Test My Temper Sus

[Intro]
Traphouse Mob

[Chorus]
I'm an AG member
Opps get got tryna test my temper (Ay)
Won't forget how I splashed up my man
If I get nicked, then I won't remember (No)
Just got chat from an unknown sender
Now I'm opp block doing unknown kwenger (Bow)
Get cheffed up, curl up like Quavers
Bill up a Ceemizz pack, that's flavours (Flavours)

[Verse 1]
Had devilish thoughts in my cell
Then I touched road and raised some hell (I did)
If I want ride bro do it as well
Or D.I.Y with hammer and nails (Bow)
4x4, .44, four shells
Or stuff that dots with two Duracells (Bow, bow)
All I know is buy and sell
Sell these rocks and buy some bells (Where they at?)
No one in Cumbo, skrr to the 5th
There's none in 5th, so I skrr back Cumbo
Smoking Gelato, smoking my man
This ain't Cali, it come from Congo
Shh got caught and hit with the combo
Head and neck and some in the torso (Ching)
Waist and higher
Where are these liars? (Ay)
BA, stuff that corn in a long-nose (Bow)
And God knows, I been trying
Zombie'K, 'cah they're not dying (Ay)
Money and violence, trap and riding
Out this pack then ding-dong sliding
Who, where can chat on my ting? (Who?)
We the reason all the opps are hiding (Us)
We the reason all their mums are frightened (Active)
Corn flyin' out when the grip gets tightened