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"