[Intro]
Yo!
Yo Mikey, right now me a gunna put on me white shoes
An' me white socks, wit' me white laces
An' white trousers, an' white shirt, white blazer
Me a gunna load up me white gun wit dem white bullets an' buss a white shot inna ya black bumbaclarrt!
Alright den, RUN THE TRACKKK!
[Verse 1]
London's bunned down, take a look around it's run down
You see them lickle youths have guns now, bussin' them guns now
And for the dough fucking with drugs now
We need it and don't give a fuck how
Fuck what I look like, fresh crepz and if my hood's Nike
If you ain't got my dough then it's good night
Cock back and "BRAP BRAP"
2 shots up in your black cap
My niggas eating you like fat chaps
'Cuz we don't have that, tracking niggas down like Sat-navs
You best stay low like Cadillac's, the road's my habitat
But still I'm like Crack-a-Jack ???
Hit Marbella beach come back and pack tools
I'll hustle where there are 16's and ???
Or put me on the street, I'll eat and I'm full
And yeah I've been run down, never been smacked up
Yeah I've got a gun now
Niggas looking for me well I'm looking for them cunts now
It's a manhunt now, clicked out the shit out
It don't seem fun now
BUSSIN' off the gun now
And I ain't no gangster
But you ain't no Pacino, and I ain't no wanker
And kids carry shanks like it's fashion now hooded up
New York, New Era hats that's the fashion now
And I ain't giving fashion tips, but I'll be on some other shit
And still murk you with some Dolce and Gabbana shit
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