Let it Bang Lad Kerser

Hook:
Where my brothers
Where my sisters
Where my cuz at
Where the buds
Where the liquor
Where the drugs at
Where the motherfuckin' criminals and gangs at
Turn it up, run a muck, and let it bang lad

Verse 1:
You fucking know the name but cut the story short
I'ma take these tablets 'till I'm 44
I'll add 40 more, and start to talk to walls
I'm the realest that you've seen, since you seen me before
Ain't no one like this
Take your Nike ticks
Make your own fans hate ya
Yep they're on my dick
I'm quite quick, evidence is burnt now
Can't escape my rap, even if you got it turned down
Where the street at
Beats get a mean BLAP
Everytime I'm spitting I don't need your fucking feedback
Drop your seat back
You're fucking with a mean lad
Running through your dealer's house and taking all the green cash
You a toy, you think your king with your crew, true
I got brothers that will literally shoot, you
The who's who, South West where the kid be
Youse don't deserve the rest, I should leave it at a 16