[Part I: Produced by X10]
[Verse]
See, you never did know, that the opps still talkin' smoke
When he got chinged and he got shot, what a-what a fuckin' joke!
Ayy, take a two toke, don't choke, that's Abzlato with the roach
We're takin' a trip, yeah, we doin' the most
It's the-it's the broad day ching for me
We done 'em so gracefully
Now, we skrr from A to B
I see boydem chillin' in my rear view-rear view, please move away from me
Now, PS got-got in the playground, and then at school
That's not PG for the kids, you fool
Ayy-ayy, learn how to use your tool
The Prince of Wooly, 'nuff man won't feel it
So-so lеt me-so let me rеpeat it
The Prince of Wooly, you fuckin' eediat
Now, I think that I prove my point
You know what we had in the last one, so we know we got Lavz in a joint
No AA, so we bring them toys
Ayy-ayy, come out and back your boy
Side by side, two cylinder choose
I'ma crash this corn, don't do it for the views
And you can get got if you fuck with the 2's
I just wanna know where they hang, but this opp thot can't stop sendin' me nudes
She said that I'm way too rude, she just wanna arch it and scream out Loose
Tell-tell-tell-tell Kwengface pattern up
Your little-your little girlfriend, no, I don't wanna jeet her
Told her, "Bring my man to the warehouse"
We can go Edgware n' grab a little shisha
Lil'-lil'-lil' bro's in the bando with Becky, when man's at yard, tryna jeet down a Keisha
Chest on my head, so I like this reefa
Violent diamond, check my demeanor
Who's that, broski? Arriba-riba
Jump out quick, let me swing my Sabrina
Then-then-then-then go suck a teenage witch
Man's out for the kill, not some teenage shit
.15-.15 inch, that's some teenage drip
I'm a grown arse man, yeah, we roll with sticks
Holded cell, best stand by the door
Before you get your head back bust
Never may ask 'cah the man they bluff
They say that they lean with guns
I say that they listen to too much Russ
Been-been-been on smoke and everyone knows
In Pecks, Y8, send everyone home
If not-if not, red tape and cones
Friday, your fast food shop was closed
'Cah Rhyno-'cah Rhyno took man's soul
Yuck, yuck
That one was nasty
In North when I'm lookin' for
But I don't know why
Real bad boy drill not' 'bout the lies
Stand outside, might get yourself fried
'Cah we won't stop drillin' till all of them die
Not you tellin' me 'bout beef
You know, I've seen in the streets
Chest shot gang, yeah, we made a man leak
We done it behind the scenes
Opp thot said she don't know where they hang
Liek-like-like baby, don't lie to me
'Cah that's gonna cause some problems
Right now, man, you know, man's on them
Get out and chop them, got them, got them
Just after I spot them
[Part II: Produced by X10 & AV]
[Intro]
AV
X10
[Verse]
I see the internet takin' the fools
When we was out there with a bally and 2
O'Sullivan, hittin' them shots like it's Pool
Was thinkin' he's cool
But now, I'm out here, I'm tryna wet him
They gon' tell me that that's ments
But you don't know the feelin' when you're losin' all your friends
Now, I lost my dad too, kinda mad, I won't pretend
Bad boy from the ends, M17, to be precise
And if you mocked it and I didn't, akh, nigga, don't trust me
That's just some words of advice
GB's gone, and I don't know what to do
In this 4x4, and I don't know how to move
I'm just tellin' my truth
Last time I see bro, he was up on the news
But I'm still up in my cell, and now, Incog too
That's why I'm billin' up these zoots just to change my mood
But M went first, change the ends, my bruce
Take a day in my shoes, but I bet you'd get them back to let the pain reduce
And this G41 keeps my brain on mute
Got me walkin' on the landin' like a Asian yute
'Cah I was stressed when I was livin' in the can, not because a nigga didn't have a plan
But purely for the fact that I couldn't bang, or it meant to be a gang
The niggas ain't on what I'm on, they can't hang
Live'O bootings and the chingings
I was in it from the start, I will be here for it to finish
Couple hitters doin' bird, free up all my niggas
I'm comin' to the ends, so let me conclude
I'm still out here beefin' all these dumb yutes
Might H stew and make a dumb tune
They said they want my head, but I ain't playin' no games
I'm a walker in the summer, so I told them niggas "Come through"
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