K-Trap ● Victory Lap

[Intro]
Yo

[Verse]
I'm in Lanvin doin’ a fittin' (Fittin')
Fifteen K, couldn’t fit in (Pockets)
I felt like Bond on a mission (Different)
I had it in Central, I stay with the sinners (Yuck)
My shooter got Finsta, I wanna know...⇣ More

[Intro]
Yo

[Verse]
I'm in Lanvin doin’ a fittin' (Fittin')
Fifteen K, couldn’t fit in (Pockets)
I felt like Bond on a mission (Different)
I had it in Central, I stay with the sinners (Yuck)
My shooter got Finsta, I wanna know exactly who he drillin' (Bap)
I got the nine M filled up with men (Men), I'm with pretty women (Yeah, yeah)
Trial and tested
G Lock came with a shiny necklace
Double R truck, but they know what we done on the Vespas (They do)
Now, it's award shows (Award shows), still gotta keep this tool though
Should've went sixth form (Sixth form)
Had a hand ting with like six corn (Six), they were three-eight autos (Bap, bap)
Waps expensive
Dеfensive with an arsenal, I feel likе Declan
Do it for the Youtube, now you're number one trendin' (Yeah)
How dare they question (Question) who done it like me, let's sit and listen (Trapo)
Came out of prison dusty (Dusty), now it’s unlimited company (Argh)
The life’s still brutal (Brutal)
Five figures on funerals (Argh) unfortunately
Sent postals too, I don't know why they still can’t talk correctly (Why?)
From the Hill to the Hill (Hill)
That's strength to strength, had the tape with Headie (Yeah)
'Bout to drop the album (Album) 'cah the mandem dropped that tape already (Yeah)
Down the drain where you put them shells (Shells), then we hid the twelve (Huh)
If Bis could see me now (Bis) and I miss Itch as well (Itch)
I think back to house block three and my next door didn’t wanna live no more (Argh)
I'm highly blessed and that's what I thought when I was at The BRIT Awards (I did)
Sittin' there suited, I could've been suited for somethin' else (I really could've)
'Cause that one stage there was only shootings, it was nothin' else (Nah)
Used to cut them middle of the brick (Brick) till I made a million lidge (Tick it)
Rapper boy, he get the mash ting thirty quid, like, bring me the sticks (Post them)
I took off the bally, they thought I was rubbed, nah, I was loadin' up
Hundred plus, A said, "Give 'em a month" (Mm), got my shit frozen up (Mm)
The Richard Mille one-fifty, the car one-sixty (Yeah), but my freedom's priceless
Could've been in 'Marsh or ISIS havin' a crisis, but I made it out


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