YA (UK) – Sticky With The Volvo Lyrics

Sticky With The Volvo – YA (UK) Lyrics

All I know is three-six, flip it, get it gone

I get sticky with the Volvo, I ain't putting in a Ron

Had a scanner in my bag, saving that for later on

Come up, now the rats wish they never did me wrong

And when we do it, we go all night long

She wanna flex with the gang cah her ex were a mong

Catch me on my shit, I be back where I belong

Had to decamp the whip and had to run a marathon

Models on my Insta want a night with a rapper

Ex-boyfriend were a trapper so I licked him on a tracker

Straight to the money, I ain't never been a slacker

Money growing on trees, now the stack's getting fatter

Your man couldn't even live it if he tried to

Shout out Javy, pure savage, pure rider

Me and A were gripping when I never had a fiver

I gotta thank God I'm still alive and not a lifer

I could tell you 'bout me but you'd never understand

Just to make a couple grand, had the grips in my hand

I could tell you 'bout chases, high-speed races

If they're onto me then they're deffo getting rammed

Cah it is what it is, I said what I said and I did what I did

I've been radge from a kid, hats off for how we live

Jump straight in a dinger, cloned up, green or mid

This one's for my grafters, this one's for my trap stars

When I was broke, I were running up in trap yards

Me and D licking squares off a bank card

Way before me and A were creeping in backyards

I do it outside the box like Lampard

I really like them Shoguns with them ram bars

On my life, I could never fucking relax

I do it for my two kids, that's why I graft hard

Boot off the door, now the show's over

Skinny charva with a comb-over

So many Cali trees, could you go sober?

I had – getting freaky in a Range Rover

She a freak and she repping it the hardest

But she don't do it like my ting from Cardiff

And she don't do it like my bird from local

She really holding my drugs like a pharmacist

My ex-girl said that I'm a narcissist

Ten-ten Polly, I be sparking this

High as shit, nearly curbed it when I parked this whip

It's not a dinger, push-to-start when I'm starting this

This the life of a grafter

Put the bullshit to the side, only money what I'm after

My dad died, what a disaster

Now I'm talking to the dead like I'm talking to Casper

I'm just a grafter, not a gangster

It were me that were running down the street like Santa

Seen her wrist, gonna add to

Blue lights, blue lights, that's when we go faster

Tell me, are your friends really your friends?

Is your girl really your girl when you're low up on your spends?

Tell me, if you're hungry, are you running up in kens?

Are you putting in the work till it all makes sense?

And tell the truth, would you ride till the end?

When it's time to be hot cah there's no time to blend

And tell the truth, would you rather make money

Or splash all your money partying on weekends?

Wrapped the Jeep mid-race, got whiplash

We make quick cash, I'm talking big stacks

I ain't talking double D's when I say big racks

Sun's out, four-fiddy when I rid past

We make money, dirty money, yeah, let's go

Vac-pack package in her bag from Tesco

From the minute I wake up, I gotta make dough

They got the Datejust ones, mine's a Patek flow

So perfecto, forget me, heck no

I rep them house beats, I don't do techno

Done it independent from the get-go

Multi-milli streams, you ain't stepping outta step though

All I know is three-six, flip it, get it gone

I get sticky with the Volvo, I ain't putting in a Ron

Had a scanner in my bag, saving that for later on

Come up, now the rats wish they never did me wrong

And when we do it, we go all night long

She wanna flex with the gang cah her ex were a mong

Catch me on my shit, I be back where I belong

Had to decamp the whip and had to run a marathon