Hoods Hottest Aystar

[Verse 1]
The MAC kicks back like a stoner
My nigga to the right will box man like he's Broner
Fifteen, you was doing up science
I had the maggie in my marge house like I was Homer
Thank God for corona
Cause we can drive round masked up without getting one look
Didn't know we had the big wap tucked
Look down, oh shit, look the clip's got a boner
I'm a loner, I've already told you
One revolver and that's the problem solver
I got the strap from an older when I was just a younger
Now I'm older, course I give my strally to my soldiеr
The roads are cold and keep getting coldеr
Niggas are old and they keep getting older
Ain't getting no younger
I'll jump out the car, cowabunga
I don't fuck with him cause he's a scaremonger
Niggas know I stay strapped cause it's crazy in the dunya
My little nigga's tapped, he's brazy, might bun you
Niggas doing up slavery cause of hunger
I know a little punter, he was scheming on a girl from by mine
She was cool, she only sold bags of weed
She gave him a three for fifty and he still stung her
What a punter, this is what I'm saying bout the hunger
Try and rob me I'll slap one in your jumper, no cap
Come at me, you better have a big strap
Cause me without a strap's straight cap and niggas know that
Come dressed in all black like I'm Kodak
Caught him on a Thursday like a throwback
And bussed half the clip and nearly left him toe-tagged
Told the driver "Keep moving before you get us both bagged"
No lacking, a big forty-four's what I'm packing
And any time of day I'll get it cracking, real talk
You'll get jacked like that nigga with the beanstalk
He thinks he's sick because he's got some mean walk
Until we give the team a quick team talk
This nigga end up getting jacked
And didn't even know he'd been stalked
Been raw, you've never been in a war
You've never seen a nina leave a teen on the floor
I've been active, I used to walk round with the matic
Cause tryna shoot the shotty, I'd have done a backflip
I was that small, yeah I was that small
How many times have I been in a yard
And feds have tried to come through?
I've had to hit the back door
Got me doing back gardens, trying not to catch a four
Ever been chased by a fed and his legs are so long
You think you're deffo getting caught?
Every two steps he takes, I take four
I'm like "Rah I thought I was tall, this nigga makes me feel small"
I've smoked three feds and feeling like I'm gonna four
But I'm like a Yank shopping and I'm running through them all
Got me hiding by cars, I'm tryna crawl
My phone died, I just about made the call
I had to phone man to get me, had nothing left in me
Cause Merseyside Police, they had me hiding in the bin G
The shit you do when situations get sticky
But I'm hopping in the bin before they nick me, gone quickly
I think straight in the heat of the moment
I've been in this bin for five minutes, I can hear more units
Think I'm waiting for the dogs to come sniff me
I'm hopping out the bin, I'm all sticky
Plus I keep a big stick with me for the man that try and stick me
Spin round your block while the strap's got a stiffy
I'm shooting anybody looking iffy
And anybody that touches us, I'll put them in a spliff