G Wagon lyrics

• Put a G in the wagon, slide free of the mandem Had me on the landing, shoot, don't brandish, shoot, they vanish
  And these shoes from Harrods, and these shoes Italian
  I'm far from average, bitch from Paris, lobster salad

  Had my pic on that cell door, when I was stuck in the Queen's prison
  Now it's six figures, make the bitch suck the dick different
  And they had me on a pot wash, now the seats heated and the tops soft
  Gave me air when I was locked up, but they call me first when it pops off
  Went to war with my Scarface, I ain't nothing like Tony
  All them nights, it was lonely, now I'm home, they wanna know me
  Learnt shit from this thirteen, no n**** sent a postal
  Now they're blowing up my line, Rimzee, link, man, when you're local

  I get money in my sleep, akhi , that's for certain
  Pics on my wall with toothpaste, used bedsheets for my curtains
  And I'm ready, n****, anytime, 'cause anytime, it can go off
  Keep a razor in my toothbrush, or a nail in my roll-on
  How I let them n***** nank me, I was tryna get them back, G
  I got spun on a intel, found my nank and they swagged me
  Really wanna see them n*****, but deep down, man, I don't
  'Cause walahi , if I caught them n*****, I ain't ever getting home

  Put a G in the wagon, slide free of the mandem
  Had me on the landing, shoot, don't brandish, shoot, they vanish
  And these shoes from Harrods, and these shoes Italian
  I'm far from average, bitch from Paris, lobster salad (x2)

  Before I knew about tape, I rid and left the roads taped
  Went court, lost the case, Knightsbridge, block the pain
  1200 on the jeans, 500 for the tee
  N***** came to see me sentenced, but never came to my release
  I ain't copping no new whip till I stack a quarter M
  Them cold nights in the pen, my brother Rigz fought the M
  My old celly free drastic, prayed together in the masjid
  Cooked corn beef in the kettle, the plates we ate from were plastic

  Gucci slippers on the landing, I ain't ever been no has-been
  Was a prime minister on my block, way before David Cameron
  Shoot a n**** like a film, we ain't eating no popcorn
  Never chipped in for burners, never rid and made no block warm
  They just lie on instrumentals, say they do, but they won't
  I really had to bath in petrol, I really had to burn my clothes
  I'm a, I'm a real trap boy, ask about me in the bing
  I wore Versace in the gym, really wore my Rollie on the wing

  Put a G in the wagon, slide free of the mandem
  Had me on the landing, shoot, don't brandish, shoot, they vanish
  And these shoes from Harrods, and these shoes Italian
  I'm far from average, bitch from Paris, lobster salad (x2)

• Who is the author of the song G Wagon?
  The song G Wagon was written by Rimzee.

• Who sings the song G Wagon?
  The song G Wagon is performed by Rimzee.