GSR

[Intro]

Aye Madenka, I think that’s the one y’know

[Chorus: Chinx]

Ring the alarm, it smells like fire

Smoke in the air, we made it hot

Got GSR on my favourite top, now it’s gonna get burnt, can’t take it wash

They called my phone when the trainers drop

I put down the bag and paid that cost

Then buy more hammers if they get lost

[Verse 1: Chinx]

Used to take that dotts, it was nice and simple

Now I just slide with the spin through

You ain’t ever put bine in a cling film

Just got a drop, now I’m riding on intel

I couldn’t get no one to lock that glee, so it took that home and I stuck with me

Got my suttin’, it’s tucked discreet, I ain’t got nuttin’ up my sleevе

[Verse 2: 36]

Before I got on that peddlе bike, I had to tuck my jeans in my socks

I slept with the hammer, live in the bando

Had a .32 spin in the sock, unlimited miles I did on that bike

I used to go anywhere for a shot, and when my [?] broke on the back road

I had to walk it back to the block

[Chorus: Chinx]

Ring the alarm, it smells like fire

Smoke in the air, we made it hot

Got GSR on my favourite top, now it’s gonna get burnt, can’t take it wash

They called my phone when the trainers drop

I put down the bag and paid that cost

Then buy more hammers if they get lost

[Verse 3: 36]

Before the young G’s went on the glide, I couldn’t help, see I’m coming as well

Horrendous trends, corn gets peeled, no shit, hang my man, got dealt

I had .238, spinners on my hip, my jeans were saggin’, I had no belt

Couldn’t give a toss ‘bout a mum or kid, if I’m being honest, I’ll tan man’s girl

[Verse 4: Chinx]

Got bunner 4 bells for .12, and golden ones for the .9

I’ll grab my gloves and do it myself, I do way more than raps and rhymes

I’ve circled the area countless times, I’m tryna’ go clear off county lines

G17 on a mountain bike, with 16 rounds inside

[Verse 5: 36]

If you hear I’m caught lackin’, don’t ever get ducked down

Don’t play my tunes, none of these opps can ever make me go viral

Video man, I’ll slap it on camera

I still smoke on ***, delete that bar, it’s rude

6 on me, i’ll see him and toot, my mum should’ve named me shoot

[Chorus: Chinx]

Ring the alarm, it smells like fire

Smoke in the air, we made it hot

Got GSR on my favourite top, now it’s gonna get burnt, can’t take it wash

They called my phone when the trainers drop

I put down the bag and paid that cost

Then buy more hammers if they get lost