Zen Flow

[Intro] Uh, Looney, listen Oi, look [Verse] It's been a while since I jumped up on a hype track But I'm back again and spitting up that mic crack I can't hear 'em cah they're lying and they're quite whack And when they bang at me online I never type back I just like that, thinking that it's quite cack Even though my mummy told me if it's beef, fight back I'm a lion, ain't no witches in my wardrobe You could call it Narnia, I'll wet 'em like a porno I never said I was bad, I never said I was hard But I'm never a pussy, I was raised with a heart Got an Arabic brudda and he's riding for life A nigga asked me the score, my brudda told him 4-5 My other brudda told me 'Pick up on the weed mate' Cah it pays pal and they buy it now, eBay His line's on, got a lot of green, Amazon But my flow's banging like the goals when the hammers on And you don't wanna clash with the darg, I'm slapping it off That's a klash and a koff, that's an A and a K with a silencer on The type of tings you've only seen on COD Satan belled and I bucked for a shot See I've got a couple niggas that are fucking with God Working with sins so I'm stacking the what You're 38, what? Are you slacking or what? Major league, yeah yeah I'm a baller Used to be five foot now I'm much taller Nowadays I'm all about cash so mi na answer to a private caller Straight gassed up like a sauna If you pop cheek get wet like a porna Soz, I meant what porno Diss track it, we shit over your flow And when I jump on the rap ting Niggas getting snatched up, lyrical clap ting I don't wanna hear about your tales or your acting Me, I get it cracking, we are never slacking TomTom in the ding and Beemer's how they tracked him Canned him, sutting like a spud when they sacked him Me, I'm on point, never slip like a amateur Realness on the camera, moving like a manager If you're in deep water try and lie low 'Cause I'll come around and suck weight like a lipo I don't know about six afraid of seven This is no punchline, I just duck from the 5-0 For the young money, I'm prepared for a bird man I can pop bottles, that's the motto, ain't you heard man? Let the sword touch yout's, no little kids Put it clean in then I'll give it back a little twist Wait, did you hear that? For the young money, I'm prepared for a bird man I can pop bottles, that's the motto, ain't you heard man? Let the sword touch yout's, no little kids Put it clean in then I'll give it back a little twist Ouch! And if I've got the dusters No melt but I'll have your face up in clusters Road wealth, gotta cover cake like I'm custard Cook your head back in two minutes like a Rustlers I check the balance that I'm spending then I'm copping In the rave, I don't worry 'bout the [?] dropping Listen, and don't flex with your packs G I'll leave your house carrying the bags like it's shopping It's bananas how I can make a car spin Didn't wanna Google up his name so I asked him A next dude thought he was hard in the rave But he weren't on my wave rudeboy, so I barged him Make your headback splash, sutting like Frosties Pepper might tare through your clothes like the moths eat With the dot, get a man jacked, ask Roxy Know Jammer, no it's not long like his locks be Head shot, situation thin, Sharkey Hard food, chicks, one light, one darkie Got a little dog that'll shock you, Sparkie Let it kill slowly in your 'ead, Hardy Na this ain't the Matrix Bare potheads getting boxed like a 8 jib His chain was tasty so I went around and ate him Round here, leave you full of sweets like a cake bin Leave mad colours on your face, crayon Have a Maggie singing at your face, that's a Trey song Test me and you know you'll damn sutting like a beaver Bare different pictures fam, you can call it Viva