[Chorus x2] I'm strapped And I got n***as that'll run up in your mum's flat Cover her face with a pillow and buss that You're not a k**er, you're a spitter that buns track It's like you never knew but now you know that [Verse 1] You're not a gangster p**y, pull your pants up I'll leave your whole camp f**ed Bag rocks and wrapped up Life's a b**h and it's that mark from serious shooter Lose blood like you're on a period, it's that f**ed Fed up of you fronters And I don't want to have to buss lead up in your jumpers And end up in the dungeons I'll leave you fellas to my youngers For them, they're free food For you, that's a setup you dumbf** Don't speak p**y, hush hush And tell your homie [?] that there's nothing he can do when the guns buss Get yourself a gun But even if you was strapped, you'll wet yourself and run You're a p**y, I'm a bully Bad boy, never been a goodie I'm old school, you're still a rookie Still a boomy, still a p**y You, you're about as real as Woody Never try come up in my grill and mock me Because [Verse 2] I'm strapped And I know k**ers that are hungry to buss scats Run up in your mum's like 'where's the guns at?' Ain't got none, then they'll kidnap your mum, prat Put her on the corner, make her buck a hunchback Don't think it's true? 'Dem man have already done that Finetech tips will make sure that you never come back My name's Ghetto and I don't really give a f**, prat It's like you never knew but now you know You're from a bunch that's not cracked above flats There's no facts, you don't pack So don't chat like say you will I'm from a bunch that love rap and buss gats f** rats that f** yats that come back and stay night and chill You ain't a fog cuz You ain't the kind to k**, you're too kind for real But on the mic, you're rhyming like you fight with knives and ride with steel You don't ride with steel, you're a liar still That I wouldn't mind to pill I'm on the grind for real No time to chill but other than that, I'm one of them catch Freely trying to sign a deal And be rollin', rollin' Yeah, that's likely still To tell the truth, I'd rather spit then go back and fly a till Some [?] of minor sk** and anyone can do it Because this is the type of sk** that helps you get through sh**