[Chorus] (x2)
South East movements
Cartel do this
Oh no, my n***as might lose it
We won't pet to use it
Click click .45 full clip
Sky sky, la la
Dun clips
[Verse]
I've got two pounds
Not the type that you put in the phone box
Doggy, I mean chrome Glocks
And I shoot down
Any n***as in restricted airspace
Push triggers in their face
I do it bareface
Mixed-race, screwface, two face
Squeeze baller guys like toothpaste
We don't shot, we just order guys
Hear the shots from the .45
On my ends every night's like bonfire night
But we don't bun fire, we let that gunfire strike
Round your way it's like a gunfire strike
You're that dumb kinda type
Sell your sticks, buy kicks and have to run for your life
So when I squeeze the Glock
You'll have to through your dough in the air
Like a chef in a pizza shop
I'm from the deepest block
You lot are p**y dog, but C is not
[Chorus] (x2)
South East movements
Cartel do this
Oh no, my n***as might lose it
We won't pet to use it
Click click .45 full clip
Sky sky, la la
Dun clips