[Intro]
Gotta get to them, I'll do it on stage
SRB separation confirmed
You get me? Big SK, big smoke
Coming up on staging the burnout of these twin solid rocket boosters at two minutes, five seconds
Fumez The Engineer, Kweng, Carns
Been plugged in
A boy better know
[Verse]
I don't take backchat, no disrespect
Already know the gang and I'm something like Big Fris
Fuck the opps, it's their loss I cut them off
How could I get pissed off? Bodies get ticked off
I hope you brush your teeth before you talk about the big boss
Brand new bedsheets covered in your wifey's lip gloss
You was at the top, but you slipped off (Wasteman)
None of them boy there hard (Nah)
All of them boy there soft
Murder charge ain't a joke and laugh
You think that you shower, when last you jump in a bath? (When?)
I know the gunman that do obeah, voodoo, and witchcraft (Brrt)
Roll with a nine month old baby so they can bring out the mash in a Winnie the Pooh scarf (Alright)
Sun's out, guns out
Bare chest in the Rolls Royce, park up and I jump out
Rich nigga, used to bag food at my mum's house
Heard the boy dissed me, now the boy rubbed out (Rubbed out)
Test my gangster, reach for my chain, don't cry when your face get thump out (Smoke)
My young G love testin' that smoke in the park, somebody gettin' dropped if he comes out (Baow, baow, baow)
Baow, what do you mean, you fool?
Go on then, go on then, draw for the tool (Tool)
Think that you're hard, but you're soft like wool
Lick a man in the jawside with a stool (Yeah)
Real bad boy, but I still look cool
White gold chain and an iced out jewel
But they can't jack me because I'm not Ja Rule
Nah, rude boy, what do you mean? What do you mean?
You can't jack me, best you don't chat to me
Ignore me, turn your back to me
You can't put no nine, no MAC to me
I know you did research, wanna move to Skepta, but you found out you can't do shit to me
Not lyrically or literally
I put you on TV, make history
What happened to your headback? That's a mystery
Five o' clock in the mornin'
I flew out, flew down the road, flew back, then flew in
My mum knows what I'm doin'
And deep down, I know she's screwin'
I fell asleep with thirteen scores in my mouth
Had a dream about chicken and chips, like an idiot, I started chewin'
Woke up, then I started spewin'
I used to put thirteen scores in my mouth
Start choppin' up a next ounce with H
Can't chat to Meridian about weight
Them boy wouldn't even know what to do with an eighth
You bought an eight ball on the twenty-fourth, you're still tryna move it on the eighth (How?)
Them boy don't know about Tanitas with the batteries held in with Sellotape, blood
You would've thought you were looking at your date of birth when I put my food on the scales
I'm in the cell, start biting my nails
Never ever been an informer, never told tales
I roll with four black males
And the feds better lock us in separate jails
And I can bag up the food, but, ayy, you can't chat to me about class A sales
It's the return of the mack, I'm still alive just like 2Pac
Girls in the front row, girls in the back
Spit one lyric, everybody's like, "Brap"
Flashback to the cold nights in the trap
Now I'm in a new whip counting the big stack
White gold chain and the diamonds are black
Jack me? Nah, you don't wanna do that
God forgive me if I bust my nine
God forgive me if I bust my nine
I don't wanna get locked up like Shyne
Dissed my mum, then he crossed my line
God forgive me if I bust my nine
God forgive me if I bust my nine
I don't wanna get locked up like Shyne
If he dissed my mom, then straight greaze
Gotta get to them, I'll do it on stage
SRB separation confirmed
You get me? Big SK, big smoke
Coming up on staging the burnout of these twin solid rocket boosters at two minutes, five seconds
Fumez The Engineer, Kweng, Carns
Been plugged in
A boy better know
[Verse]
I don't take backchat, no disrespect
Already know the gang and I'm something like Big Fris
Fuck the opps, it's their loss I cut them off
How could I get pissed off? Bodies get ticked off
I hope you brush your teeth before you talk about the big boss
Brand new bedsheets covered in your wifey's lip gloss
You was at the top, but you slipped off (Wasteman)
None of them boy there hard (Nah)
All of them boy there soft
Murder charge ain't a joke and laugh
You think that you shower, when last you jump in a bath? (When?)
I know the gunman that do obeah, voodoo, and witchcraft (Brrt)
Roll with a nine month old baby so they can bring out the mash in a Winnie the Pooh scarf (Alright)
Sun's out, guns out
Bare chest in the Rolls Royce, park up and I jump out
Rich nigga, used to bag food at my mum's house
Heard the boy dissed me, now the boy rubbed out (Rubbed out)
Test my gangster, reach for my chain, don't cry when your face get thump out (Smoke)
My young G love testin' that smoke in the park, somebody gettin' dropped if he comes out (Baow, baow, baow)
Baow, what do you mean, you fool?
Go on then, go on then, draw for the tool (Tool)
Think that you're hard, but you're soft like wool
Lick a man in the jawside with a stool (Yeah)
Real bad boy, but I still look cool
White gold chain and an iced out jewel
But they can't jack me because I'm not Ja Rule
Nah, rude boy, what do you mean? What do you mean?
You can't jack me, best you don't chat to me
Ignore me, turn your back to me
You can't put no nine, no MAC to me
I know you did research, wanna move to Skepta, but you found out you can't do shit to me
Not lyrically or literally
I put you on TV, make history
What happened to your headback? That's a mystery
Five o' clock in the mornin'
I flew out, flew down the road, flew back, then flew in
My mum knows what I'm doin'
And deep down, I know she's screwin'
I fell asleep with thirteen scores in my mouth
Had a dream about chicken and chips, like an idiot, I started chewin'
Woke up, then I started spewin'
I used to put thirteen scores in my mouth
Start choppin' up a next ounce with H
Can't chat to Meridian about weight
Them boy wouldn't even know what to do with an eighth
You bought an eight ball on the twenty-fourth, you're still tryna move it on the eighth (How?)
Them boy don't know about Tanitas with the batteries held in with Sellotape, blood
You would've thought you were looking at your date of birth when I put my food on the scales
I'm in the cell, start biting my nails
Never ever been an informer, never told tales
I roll with four black males
And the feds better lock us in separate jails
And I can bag up the food, but, ayy, you can't chat to me about class A sales
It's the return of the mack, I'm still alive just like 2Pac
Girls in the front row, girls in the back
Spit one lyric, everybody's like, "Brap"
Flashback to the cold nights in the trap
Now I'm in a new whip counting the big stack
White gold chain and the diamonds are black
Jack me? Nah, you don't wanna do that
God forgive me if I bust my nine
God forgive me if I bust my nine
I don't wanna get locked up like Shyne
Dissed my mum, then he crossed my line
God forgive me if I bust my nine
God forgive me if I bust my nine
I don't wanna get locked up like Shyne
If he dissed my mom, then straight greaze
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