I just got a drop, that′s intel
Now a man's filling the 12 with big bells
Fuck the drill sceneAsk ′bout me in the hood
You'll know why my name ring bells
Grind 3 buds and bill up a big L
And try inhale
Bootings, chingings, tuner swinging
Opps get pressured on road and in jail
Warn' see red tape, no ribbon
If he′s the past then that′s my present
I got a gift when it comes to cheffing
Wet man's head and he learnt his lesson
If verbal′s got me stressing
Simple, get 'round there and stretch him
How′s still giving me verbal?
When died, like he never left him
We did it again like Bis
And again, you didn't wanna back your bredrin
Got my splash when I get trap fit
So try g check, won′t finish your sentence
Run a man down, he run out of breath
You run out of blood, now he's in the mud
I think 'bout him when I roll this bud
Think ′bout him when I roll this bud
She got cute face and booty
Big boobies, that′s all around beauty
Who's he? Don′t care if he a juvie
Get a boy down, I can't be chosey
Ever since SY named his mindi
How many guys got done by Susie?
Gyal say I′m cute and cooly
But she don't know what I do in QC
But she don′t know what I do in Cumbo
That lightie come like a cross
Be pack, no Runtz, the other one straight from Congo
And I heard suttin' else just got packed
Don't ask "by who?"
I′ll tell you "God knows"
6 in a dirty long-nose
L2, R2, 2-hand control
Turn that block to a war zone
ZK load up, step in trios
Load up guns and hit man′s back
Like, hit man's did, let it burn like Neo
Man sound and look like us
But truss, ain′t wild like us, like Rio
I grew up in the concrete jungle
So my attitude stinks like BO
Gang catch stains, no biggie
Bro no tourist, throw up his blikky
All eyes on me for 2 packs
Still, the hustle can't die like Nipsey
I was 15 tryna be like 50
In the T house with a pack and flicky
Wan′ get rich but beef is frying
Run up on me, you might die trying
The opps are salty, beef is frying
Bro just pepper one with this iron
Bro just pepper one with this i-
If I back mine then bro's backing his too
We swing shanks
We ain′t into jujitsu
How many Lyca sims have we been through?
If bro slaps his then he defo won't miss you
How many opps got cheffed, cheffed?
Belly, back, neck, head
You claim that gang, that's dead
Tell your mum "buy a coffin"
Soon you′ll need that bed
I love a brownie cah she locks this stick
But I love the way my lightie deepthroats this dick
In Brondesbury Park 3 bells got ripped
Now I′m ducking him down, tryna push in this flick
Shit, BA's in love with sticks
If you buck into him then you′ll defo get wigged
If you see me in the ride
Don't slip, don′t slide
That's intent on your block and a taped off strip
She got big bum and breasts, yes
Pull out and buss on her chest
I don′t know why they're wearing vests
Why? Cah got done in the head
SWavey got in the neck
Got shot in Peck
Got cheffed in Krez
Died in Krez
Culprit got packed sipping lean
What a mess (Welcome to the gulag)
Don't talk on me or my shooter
Me and my shooter might glide in a Cooper
Lock arms l, slap corn out the Ruger
Fuck the rumours, they′re only bad on computers
My South ting′s cute but my East ting's cuter
I′m in the field like Lucas
This winter the dotts might lick out your chest
You don't need to worry ′bout mucus
When she's throwing it back I′m just thinking "wow"
Chill, I don't need kids right now
Ching, ching man down, scream "ow"
If I back this ramz, better back your pal
In front of the judge, no Simon Cowell
Held 8, he's alive, how?
Babe′s always wanting to beat
The only thing I warn′ beat goes "bow, bow"
