[Chorus]
Twenty-eight grams of the walla
That's four-double-O if you bag it in sevens
£15 every two items, gets three-triple-O if you're slanging at Kevin's
Probably go fourteen G's on the bobby
The dark cats waking up with aggression
They just wanna pull up and get on the session
[Verse 1]
Brandon chasing the dragon like half-time breaks for Toronto Raptors
My soldier sent it so many yards, woulda thought that Xabi Alonso passed it
I checked the tracking and hit up the Tele, I told 'em "Wait, it's still in transit"
Ever had specialists translate
What the drug texts mean in colloquial language?
Fiends rattling likе tambourine instruments in primary
The stonе was so solid, it come in like seventy percent was made from ivory
Simon gets anxious when there's a crowd, he said he's gotta pin in privacy
The crackhead just said, "Don't think I'm a crackhead", huh, the irony
When I'm clinging the rock, I twist and turn like Kingston, five locticians
The squalay asked what I saw
I told 'em, "I'm legally blind, I gotta fly opticians"
My bedrin lost his Lizzy
Said he wants to jump in my tizzy cah my one's ripping
And when this one's finished, you know I got five more billing
[Chorus]
Twenty-eight grams of the walla
That's four-double-O if you bag it in sevens
£15 every two items, gets three-triple-O if you're slanging at Kevin's
Probably go fourteen G's on the bobby
The dark cats waking up with aggression
They just wanna pull up and get on the session
[Verse 2]
My inbox full, I ain't got no space like flying on economy flights in August
My runners online now, I'm done with the labour
I started afresh like Jeremy Corbyn
There's not enough time in the day when I'm patterning
I looked at the month and remembered it's autumn
Michelle looked at me and said I'm important
To all the moms like September the fourth is
She wants the kids back in their routine
So she can Jim screech and get high quicker
This black fiend from the ends thinks that he's mandem
After I burst him, he says, "My nigga"
Jamaican Indian with white liver, said that she's ready, I must buy liquor
I hope she don't trip up and mention molly, I can't have crazy gyal in my villa
From I was beating Total 90's, I told mom, "I'ma be rich one day"
Knew some way along this journey
That I'm gonna have to enter the bin one day
Never knew I'd have to stig one day
With my boy, strapped up with his stick one day
Role reversal, it was him driving
And I was strapped up with my stick one way
[Chorus]
Twenty-eight grams of the walla
That's four-double-O if you bag it in sevens
£15 every two items, gets three-triple-O if you're slanging at Kevin's
Probably go fourteen G's on the bobby
The dark cats waking up with aggression
They just wanna pull up and get on the session
[Verse 2]
It was never Jet2 holidays, Chiltern Rail and Aviva trains
We hit OT and went MIA, we was only young like Caresha's name
I can see a TPAC coming, I'm on the M-way, gotta get in a decent lane
Brake, brake, watch them slow down, I drop the rass box then speed away
Used to use names like James and Tony, tryna blend in in the village
My white boy addicted to flake, he love the ball at his head, Nemanja Vidic
Six in the morning, I just got a call
I'm pissed, for one of each, man, I'm so livid
I might as well go pick it, I told him to wait ten minutes
Insure the car to a yard in the town so I can say I'm a local
Don't send texts, it's better you hit me
And use baygack slaygang on the phone call
Cats dem ringing, I told 'em, "I can't give an exact time"
Like I'm working for Yodel
My right hand hurting from boxing a nitty, I whip with my left like Ozil
Back to my old flow for a quick sec
Cah they're telling me that they need M1llionz back
King told me that the B got power
Woulda thought I was in Leicester with Trillary Banks
I was so gassed when I got two ballers, coming like Jaden Philogene's dad
Imagine how I felt when I got to the quarters
Scored last minute, Michelle Agyemang
New pump, not as tall as Kasst, but it's not far off, I promise
I was in Chinatown but when mom rang
Told her that, "I'm not far from college"
Jailhouse days, I'd mop out my cell with bleach
And then I'd go hard with polish
Bando, if I got flu, I ain't drinking no ginger tea, gotta go hard with Lockets
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