[Intro]
Yo
Turn, turn, turn
Edna
One, yo
[Verse]
I touched that stand, I just can't tell the truth
I'm Jim Carrey in Liar, Liar
CPS ask if I'm tryna take the mick, not Danny Dyer
G17, fight fire with fire
God loves a trier
My man sat on the fence, he got smoked
I guess I forced him to make his mind up
If I ain't gliding, I'm the creator, Tyler
My young boy come back to the block with his rambo
Yuck, of course it's a niner
The count was violent and of course it's still violent
For them hoes, they shh, they're sirens
Will end up on the telly like Rylan
Empty barrels makе the most noise so the hand ting silеnt
Them man pissed off cah their time's up
Old and left back round with Bravo
I'm top floor, eating fry up
With my bitch from the south, Mulatto
Fifteen hundred to lick man's head
I coulda had man lookin' like Darko
All this beef on the streets gets managed
Ancelotti, call me Carlo
Bad B from overseas
She fancy me cah I look like Marlo
The nine boys try flip but they ain't doing it properly
Everybody love go on the net and get cocky
That's 'til somethin' gets turned biscotti
They say "More money, more problems"
Same way, it's more money, more options
Autos, spinners, shotguns
They had green light on the gang to rap
Cah nearly everyone can slap
You can go ask the opps who shot them
My young boys go crash it on shh
The same way I had man crashin' on Croydon
He can't be a driller and he from North, I don't know him
I show love to the hood and it comes from my heart, I don't owe it
Had to trap all summer, all winter, all snowing
Man snowing or not, the opps get rode on then they get pissed off cah they're not rolling
Shh got shh by broski and I swear shh got got by bronem
Shh got shh tryna shot and he ain't come back
He just online moaning
It really is liars down, any L man took, man own it
Shh got shh point blank, somebody got hashtag toasted
How many times did he stuff that Focus?
Tryna have 'em out in suits and loafers
I went on a one to his moped, it really gets versatile
Thirty, I really hope that it's worth it
My new opps, old opps, try link
'Til they got cheffed down 'cause they got let down
Sold pebbles, now we sell albums
Savers shh coulda got me, allow them
I was on eagle posted with drillers
Thinking how we could run up on falcon
Now I'm in Italian, no drip, die for the hard pronouncing
Die for the hard pronouncing
A bro upturning with this Latino one tryna learn to salsa
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