[Pre-Intro - Grima] x2
Already blazin' it
We turn the rave [?]

[Chorus - Grima] x2
Jump out the whip already blazin' on my zoot
We turn up and turn the rave into a zoo
Might get sticky if I'm aimin' it at you
Best be payin' me my dues, out here makin' money moves

[Verse 1 - Grima]
Out here and that's facts bro
Tryna make my stacks grow
A lot of money wanna talk tough
But they ain't really got no backbone
Tryna up my bankroll
But it's only cash with the dank so
So many gotta make this music money
Right now til they bless my tax code
Tracksuit with my hat tho
When I'm in that mode
Whether I'm grafting
We're speeding away, they're parking
But we're keeping away whеn I'm sparring
(Man I'm in studio please stop ringin' my phone it's jarring
I don't wanna work with you so stop asking
You will nеver merk the tune if you're barring)
You're garbage
So I'm takin' him out like a bin man
It's hurricane season
Anyone here can get hit like in the [?] that I [?] man
Crilly on job like a hitman (he's not acting a big man but)
When I turn up
Watch a persona drop like you're steppin' in quicksand
Big [?] sinkin', [?] stinkin'
When we turn up it turns to a zoot
On then a second, holdin' a fresh'un
Stood outside I'm blazin' a zoot
Duppy a set and collect the cheque
Quick pic with the fans then I'm making a move
I'm cravin' the food
We gotta be in Bristol by two
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