans
Drop the pack off to her man and then I go hold hands with her (Okay)
Verse
In a kush coma, EsDeeKid fried, I'm a fuckin' stoner
Got a bottle full of Tris, kid, I'm never sober
I don't push no shit, lad, I fuckin' told ya
Never had an older (Okay)
I was doing day trips to the 'Dam, wait, damn
Got a bally on me face and I'm rockin' Ray-Bans
Wait, man, I don't fuck with no snakes, fake mans
Keep a stack up on me lap, I got twenty in the waistband (Okay)
Chorus
L-L-Louis-Louis-Louis V Sandals
Crazy, hoes act scandalous
Yeah, these supermodel bitches be fans
Drop the pack off to her man and then I go hold hands with her (Okay)
L-Louis-Louis-Louis V Sandals
Crazy, hoes act scandalous
Yeah, these supermodel bitches be fans (Okay)
Drop the pack off to her man and then I go hold hands with her
Verse
I'm seeing mink on mink, catch him doubling the fur
Put my chain under the sink 'cause I'm doubling the brr
Pussy pink, it's on the brink, hit the tap and make her squirt (Okay)
Put a snake under the ground, it's like I'm doubling the dirt
She fuckin' with my raps, I'm sounding very different
Swallowing these tabs, big belly with it
I'm fuckin' on her friend and she already with it (Okay)
Two-steppin' in her Loubs', goddamn, Lelli Kelly with it
Chorus
Louis-Louis-Louis V Sandals
Crazy, hoes act scandalous
Yeah, these supermodel bitches be fans
Drop the pack off to her man and then I go hold hands with her
L-L-Louis-Louis V Sandals
Crazy, hoes act scandalous
Yeah, these supermodel bitches be fans
Drop the pack off to her man and then I go hold hands with her
Outro
(Okay, nine)
(Okay)
(Okay)
(Okay)
3.6. Panic
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EsDeeKid
Chorus
When I walk in the room, I cause panic
Runtz in me jabber, got the pills, 'cause I'm manic (O-o-okay)
Four man are in the car, gotta zoom through the traffic
If I've got a problem, know a hundred man will back it (O-o-okay)
War tee with the jacket, you can tell it by the graphic
Never gonna stop until I buy me ma' a Patek (Okay)
Gettin' madder, I'm erratic, can't stop it, I'm an addict
Lad, I've always been a mad kid, I'll never stop the racket (Okay)
Verse
I'm a youngen, wild one, the money's gonna pile on
Kidda, I can tell a fake friend from a mile off (Okay)
Me brother said I'm blowin', I'm a fuckin' tickin' time bomb
This girl's got a man, but I'm the one she wanna ride on (Okay)
Chat shit and, lad, you'll walk away with plasters
I'm chilling with the ghost boys, Phantoms and Caspers (Okay)
I'm rolling off the M-way, you're never gettin' past us
I never had a dad, I'm takin' over as a bastard (Okay)
Get cash, I lashed it, I'm coolin
Cartier shades, and me links are all Cuban (Okay)
I'm whippin' 'round the Ezzy, hittin' turns, Trials Fusion
I'm gone in sixty seconds, leave the grasses in confusion (Okay)
Lad, I'm spinnin' down your block, hot, in a drop-top
Got your bird in a crop top, smoking top crop (Okay)
Lad, I ride 'til the clock locks, plod are on the knock-knock
Liverpool city, every day you hear the shots pop (Okay)
Lad, I spend fake bills, keep the props swapped
Bally on me face every day, I've gotta chop guap (Okay)
Don't be messin' with the team, get your mop dropped
Pull up ten deep, two minutes, have your loc's chopped (Okay)
Chorus
When I walk in the room, I cause panic
Runtz in me jabber, got the pills, 'cause I'm manic (Okay)
Four man are in the car, gotta zoom through the traffic
If I've got a problem, know a hundred man will back it (Okay)
War tee with the jacket, you can tell it by the graphic
Never gonna stop until I buy me ma' a Patek (Okay)
Gettin' madder, I'm erratic, can't stop it, I'm an addict
Lad, I've always been a mad kid, I'll never stop the racket (Okay, racket)
Outro
(Okay, okay)
3.7. 5am
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EsDeeKid & Fimiguerrero
Intro: EsDeeKid
(Hahaha, okay)
Ayy, ayy, EsDee (Okay)
Chorus: EsDeeKid
Me belt comes heavy like me smoke game
White tee, fresh, so pure like cocaine
Young kid, I'm just left in me own lane
Blow it to the breeze, numb mind so there's no pain
