Guns & Kettles Kwengface & French The Kid

[Intro: Kwengface]
Hrr
Ayy, French what you tellin' 'em, man?
(Quincy Tellem)
I'm into guns and kettles, that's what I like
Look

[Verse 1: Kwengface]
Got-got rose gold bells for the hand ting (Woo)
And I got bare new rose gold Carti
Broski tryna blow this farty
And my next bro tryna hide his margie
Can't lie, I don't like to party without my mash, man I do that hardly
Me and bro on the pitch, we're takin' a piss
Comin' like man are Jeff Hardy (Man)
Twenty-five racks in Dior
Thought it was a lot, then said "I must spend more" (Spend again, spend again, spend again)
Nine in the clip, thought "What for?"
It was a lot but I need much more
I heard certain man went and left their squad
They weren't doin' shit anyway
Them guys ain't real, they do it for girls
I'll trade 'em for quickie anyday
Broski still ridin' off safety
Bang that ting 'til his hand goes lazy (Braap)
They say that my flow too wavy
Double tie that one quick, too crazy (Double tie)
Only step out my house for money
Still on my shit, yeah, fuck you, pay me (Ay)
How they rap and lie and rap and die (Liar) will forever amaze me (Mad)
No basic drip, my free to spin just matchin' my kicks
No basic bitch, matchin' swag, got hers and his (Ay, come 'ere)
Flint knife when I diced down Liz and a big rambo when I diced down pricks (Di-di-dip)
I'ma need your size nine kicks, laces too with a extra- (Braap)