Headie One – Kettle Water Lyrics

[Chours]
Nearly f**ked 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, didn’t get boom, that’s torture
Even the jakes know that’s 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 I’ve 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 what’s your order?

[Verse 1]
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
Can’t go through normal charges, either the grub lookin’ at me like part me
Until I’m 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 ain’t ever done grime and grind, still do it daily like Post
I’m whippin’ that bowl, kill it in O, that’s why the govs said significant role

[Chours]
Nearly f**ked 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, didn’t get boom, that’s torture
Even the jakes know that’s 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 I’ve 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 what’s your order?

[Verse 2]
Spent fourteen hours in the T, baggin’ the same grub for a different phones
There’s bread to break for me and bro, he ain’t 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
I’m 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, we’re 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

[Chours]
Nearly f**ked 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, didn’t get boom, that’s torture
Even the jakes know that’s 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 I’ve 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 what’s your order?

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