Walking round London, five in the morning
I hopped on a Lime bike, going exploring
Made five tunes while you're tucked up snoring
Don't talk shit, lad, you know you just boring
Need a tour life, Uzi
Lad, me life's kinda feeling like a movie
Got the cup and I spilt it on me Ksubis
I'm feeling like Ruby, I'm shooting all the loogies
Verse: Fimiguerrero
My Scouse ting's rolling up the jabba
My Yankee one rolling up the grabba (Okay)
I like my South ting, but she's been a yapper
I fuck 'em all back-to-back, logo of Kappa
I'm a myth, like you lost your friend in Carni (Okay)
Shell a show in Liverpool, I'm Paul McCartney
I've been stacking bread on top of cheese like a sarni
So she tell me choke her like The Great Khali (Okay)
Chorus: EsDeeKid
Me belt comes heavy like me smoke game
White tee, fresh, so pure like cocaine (Okay)
Young kid, I'm just left in me own lane
Blow it to the breeze, numb mind so there's no pain (Okay)
Walking round London, five in the morning
I hopped on a Lime bike, going exploring (Okay)
Made five tunes while you're tucked up snoring
Don't talk shit, lad, you know you just boring (Okay)
Need a tour life, Uzi
Lad, me life's kinda feeling like a movie (Okay)
Got the cup and I spilt it on me Ksubis
I'm feeling like Ruby, I'm shooting all the loogies (Okay)
Outro
(Okay)
3.8. Phantom
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EsDeeKid & Rico Ace
Intro
O—
Okay
Chorus: EsDeeKid, Rico Ace
Blacked out like a phantom (Phantom)
Me phone keeps having a tantrum (Tantrum)
Emo boy, I got the party lit (Party lit)
This song your national anthem (Anthem)
Fuck gold, I want platinum (Platinum)
Me bros sipping on Magnums (Magnums)
Got girls flocking all over
'Cause I'm young, lit and I'm handsome (Okay)
If he talks shit, then I'll bang him (Bang him)
You're banned out of the mansion (Mansion)
You've never got no motion, lad
You've never got no action
Bitch, I'm all about me passion (Passion)
Music, money, and fashion (Fashion)
Drugs and girls come later
In the end, it's all a distraction (Hey, hey, okay)
Verse: Rico Ace
My girl's on my back like, "Why you smoke for?"
Hypocrite, stress turned her to a coke whore
Kate Moss fame, man, my bitches need their own tour
She jealous of the fiends like, "Why you always on the phone for?"
Been about bands, now they call me the strangest
If it ain't P's, I ain't ready to talk
Little man's been the wrong name for the kid
He's the biggest green man since Incredible Hulk
Purple Runtz, man's getting it bulk
All of my haters getting them sulk
Bad bitch wanna get in the clique
Wanna hit of the 'za, she ain't getting no smoke (Okay)
Chorus: EsDeeKid, Rico Ace
Blacked out like a phantom (Phantom)
Me phone keeps having a tantrum (Tantrum)
Emo boy, I got the party lit (Party lit)
This song your national anthem (Anthem)
Fuck gold, I want platinum (Platinum)
Me bros sipping on Magnums (Magnums)
Got girls flocking all over
'Cause I'm young, lit and I'm handsome (Okay)
If he talks shit, then I'll bang him (Bang him)
You're banned out of the mansion (Mansion)
You've never got no motion, lad
You've never got no action
Bitch, I'm all about me passion (Passion)
Music, money, and fashion (Fashion)
Drugs and girls come later
In the end, it's all a distraction
Outro
Okay
3.9. Mist
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EsDeeKid
Intro: EsDeeKid
O-kay, o-kay, o-kay
Ayy, ayy, EsDee (O-)
Chorus: EsDeeKid
La-la-lad, I'm riding with your bitch
Got a 10z in me pocket and bottle full of Tris
Five racks in the bank, put it all up on me wrist
Never fucking with a lame, won't be riding in the mist, nah (Mist)
Lad, I'm riding with your bitch
Got a 10z in me pocket and bottle full of Tris
Five racks in the bank, put it all up on me wrist
Never fucking with a lame, won't be riding in the mist, nah (Mist)
Verse 1: EsDeeKid
Night time and I'm creeping through the mansion
Black gems on my neck, stay dancin
Birds hit me line spawn kill, stop, camp them
Backstage pass cause' I'm young and I'm handsome
Got long black hair like an emo (Emo)
Drugs all-white, albino
Rolling the walls and I fill it with the green, bro
