Bucktown Kahn & Neek

[Verse 1: P Money]
Oi, yo, they think they're top notch
Roll up, man will start bunning these hot dogs
10 o'clock news, Crimewatch and Watchdog
I stay underground but the ting goes pop pop
I make the block jump, I make the block hot
I turn a puffer jacket into a crop top
Head gone when I crop tops
Call your dad down, get your pop's pot
And when I go all-out, I go nonstop
Two smoking barrels, it's all lock stock
Jump in the cab, cab man knows what's what
Gun's to the back of his head, do not stop
Pull up on your estate, pop pop
Turn an E-Class Estate to a drop top
Moving pro fresh, looking at the stopwatch
Breeze in, breeze out, quick, quick, chop, chop

[Verse 2: Jammer]
They ain't spitting no pain
I was on the block, I weren't getting no brain
I weren't putting in work, I was shotting cocaine
When I think back now, I was fucking insane
Look at me now, I'm at the top of my game
Me and my Gs don't care about fame
Dare one of them try and pocket my chain
Start swinging like Tarzan, knocking out Jane
Them niggas ain't able, they're on 'caine
They're birds, man, they're sucking on Wayne
My Gs don't act up, none of them are Caine
Them Gs are loud and broke, nuttin' ain't changed
My niggas are glorious
Back to the Future, Delorean
Do it B-I-G like Notorious
25 bitches on tour with us, victorious