I’m Strapped Ghetts

[Chorus x2]
I'm strapped
And I got niggas that'll run up in your mum's flat
Cover her face with a pillow and buss that
You're not a killer, you're a spitter that buns track
It's like you never knew but now you know that

[Verse 1]
You're not a gangster
Pussy, pull your pants up
I'll leave your whole camp fucked
Bag rocks and wrapped up
Life's a bitch and it's that mark from serious shooter
Lose blood like you're on a period, it's that fucked
Fed up of you fronters
And I don't want to have to buss lead up in your jumpers
And end up in the dungeons
I'll leave you fellas to my youngers
For them, they're free food
For you, that's a setup you dumbfuck
Don't speak pussy, hush hush
And tell your homie [?] that there's nothing he can do when the guns buss
Get yourself a gun
But even if you was strapped, you'll wet yourself and run
You're a pussy, I'm a bully
Bad boy, never been a goodie
I'm old school, you're still a rookie
Still a boomy, still a pussy
You, you're about as real as Woody
Never try come up in my grill and mock me
Because