Ice on my neck, stay cold, sub-zero (O-kay)
Members-only, you won't makе it on the guest list
Shout loud, make thе crowd think I'm reckless
Chrome on my wrist, check pendant for the necklace
Young Scouse kid, make it sound like I'm from Texas (Okay)
Verse 2: Rico Ace
Rocking like a star, coke for breakfast
Cartier necklace, Kush I'm obsessed with it
Outside and we're posted with the members
Pack landed, tellin' rkid, "Don't mess with it"
We got tons of different flavours, we love getting in
Came in the rave, pop pills and I'm settling
Only eighteen, labels screaming "Gotta get him in"
Beef, no I keep the metal in my hand like wedding ring
Ten girls on my body, I'm feeling rich today
Ten girls on my body, my girl gon' crash out
Put white in my city, it turned to Kraków
My girl still get scared when I turn Snap maps off in the trap house (O-kay)
He's lit but I ain't clockin; him
All amped up, stand up, Christ Rock'ing it
Peckish 'til I'm dead, Rick Ross with it
Lunch time, pop Sprite, gotta mix Wock' with it (Okay)
Chorus: EsDeeKid
La-la-lad, I'm riding with your bitch
Got a 10z in me pocket and bottle full of Tris
Five racks in the bank, put it all up on me wrist
Never fucking with a lame, won't be riding in the mist, nah (Mist, okay)
Lad, I'm riding with your bitch
Got a 10z in me pocket and bottle full of Tris
Five racks in the bank, put it all up on me wrist
Never fucking with a lame, won't be riding in the mist, nah (Mist)
3.10. Rottweiler
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EsDeeKid
Intro
Okay
Yo, ayy
Chorus
Too much snow kid, coming like Canada
Got kush smoke all in me lungs, I'm running from plod, but I'm lacking the stamina
I'm whipping it smart, the NOS in me head got me gone, I can't fuck with the canister
No days off, I was plottin' with nothin', have money all over me calendar
In this game of life, you're an amateur
I'm an activist, three bells, and I'm up, sippin' Activis
Had to quit for a bit, but I'm back to this
I got told off once, and they slapped me wrist
I don't listen, I don't learn, I don't follow anyone's words
This Jabba's smoking, my Cali's potent, I'm steady sippin' on dirt
Bridge
I'm a stockpiler, got a top driver
Big chain, buss down, like a Rottweiler
I'm a stockpiler, got a top driver
Big chain, buss down, like a Rottweiler-weiler
Chorus
Too much snow kid, coming like Canada
Got kush smoke all in me lungs, I'm running from plod, but I'm lacking the stamina
I'm whipping it smart, the NOS in me head got me gone, I can't fuck with the canister
No days off, I was plottin' with nothin', have money all over me calendar
In this game of life, you're an amateur
I'm an activist, three bells, and I'm up, sippin' Activis
Had to quit for a bit, but I'm back to this
I got told off once, and they slapped me wrist
I don't listen, I don't learn, I don't follow anyone's words
This Jabba's smoking, my Cali's potent, I'm steady sippin' on dirt
Outro
Okay
3.11. Tartan
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Fimiguerrero & ReekzMB
Chorus: Fimiguerrero
Come 300 up like a Spartan (Gang)
Balenciaga in Tartan (Yee)
The waiter beggin' my pardon
I'm in Paris, La Mangerie, remember back home I was starvin' (Oui, o—)
I'm bad at math, I just charted (O—)
Can't let the opps rest in their casket (Okay)
Chorus: Fimiguerrero & EsDeeKid
Come 300 up like a Spartan
Balenciaga in Tartan (Yee)
The waiter beggin' my pardon
I'm in Paris, La Mangerie, remember back home I was starvin' (Yeah)
I'm bad at math, I just charted (Yeah, yeah)
Can't let the opps rest in their casket (Yeah; okay)
Chorus: Fimiguerrero
Come 300 up like a Spartan (Gang)
Balenciaga in Tartan (Yee)
The waiter beggin' my pardon
I'm in Paris, La Mangerie, remember back home I was starvin' (Oui)
I'm bad at math, I just charted
Can't let the opps rest in their casket (Okay)
Come 300 up like a Spartan (Gang)
Balenciaga in Tartan (Yee)
The waiter beggin' my pardon
I'm in Paris, La Mangerie, remember back home I was starvin' (Oui)
I'm bad at math, I just charted
Can't let the opps rest in their casket (Okay)
Outro
Okay