(What you sayin, what classiq you make this beat?) (Ay, that´s all me still) (Ay MZY, turn me up)
Rest up Itch, can´t talk on his name And then the Opps just wanted fame So their rasclart boss got put in a frame When I said more packs pendin´, we was pendin´ to put one in a grave I can´t miss no shots like Kane Money affi mek, stack it and maintain Step with big smoke like we came with Skepta This woulda´ banged if bro bro had a lecture Slip on your block then my OSGs will get ya I still put faith in bro when he´s revving the bruck down four door Vectra Pushin´ P´s on the curb, plus extra Yo Alexa (Ah shit I mean Siri) Run some ??? I can sip on fester Kway back drills on a one two Vespa Slip on your block then we´ll definitely get ya
You don´t wanna get caught and dipped on the backroad Like kway back when we got down Reckz Or cah´ we left him messed up More smoke boys, we in the same calibre Step with the mop, real life janitor My brudda beat his case, blessings On the phone tryna thank his barrister This G17 give a fuck about stamina He thought he was mad like max cos he locked dem waps But calm down, he just a carrier Them man move dodgy, they ain´t my shoddy I learnt how to trap but it weren´t in colly TT rock, weren´t servin´ molly I´m good and my clientele be jolly Anything man do, they copy Sixteen with a mac and a fuckin´ rotty
Opp block tour, tryna whack somebody Used to trap out a bruck down jalopy Kway back I tried get rich then I hit the wing When I landed back, told my mum I´m sorry Shoppin´ for waps, grab a trolley Skate tru´ there with sticks like hockey We got the blade, ST got the rotty Don´t be actin´ a fool for clout For dem tings you get left in the ground Four door truck, tell em spin round now My nigga move snow, no plough Member´ kway back when I wanted a thousand pound Now my stack come fat, fat like a cow Big homie part of the old school era My nigga had waps in spow, wow Fuck a throwback, they get smoked on a regs´ mayfair One by one, tell a Opp boy hold dat´
Pushin´ P´s on the block, they know dat´ I´m with the gang right now, get a kodak Shorty with a bumper from South I tell her come round and throw dat´ We chop block, I don´t know Niggas get smoked on So they all link up like fuckin´ hoes It gets dark outside, you bet make it home Free the guys on the landin´ They got me back drinkin´ Patrón
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