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(Ay, BG, run that back)
(Recoil mixed this, babyโ)
He can rap with Biggie, he Pac, I'm tryna get a Bad Boy hit like Suge
Ding dong ditch your boy got cooked
And crucified then nailed to the wood
In the hood you can't play knock down ginger
The neighbours ain't no good
He had a good time up in the shoobz
'Til gunman shot him out of his boogz
That pack was made in Chelsea
But I got wannabe towies skinnin' out
Jail like knifework, keep goin' in and out
I ain't tryna talk, just ying it out, swing it out
Bro stay blicked he ain't diggin' up shit
Just reach for his hip and fling it out
999 'cah 3 bine ringin' out
Why invite if you ain't tryna blick it out
They don't even wait for a bang
They run from Scam not knowin' it jammed
Might throw these hands cah everyone know who I am
He could be a opp or fan
You better watch your mans
They way he screamed you woulda thought Lebz was trans
His stack much be yay high
He can't buy weed or get a gacaan
This life get hard but gang still macaan
My bro woulda took your dinner back then
But now he make drinks off cadaan
My kashmir akh got cali and he get good curry from Pakistan
No ski so i tie my T or wrap this scarf and go Taliban
Turn Camden Town to Afghanistan
That goal got scored in Chelsea
We brought the tophy back to the ends
2 affs got put in my zoot then put in a suit
Rest up them
Couldn't find laces to put in these brand new trainers
I had his girlfriend lockin' my skeng
I heard his bredrin was fuckin' his mum now
He's online talkin' 'bout bets
They don't wanna buck Babs or Diligent
Name brands, we ain't packin' no innocents
It weren't corona, masked up militant
Jump out, flingin' it, drillin' it, swingin' it
Stay on your fitness runs you battyboy
.9 lugers tearin' out ligaments
He got burst then he got burst
Now they're hurt go pour out liquor then
We turn the war up a hundred degrees
HRB to the AGB
Like Broadday said we too active
NCA say we're 2 smokey
Feel like Rico when I'm on a big bike
Tryna put holes in a Kermit's tee
Tell hooya close the curtains g
Cah we bring poles to light up the streets
He got done for the courtesy
Steppin' on them so certainly
Ain't on shit they're constipated
We left his white tee burgundy
Outside blickin' and spinnin' the P
Or I'm settin' up shop like Burberry
Murder 1s attempted murders
But me and the bros like 3rd degrees
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