No Rules

[Chorus]

I’m on demon thoughts, devilish mode, I step for the calls, I get it in go

I don’t do that shouting shit on the phone, I’ll see man live and change his tone

M- M- M- made *** change his home

*** got poked, then he came off road

Even your families still get wap cah there ain’t no rules out ‘ere no more

[Verse 1]

I had that shotty in my grandmas shed, I was back and forth cah I felt like me

Then four how much man got clipped in a t-shirt?, [?] how much man had the re-up sawn

How much trips did I take to the sawn?

I got ruger 9s in this fours, I patterned the block, I keep it warm, my shooters live, I’ll show ‘em bout war

Before all of that, I was a bando bully

Why’d you think that I’m 36, Got bricks on tap, I’ll flagger the strip

[?] the one no weak tonight, now and then i’ve patterned the kids

Lemme tag this brick myself, when he tried to help, that work was shit, I dare anyone try run in this bando

You get left right where you came in

Them man wanna talk about live, They better mind where the shooting vids

All of my hammers authentic guns, them man got the bore-tru tings, I felt like Nostradamus twice

I already knew them man was shit

Coil it, recoil it, then ping

[Chorus]

I’m on demon thoughts, devilish mode, I step for the calls, I get it in go

I don’t do that shouting shit on the phone, I’ll see man live and change his tone

M- M- M- made *** change his home

*** got poked, then he came off road

Even your families still get wap cah there ain’t no rules out ‘ere no more

[Verse 2]

Been countless times me slapping that shotty, countless times I pressed that stem

I’ll come round Croydon, show ‘em bout sense, *** didn’t get bun cah he snaked his friends

Whose that? Wheel it, pull up, Bow!

Uh, Yuck, I’ll show him ‘bout lead

My man got hit with the corn, I heard a peep, he’s a mess

Separate boys for men, wap that man, I pinged his head, had a spinner like George in Mice and Men, this .45 corn will eat his vest

Yuck, slap that pump, made nuff man run, sound in alert, I’ll show ‘em bout’ guns

I patterned the block, it’s nuttin’ bout love

I got this brownin’ telling me come, but you know how it is, when the mandems drunk, could’ve been more stush, gave her a fuck, sobered up and I’m like “Aww, Yuck”

Uh, Uh, Yuck, Had a .40 live and a shotty in a shed in my grandma’s house could’ve give two toss, with that [?], I felt like [?] when shit got sizzy, them man were buns

[Chorus]

I’m on demon thoughts, devilish mode, I step for the calls, I get it in go

I don’t do that shouting shit on the phone, I’ll see man live and change his tone

M- M- M- made *** change his home

*** got poked, then he came off road

Even your families still get wap cah there ain’t no rules out ‘ere no more