Bellator - Skepta

For my dawgs on the wing

This is for my brothas in the grave

This is for my brothas in the grave

And my dawgs on the wing

Disrespect my niggas, that’s a cardinal sin

Walk into the club, I might be dancin' with' your ting

I’ma slam dunk it, put my arm in the ring

Catch a nigga slippin', getting trippy in the store

I’ma Pop Smoke 'em, I’ma do it in Dior

Michael Venom Page him, I’ma do it Bellator

Used to run his mouth, now he can’t do that anymore

I used to roll round the corner, lookin' to Westwood

5 rocks on me, that’s a 100 pound drug

I was trappin' like a fool, tryna play it cool

Kept that fuckin' tool, told my brothas stay in school

Ain’t no loyalty for shit, most these brothas due to switch

If he gets hit with 26, he’s gon' definitely snitch

Interview me 'bout the case

That’s a waste of a tape

I’ma play my cards right

Hit them with the poker face

Whoa

Life is a gamble, you better roll the dice

Everybody’s got a price, better hold on to your wife

If I send a DM, will she reply?

She might, tryna put you on the flight

Let’s get freaky for the night

Had to grind for my money, didn’t happen overnight

I was druggin' and finessin', had the dark candlelight

All these niggas fallin' off

And I can’t bring 'em back to life

I remember you was hungry, boy, you lost your appetite

This is for my brothas in the grave

And my dawgs on the wing

Disrespect my niggas, that’s a cardinal sin

Walk into the club, I might be dancin' with' your ting

I’ma slam dunk it, put my arm in the ring

Catch a nigga slippin', getting trippy in the store

I’ma Pop Smoke 'em, I’ma do it in Dior

Michael Venom Page him, I’ma do it Bellator

Used to run his mouth, now he can’t do that anymore

For my dawgs on the wing

For my dawgs on the wing

For my dawgs on the wing

For my dawgs on the wing