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Ayy, know what it is
Free all the mandem, free LA, free AJ, free H-Money, free Sticks
You are now locked in to PACMANTV
YTB shit
Ayy, what do you mean?
Tell the cats dem, "What do you need?"
I got light, I got B, I got hash, I got weed
Man still doin' up mad tings, back to the hood, start sippin' my lean
TT got the cats all kitten and bro's still out here hittin' the fiends
We're still hittin' them cats up
How you lot doin' up socials?
Chat loads but your niggas been stabbed up
All the weight that got weighed and bagged up
I got B but I need some suncut
You get rassed like weed, like ganja
Slide with the .9, let it beat like thunder
When the wap gets pressed and squeezed
Like breasts, six feet when we leave man under
Get socked for your P's like plunder
Different blocks in a drop-top
Flyin' out great, man's hittin' up hotspots
Now, serve them cats with energy
I'm based off in the cats' home
Answer the phone like, "Yo, what you tellin' me?"
I got what they need, that remedy
Don't get me wrong, 24's I'm on
The cats just keeps on bellin' me
Got smoke, got teeth for an enemy
That's brand new teeth like Firmino
Did you see I skrrt through the peephole?
If I get nicked, I'ma stick to the G code
Two waps up like D-Mo
Bad B on her knees, straight deep throat
But I go opp block in this rental
Movin' mental then I'll lose my depo'
The shotty come long like Peter
Crouch and the bells come fat like Dino
Don't make me rise that .9 and air that bine
I'm flyin' out, Heathrow
Feds know bro's up to somethin'
He got light and brown like Nino
Man got splashed with corrosive liquid
And now I don't think he can see well
Bro's line bougie like a business
I guess you can say they're retail
These man chatty like bitches
And they complain like females
Me, I'm in the ride with dippers
Them man type like they're makin' emails
Say you're on 'til the gang get bun up
Big blades when a man get done up
I'm out here late and it's sundown
Shit, I've been out here since sun up
Free my brothers, free my brother
Pissed if you see my cutter
I swear that, that was your homie
So, how you gonna leave each other?
I love my bros, I scheme on others
Latex gloves, I need my rubbers
Load and buss it
About hold up, no discussions
Bros buy bro this, soaked up dozens
Don't play if you know man's buttons
Push up my Nikes, just poke man's stomach
Shit, street life's rugged, my bros dem love it
Them man, they're broke and they know their budget
Shit, we make man run
Some runners, the jakes just spun
I'm runnin', they know they're lame 'cah steppin' hard
Designer drip, 'spensive cars
But I draw man out on the socials
Come buck me live in the flesh
You'll end up fat knife in your chest
Or that wap, man rise it and press
Don't test your luck 'cah life is a test
Man's some sheep, they hide like the rest
See jakes, make my heartbeat race
Me, we make your dargies pay
I'm still duckin' gwan, he's late
Bunning, I got the sharpest blade
I like the length on this sammy
But I think this rambo suits me
Shit, I think that's an opp, excuse me
Bad B come bruck it
Brains one hundred, mum shoulda named her Lucy
These G's get abused, they're fruity
Bad B wanna move, we'll move you
Say you're bad, come show me
Don't get wet up like Modie
End up with scars on your face like Tony
They took man, makes man lonely
Smoke-smoke man bait, that's smokey
Them man don't play in the field
They play in the station, it ain't like Sony