AAh
Spare
OTB (let's do this), kill season
It's nothing
Pecknarm niggas got the Macs and the pump (got the what?)
Gully niggas on the strip, shotting junk (shotting the what?)
Them little youngins 'round Yellow Brick are hungry (hungry)
I'll get your stupid ass shot for a monkey (shot)
'Round here we got a hunger problem (problem)
That's why the youngins hustle on the roads (roads), shotting junkies on 'em
Keep it short if you've got a problem
'Cause the nigga that you're hyping up to might have suttin' on 'em
I swear to God, niggas don't want me on 'em
I'll just holla at Carlton and Rocks, and we'll just get to dumping on 'em
Don't come 'round flashing your shit (shit)
'Cause my nigga Knuckles hates to see a nigga stunting on 'em
Aah
Spare
OTB (let's do this), listen
It's nothing
Pecknarm niggas got the Macs and the pump (got the what?)
Gully niggas on the strip, shotting junk (shotting the what?)
Them little youngins 'round Yellow Brick are hungry (hungry)
I'll get your stupid ass shot for a monkey (shot)
'Round here we got a hunger problem (problem)
That's why the youngins hustle on the roads (roads), shotting junkies on 'em
Keep it short if you've got a problem
'Cause the nigga that you're hyping up to might have something on 'em
I swear to God, niggas don't want me on 'em
I'll just holla at Carlton and Rocks, and we can get to dumping on 'em (dumping)
Don't come 'round flashing your shit (shit)
'Cause my nigga Knuckles hates to see a nigga stunting on 'em
Part-time shooter, hustling's my other business
If you wanna purchase, don't be coming with no monkey business (monkey business)
Don't look inside the bag, it's got something in it
That's what I tell the bitch, travelling to country with it
Life's real fucked up, but you gotta try and live it
Jail ain't a place that I'm tryna visit
Coke, you think I like to flip it? Clients really like to sniff it (sniff it)
Fuck the government, drug money fam, yeah, I'm out to get it
Wooly Road niggas serving up the pengaleng G (G)
Shotting niggas from the city to the country (country)
Walk around with the shells like Humpty (humpty)
This little rookie's strapped, you can get clapped G
Wooly Road niggas serving up the pengaleng G (G)
Shotting niggas from the city to the country (country)
Walk around with the shells like Humpty (humpty)
This little rookie's strapped, you can get clapped G (get clapped)
There's a lot of running scramblers when the guns go off
Shells straight through, make a coup look soft
I'm the bison of the game, yeah, you met the boss
And I ain't broke, motherfuckers, I don't need to floss
Got bare youngin's on the block that will tear your shit up (yeah)
Quick to strap up (yeah)
Give them the sign, then just claim they clap up (yeah)
Got my big dog, size will calm your pups down (calm down)
Then clap them straight down
I don't like niggas that smile or fake frown (no) or laugh is fake clown
SE17, man it's two 15, plus one 16
In the clip, better dip, when the 'Narm and the Gaza on the strip
'Cause we're know for letting off like the jezzies on the trip (yeah)
And the whip known for letting them toys
So the feds call Shez when they try approach the boy
Don't even say a word
They ain't even screaming "oi"
Pecknarm niggas got the Macs and the pump (got the what?)
Gully niggas on the strip, shotting junk (shotting what?)
Them little youngins 'round Yellow Brick are hungry (hungry)
I'll get your stupid ass shot for a monkey (shot)
Pecknarm niggas got the Macs and the pump (got the what?)
Gully niggas on the strip, shotting junk (shotting what?)
Them little youngins 'round Yellow Brick are hungry (hungry)
I'll get your stupid ass shot for a monkey (shot)
'Round here the feds are over on us
Kicking everyone's door off, nicking all my fucking youngers
I say it straight, there's a snitch among us
When I find out who it is, I'ma put one in his fucking jumper
They got me paranoid, looking around
Thinking that's anyone passing me is gotta be a fucking undercover
Following behind, tryna clock the plate that's on my bumper
Sizzle tell these niggas what the fuck you are under
Ever since I lost Pop, the streets been my father
Get whatever I want, the cars on the Prada
Chains and Gabbana
Most of my niggas go through the same drama
Shit never changes, though still got papers, so fuck all you haters
SN1, Otrizzy, the team, we be the money makers
Letter from an OG, when it comes to paper
Chop like a gater, lay dudes down, and think about it later
Yeah, yeah, oi
Sizzle kiz was crazy
Otizzy, bare fucking nice (come on, man)
You ain't fucking with us
Want me to tell you what's fucking with us?
They're lying, man
They look you in the face, and they're lying
It's real
Yo, shoutout to my nigga Swift (Joe Grind)
Grind it out there
It's real (it's hot)
My nigga Jones (foss)
On some international grind
He takes some shit overseas
It's fucking real, man
You ain't fucking with us
You say you're on the grind? You ain't got no gear, you're lying
Oi, it's nothing, man
It's a bit of fucking boxer shorts inside fucking convas
Eight pound, two.15, three pound fucking 20
You get me? Oi, it's done
If you ain't wearing the fucking Grind gear
You ain't got it
If you ain't got it? You ain't fucking got it
