(M1 On The Beat)
(M1 On The Beat)
If it ain't 'bout these racks
Don't call if you don't want airtime (These racks)
Go and get guap in my spare time
I can put money on your head like a hairline (On your head)
Black boy but my diamonds white
And these stones glow in the dark (Ching)
Reach for my chain, lift it, let go, blast
I'll slap my hood up
And slap this chrome out your heart (Slap it)
Rip up jeans and ruin the drip
But the black blade folds apart (Ching)
Why the opps washed up like plates?
We got a new dinger, no plates (Skrrr)
Wind me up, I just wind that window (Wind it down)
And leave your whole block in tape (What you doing?)
Took one pull on my spliff
Now I'm telling Chante 'wine her waist' (Aye come)
I'm way too gone to be runnin' from jakes
I pray I survive this chase
Best of both, these worlds for the cats
Grub that's global, serve that, local
Whip that and watch that, snowfall
How many grams have I weighed in total? (Gone)
All them trips on the train
Pray I don't get stopped by the exit
Took so many yutes to cunch
And even girls coulda grabbed, ain't sexist (Nah)
Like Whoo's got a whole lot of laces
But this one's peng with a frontal (Peng)
Roll with 6 in this 4's,
I was doin' '6 for 40' bundles (Yo)
Fendi coat when it's rainin'
All this ice and my jumper's frozen (Ice)
Patek on my wrist, it's golden
Make your gyal wanna buss that open (She buss it)
Anytime we fuck, she suck that
A hundred in my Gucci rucksack (Hundred)
Cut thru the city with a thot from Insta
Don't tell your friend that we done that
Spent 5 years stuck in the bin
Judge really want me locked 'till I'm old and grey
Now I got brown ones, too much lighties
But this one named Sky, she's grey (errrgh)
And my yardie back's amazing
She buss for the gang and we call her "Grace"
Call -s, and I ain't gotta ask
Cah I know he got his knife on ready to shave (Shave that)
Rub them bells, nah this one's ready to blaze (Boy)
Shot my spliff, it's ready to blaze
Diallin' -, with his devilish ways (Evil)
You can die in seconds, 20 different ways
Drawin' me out 'till he's dead in the grave (Dead)
Flicks and roach on the curb
And kick man's head on the pave (Kick it)
Silly with kweng in the rave
Don't get kweng in your face (Kweng)
Do you ever touch us with your blade? (Never)
And she only fucks with rappers
And I only fuck bitches with braids (With the plaits)
I'm in a Blue SVR, I need more space
Tell them, "Clear out the lane" (Skrrr, Skrrr, Skrrr, Skrrr, Skrrr)