Lemme Get a Lighter

[Intro: Karma and Kwengface] Ay Saph, turn me up Ay Kweng, lemme get a lighter Lemme just light up the - quick Karma, Karma, gang [Verse 1: Karma and Kwengface] If you really bad like you say so, why you not tryna put blades in canerows Shave those, wet a man down no rain coat Splash, make a man sign out like Shaybo Can't get cuffed by plainclothes Ten toes dash from the sound of Vaidos How many times have I creased my Fazo's? (How many?) Been a bad boy no halo Yo, rambo through a man's canerow, stay low Got big guns like NATO Or push my shank and spin it, innit Really tryna do man painful Control that dots man's able Wound him, really tryna leave man fatal Had, racks before the label, I'm in O with Pat and Rachel (True) No I ain't no holiday island, but I'm a Bora Bora (Ching) My guys love riding, riding, Dora, gang love doing explorer It's my guys that are going exploring The opps love dash I ain't got endurance Step with my nank can't lack I ain't tryna get packed like brand-new Jordan's Yo, man just do it like Mike Man just lift him in the air like Jordan Or do it with my Rambo knife Opp boys know I'm a chef like Gordon Slide round there, man bore them, bore them All of this done got boring See LR, that's my fella, man I leave a man Stephen Hawking [Chorus: Karma and Kwengface] Ay Kweng, lemme get a lighter Lemme just light up the GB, quick Shh, shh, set it on fire Feds on us and its dire Feds on us like the jakes in the Wire Yo, guns still sing like the choir Roll up an opp just to get a bit higher You don't bang guns you're a liar Ay Kweng, lemme get a lighter Lemme just light up the GB, quick Shh, shh, set it on fire Feds on us and its dire Feds on us like the jakes in the Wire Yo, guns still sing like the choir Roll up an opp just to get a bit higher You don't bang guns you're a liar [Verse 2] Position it right and beat it Karma sutra man just tap, tap, tap on the wap like a keyboard for a computer You don't wanna see S that shooter with 19 sweets in that sexy Ruger You don't wanna see S that shooter with 19 sweets in that sexy Ruger Yo, bad B giving me slop I got her saved on my phone as Hoover Tryna go tap, tap on the oldest ting man call it the cougar Just see jakes on the right tryna flash their lights man's gotta manoeuvre Gyal wanna be my bae gotta lean out the pass and be my shooter Gyally all catty and desperate no I ain't showing no love or an effort The life that I live be hectic, beef and money tryna keep that seperate Yo, been on your block no Tetris with members tryna show man vengance (no cap) My side's full of Gunners, come like Pecks should've been named Emirates Vengeance, vengeance we can't end this, we slide round with the fullest intentions If I touch your block seeing red its ments, won't stop till suttin gets mended Slim fits and shirt in a OT spot, true say, a man's blending If I slap this wap you're packed, you ain't coming back, they can't mend it [Chorus: Karma and Kwengface] Ay Kweng, lemme get a lighter Lemme just light up the GB, quick Shh, shh, set it on fire Feds on us and its dire Feds on us like the jakes in the Wire Yo, guns still sing like the choir Roll up an opp just to get a bit higher You don't bang guns you're a liar Ay Kweng, lemme get a lighter Lemme just light up the GB, quick Shh, shh, set it on fire Feds on us and its dire Feds on us like the jakes in the Wire Yo, guns still sing like the choir Roll up an opp just to get a bit higher You don't bang guns you're a liar