My n***as they just love the waps and cutlery
But they be trappy
All my 60 n***as love the queens face
Relocate if it’s bait
I hate catching a case
Been smoking cookie all day
Leave your room with your haze
Only bands and opps that I chase
I wake up and count the queen’s face
Still got beef on my plate
And I shed off plates with my mates
we’re getting this cake
Stupid feds wanna lock me away
Lurking dingers in and out estates
Big f**k off stones man will blow you away
I got a straight face
Nuttin here ain’t funny
Head shot, chest shot
Or below that’s straight for your tummy
Them man are all babies
Back the shotty whacking with dummies
Big trench-coat with the skeng
When it’s hot and it’s sunny
I’m tryna have some binbags full of money
So I’m out here serving it to the druggies
Most of my opps are bummy
Just talk like their on their grind
And none of my opps don’t bang
Dont bang on the six they lie
Put my hands on my heart we ride
If it ain’t skengs then we got dem knives
So don’t slip and lose your life
Fam we savage with that knife
And if I shoot it it’s on site
RIP and I say goodbye
No hat more time when I step
Them n***as they looking for pu**y
I’m out ere tryna get a cheque
Roll up and blow
Man jump out with them skengs den a man doing ten toes
Skeng out on show
Civilians they be out more then you so they call the five-O
Mans lurking with bro
with a little bit of yak and spliff that I roll
Free jigga my bro
Dem n***as know
When manaman step man im aiming for toes
Boom boom take a man off his toes
Do a drill then go shell off a show
Ay, ay, my n***as dem drillers you know
My n***as they just love the waps and cutlery
But they be trappy
All my 60 n***as love the queens face
Relocate if it’s bait
I hate catching a case
Been smoking cookie all day
Leave your room with your haze
Only bands and opps that I chase
I wake up and count the queen’s face
Still got beef on my plate
And I shed off plates with my mates
we’re getting this cake
Stupid feds wanna lock me away
Lurking dingers in and out estates
Big f**k off stones man will blow you away
Knife or a ching ching
Asap ain’t in a no fisting
Run man down with the rambo
Catch him swing that round and fist him
The opps know how the ting goes
They either dasheen or we did dem
Chopping food like a butcher
My n***a in the bando
Pyrex on the cooker
Cowboy style with the 44
On the field tryna rise the score
Serving shots like a farm man
Leave a n***a spreaded on the floor
I need hella bands and guns galore
Break a pack into loads of pebs
I done a hundred I got hundreds more
Armed and dangerous
Young and famous
Age 15, I was crashing at school
Tryna leave Dijon brainless
Nowadays I’m stepping on opps
Same routine tryna leave man brainless
Dem man der just bummy
Looking like Frank hella dark from shameless
I’m peppering pricks and pedalling bricks
Can’t talk about L they know about me
I pepper the strip
These n***as are bitter and sour
Coming like lemons and sh*t
We’re out here making it rain
And opps will pricks
Look anywhere we on violence
I do shows and I’m still on riding
And i still slang packs in the hood
Still flinch when I see dem sirens
Look all my young gs on volts
When they step they fill it and rise it
It’s still f**k trident
Spent this whole year breaching my license
My n***as they just love the waps and cutlery
But they be trappy
All my 60 n***as love the queens face
Relocate if it’s bait
I hate catching a case
Been smoking cookie all day
Leave your room with your haze
Only bands and opps that I chase
I wake up and count the queen’s face
Still got beef on my plate
And I shed off plates with my mates
we’re getting this cake
Stupid feds wanna lock me away
Lurking dingers in and out estates
Big f**k off stones man will blow you away