Run and tell your friends
All I know we's the sh**
Think I'm ga**ing break fast, Weetabix
Hungry days how I move scatty I don't need a pick
Told my plug, do it like my ex and just key the whip (key that)
Think I don't get pies, better shoot me
f** how it looks I'm telling lies in that hooptie
Rollie on my wrist for a flip, God knows
If I ain't got it forget the side bag I don't gun pose
Feel like, holla-tips, real life
Tark-am bombaclart (????)
Catch you in your cardigan, tryna party G
Bad a (?) your b**h, leave you wet where your cardi be
I should be with my son, where I hardly be
Need sauce for the sauce cause there's hardly P
I'm bout a pack, I ain't worried bout a new chain
I coach girls while I buss, about they don't do train
It's in the field, we're going all out
I squeeze off, I don't know what n***as talk bout
You in the bed, you get it quicker than bow
Whole road blocked off, when I open my coat
All them n***as should know
It's in the field, we're going all out
I squeeze off, I don't know what n***as talk bout
You in the bed, you get it quicker than bow
Whole road blocked off, when I open my coat
All them n***as should know, ICB
My Y got the place wild
Come through, glossy like slate tiles
Me, Papi, Keyz bagging up, we gonna take a while
Who can rap up quick, battle wraps, we call it 8 mile
Where'd you get them grillz, fake smile
You ain't styling on me, I'm J Styles
Mummy ain't seen me in while, I ain't the same child
Cah I'm quay out of m-way 88 miles
You soon see us pop up at a show
I'm fully bout my dough I got copper for my foes
Slim n***a but my pocket fat, proposition Joe
Can't bring you home you f**ing with the opposition hoe
Dsquared head to toe, imma f** her in my flip flops
I got dreams that will take me higher than them cliff-tops
(we're going all out) word to my big (?)
It's in the field, we're going all out
I squeeze off, I don't know what n***as talk bout
You in the bed, you get it quicker than bow
Whole road blocked off, when I open my coat
All them n***as should know
It's in the field, we're going all out
I squeeze off, I don't know what n***as talk bout
You in the bed, you get it quicker than bow
Whole road blocked off, when I open my coat
All them n***as should know, ICB
Just start, don't panic
Coulda matic coulda ratchet
Watch the p**y do the backflip
When I open up my jacket
Get it jumping like a mattress
Man I'll light him like a match stick
Three times that's a hat-trick
Started off just like a match kick
In the field my n***as rapping
Man i'll clap him this ain't clapham
Man a tory man is active
Catch him slipping in the traffic
Man i'll aim the cadabra
Disappear him like its magic
Imma treat him like a clown
Shoot that p**y thru a cannon
Hold up my n***as,these n***as be getting comfy
Comfy my n***as,these n***as be getting holed up
Roll up with something these n***as be moving jump
Swerve on these n***as, 360 I do a doughnut
Headshot, Dome f**
Belly shot, Throw up
Three more, load up