text: Kettle Water Lyrics
  Nearly fucked up this whip, too much kettle water
  Still gotta trust this whip to go get my kettle watered
  Fifty six days in the T house, didnt get boom, thats torture
  Even the jakes know thats out of order, cah they just made me lose a fortune
  One leather on a tracky and Jordans, come like my costume
  You know all the shit that Ive gone through, now my bezzle watered
  Wish I could stop at the nearest BP, get my petrol sorted
  On my only stop is the T house, ring-ring, trap, now whats your order?
  Fried down Fire In The Booth with Charlie, it was just fire in the T with Charlie
  Had to tell the fiend, shh, stay silent cah every noise at the door it alarms me
  Cant go through normal charges, either the grub lookin at me like part me
  Until Im suttin tryna off this green, no cutter do the hustle all in my archies
  Done bagged up so much crack, I think I got it all in my arteries
  Still go spend this prof on waps, aim it straight, treat it like archery
  I aint ever done grime and grind, still do it daily like Post
  Im whippin that bowl, kill it in O, thats why the govs said significant role
  Nearly fucked up this whip, too much kettle water
  Still gotta trust this whip to go get my kettle watered
  Fifty six days in the T house, didnt get boom, thats torture
  Even the jakes know thats out of order, cah they just made me lose a fortune
  One leather on a tracky and Jordans, come like my costume
  You know all the shit that Ive gone through, now my bezzle watered
  Wish I could stop at the nearest BP, get my petrol sorted
  On my only stop is the T house, ring-ring, trap, now whats your order?
  Spent fourteen hours in the T, baggin the same grub for a different phones
  Theres bread to break for me and bro, he aint gotta break bread from a different loaf
  I got both opp blocks under pressure, same way I took the presser and did it with both
  Im tryna put a opp boy on a stretcher, talkin bout stretchin, man did it with coke
  Bruck down dinger or moped, I got the .38 spins, bro cloned it
  Two spin tings deep, were rollin, step and make the whole estate take notice
  I was sittin in the T with cokeheads, shottin to Jenny from the block, not Lopez
  This white and brown like my OT line, always left the green last like gold does
  Nearly fucked up this whip, too much kettle water
  Still gotta trust this whip to go get my kettle watered
  Fifty six days in the T house, didnt get boom, thats torture
  Even the jakes know thats out of order, cah they just made me lose a fortune
  One leather on a tracky and Jordans, come like my costume
  You know all the shit that Ive gone through, now my bezzle watered
  Wish I could stop at the nearest BP, get my petrol sorted
  On my only stop is the T house, ring-ring, trap, now whats your order?1Embed