(MP on the Beat)
Bad B wanna step in the party just like them got hate for the rali's
She lettin it clutch i'm lettin it bruck
I step in the game like ArrDee
She screamin out "woi", She screamin out "whoosh",
When I back my bro that's my yardie
This leng one grabbin my pumpy, this peng ting got me feelin all jumpy
Bad B wanna step in the party just like them got hate for the rali's
She lettin it clutch i'm lettin it bruck
I step in the game like ArrDee
She screamin out "woi", She screamin out "whoosh",
When I back my bro that's my yardie
This leng one grabbin my pumpy, this peng ting got me feelin all jumpy
The opp's turn into THC
I'm only 1 5, not even 16
I'm on the opp block tryna cause a scene
The floors are dirty, they wanna see no clean
A scary move but not Charlie Sheen
I dance like MJ, got the moves so mean
When I walk in the spot I spark my 23's
I used to get F's, now I roll with G's
I'm lettin it fly like Martin Tyler
I got big lads masked up like Myers
On the backroads make opp's retire
Make 'em pissed off, gotta change their tyres
Posted on blocks handing out their flyers
(Boy goes missin) He's dead you liar
Make ya team scream high pitch like choirs
Puff on that spliff, get ten times higher
Tread on that pitch when i'm ten toes down
Got my boots laced up where the fuck's my crown?
Steppin OT but he ain't done nowt
Bunch of jokemen I don't hear no sound
Before I rap bars, gotta roll that loud
Blow my smoke out get lost in a cloud
Ya bitch is crusty, and her man is a clown
She smellin musty, I can smell her from town
Watch out for the drip or ya might just drown
Opp's get laid out right down on the ground
I been writing for years but I just got found
Blue on the weekends like Mason Mount
Got my bands up, too much I can't count
Pack like 2g's in my spliff no doubt
On these backroads tryna fire these rounds
Get one in the head then you're down and out
Scream out "woi", and I scream out "whoosh"
Your boy got dropped for throwing out P's (Pussio)
Don't want your 'nani I just want head
Woi, come back and back your boy
Canada Goose like i'm from London
Leng one, and she right from Ghana
Fling that corn when I jump out the rider
Swing and ying my arms in four's
I swing my arm inna figure of 8
A92 lemme swing dat back
Not on drills lemme bring dat back
Snapchat ting no IG beef
You talkin' bout backin' but you got dropped
But wait, ain't that your boy?
Come get this D in person
No talkin Digga bouta scream out "woi"
(Can't run wit a blade i'm ten toes down)
Anti-Lock when I slide in the 6
Lean, swing and she love that view
Jump out gang like boy what's goodie
Back on drills lemme talk my ting
Shots and shots, why you talk like that?
Hate on me, can't be like me
All of my bro's they step on the scene
I'm tapped in the head when I watch them bleed
Red on the scene but I love that view
Mask on face, no Covid case
Blacked out gloves, and I won't leave a trace
Watch them bleed I wanna watch him die
Bro's in the air like he's takin a flight
Talk that once but you're not on me
But, I can't make this up
Smokin that pack wit the boy's, Back wit the boy's
Whippin in the trap wit the boy's
Got 20 or more hoes racked wit the boy's
MVP's know us, we done trapped wit boy's
Got waps on waps on waps
And you wanna try us guaratee you'll get splashed
I ain't fuckin with basic bitches, I rate them hoes with class
Do the runnin man like grant man in the back
Can't see my whip, cuz imma gap quick like your daddy did
Money moves I ain't talking fibs, Even if it's a little bit
I still run the ting up and i'm gettin lit
Talk on me i'll have the whole clip empty
I want a Moncler like my name is Henry
Ride and dash, we the man that they envy
Cut man up we don't smoke, blade is lengthy
Man come at me with the pumpy
Wanna at me, gettin all jumpy
Knock man, they didn't jump when a boy
Was infront of their face just bumpy
Gotta spliff and I puff my shit
Even if we got caught for the things we did
Gotta ride down opp's we just swing our fists
No lane for the fakes, all we got is wins