Nutter, nutter, 'ready said slap, don't lift that cutter Nothin' ain't Chris like Tucker Where man get spread on the street like butter Fuck off fucker, I'm still tryna make man suffer I didn't come home for supper, probably out tryna get that one up Nuff man's skin got bun up Where was you on my come up? Sweet one, pum-pum, turn up On a juug from night till sun-up She wants my notes on a Mabel ting But she can never be my lover I won't call JB my mate cah that nigga there my brother I got all the GBGs and they got my back like yard have Dodas Anything opp get callus, done, turned salad We really ain't got no manners, why you think that the opps can't stand us? Roll with swords and fuck-off hammers I done it, didn't care about cameras In the booth with Charlie-Charlie, now everybody hates like Chris I swear when bro says, "Walahi", some will end up getting fried like chips Not a couple hundred pound or more that's coming in dribs Those things ain't coming in cribs, they're locked with someone governing it Get your shit Jacked like Sparrow, made that beat like M1 Bad B dishing out nothing but skrung, give me and my friends some With a leng one Pulling off with a leng one I was out late tryna dish those packs I really didn't care if the feds
I took nuff trips like Mister Bean and I let that spray like Mister Sheen I forgot to call her back, now I got a sweet one pissed with me I ain't got time to waste, no time, I'm just tryna make history Literally this new hand ting's got the sickest beam Lurk 'round, don't see no one, pull up at your door like, "Trick or treat?" I done it before, still do that now I'm really tryna rip that t-shirt Pullin' up **** was **** burst Oi, oi who's that yute? Reverse
Drilled and failed Them man drilled and failed Best think before drilling on us 'cause you might get killed as well Handle the clutch with skill Do the same on drills as well His skin got peeled as well He never turned us but he spilled as well Dots twinnin' like Zack and Cody, rambo still get wheeled as well Five in the coupe like Jackson 5 Comfy cah it's filled with bells Long one, rusty 12, the small one's sitting on the side of my pelv' I ain't really got time for girls but I ran through nuff, now skrung get shelled Shell it, shell it, 300 man, rev it, rev it Seen a lot of man leg it, leg it This beef now, can't dead it, dead it Kweng it, kweng it Chef it, chef it Them man have respect yet the GBs winning, yes, I said it Naughty 40, dirty 30, man get done for mouth On the block all day like a low life, they don't come around They change their route, they snap main bricks, they ain't coming town The whole of the guys think different GBs pull up, it's going down
The scoreboard got misconstrued How are they fucking winning, we had two in the famous Peugeot That's the real definition of twinning If only they knew the risk I took, I was definitely out here chingin' I got bagged for a couple of them cah they were definitely out here singin'
I step with the GBs, I don't step with no one else Two hammers up, it's about to be a bumpy ride, I ain't talking Stealth Look, and M man's health with a **** and it Saunders well Me, I got badders for days but I ain't got time for girls Jakes on me, oh well, they want me on a wing like Gareth Bale I really don't know what happened, that day I was with my girl Put me to the test, no, I won't fail Free my bros out the fucking jail I done it with grips and slap as well
Look I can't name a lot of man that go harder than man Drillin' and trappin' weren't part of the plan Half my niggas on road, the other half in the can Tryna stay focussed before I claat up a man Music's goin' mad I got fans and my pocket's lookin' fat I got grands, I ain't just a little hood rat I got plans, his wig got pushed back Oh damn
I was in 'Dam, even there I had it Hella things around man, no go-go gadget Bro-bro grab it and let that pop Me, I'm the real definition of a savage Humble and preserved, I don't talk too much The opps stay lying in chalk too much Can't stand a bad B, they stalk too much You're a good yute, I know you, stop talking tough
Mum's got four, I'm the rebellious one Sweet one saying, "Why you so rebellious hun?" Love all my brothers, that's genuine love I defo made a killing off pebbling grub
I was up suh, so much spots Dirty sofas getting so much spots And I ain't in pebs, that's so much rocks I was really doing trap, I know about guap I don't know about stop, I ain't hearing that And all them fake jewels, I ain't wearing that Who's this bad one staring at I think she wants a piece of me but I ain't tearing that The GBGs really get back guys Tryna take my respect so I got back mineTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
