We move random, dumb trappers plan their routes

Hella extended whistles, no band of flutes

Catch me breaking down a box, Crash Bandicoot

The hitters love me, I don′t need gang to shoot

We move random, dumb trappers plan their routes

Hella extended whistles, no band of flutes

Catch me breaking down a box, Crash Bandicoot

The hitters love me, I don't need gang to shoot

The hitters love me, I don′t need gang to shoot

Little baby with a whistle, put the nine on mute

You know you're finished if my jack boys slam the boot

Your mum and dad'll get wrapped, better hand the loot

And tell his bad bitch, "Come, your main man′s a fruit"

Slim belly, big back, man, she′s kind of cute

Tryna be my main, tell her, "I ain't that type of yout"

I said, "I′m married to the game, no ties and suit"

Fell in love with the hustle, can't dump the packs

Free all the dogs on the landing, they love my tracks

This is Manchester city, bare pumps and MACs

We lick raise and shot food for a lump of stacks

I think they′re scared of the hustle, man, these guys are shook

We take Ls on the chin like a Tyson hook

Been through so much shit that I could write a book

Masked up with a stick, almighty duck

We move random, dumb trappers plan their routes

Hella extended whistles, no band of flutes

Catch me breaking down a box, Crash Bandicoot

The hitters love me, I don't need gang to shoot

We move random, dumb trappers plan their routes

Hella extended whistles, no band of flutes

Catch me breaking down a box, Crash Bandicoot

The hitters love me, I don′t need gang to shoot

You ever put in so much work your jobs count the cash?>

I came up off that raw, not an ounce of bash

Try to violate the movement and things will crash

Me and Kiwi devil brothers like Lingz and Rash

I could have fucked the plug's main and it weren't a test

He gives me white ash pounds and it burns the best

Have you high up in the sky like a birded nest

We′re in 2020 and you′re still burning sess

Supercharged Hemi Jeeps, we're in monster trucks

18k′s on the wrist, that's how mobsters look

Making plays on the phone while my lobster cooks

Made it happen off them nittys with the Costa cups

Really came up from the bottom, like, who would have knew?

Had Pateks and tennis chains when no one didn′t have a clue

Running racks through the roof, Afghan be off a Jew

A few apartments in the city with a beautiful view

We move random, dumb trappers plan their routes

Hella extended whistles, no band of flutes

Catch me breaking down a box, Crash Bandicoot

The hitters love me, I don't need gang to shoot

We move random, dumb trappers plan their routes

Hella extended whistles, no band of flutes

Catch me breaking down a box, Crash Bandicoot

The hitters love me, I don′t need gang to shoot