All right, Oughta browse them and all of them connections
Yeah? Oughta killer Kai, Oughta the cameraman
Yeah, Dunknow Tricks, Giggs, Oughta roots, Oughta Inverse
Aka Dennis, What you saying, you putting work in, fam? Boost
Fuck the metaphors, I spit pain when I rap
Fuck a record war, **** dying in the hood when we settle scores
Always ride by my clique, are you reppin' yours?
And sometimes I think no one gives a shit about me or the end
So what the fuck do I rep it for?
**** know I got the guts and the weapons for
A better pocket gets touched when my weapons draw
And you can talk about **** ain't greasy
But you wasn't talking that shit when we peppered your strip
You wanna run shit and let your dogs whip
I was doing this for a Peckham boy
Bitch, and this isn't me telling your kids go and get a gun, I'm trying to let them know
Shit, shit, so I'ma let them know this
Don't push my back again, step
We'll be coming back on some back again, shit, look
They push my back again, step, roll up and let the mackie then spin
Don't push my back again, step, we'll be coming back on some back again
Shit, look, they push my back again, step, roll up and let the mackie then spin
This time when I cock and blast it
I'm gonna make sure I drop my target, when I'm about
On my block there ain't no trespassing, I'll push drops
Through your front and the back of your garments
You got left on the block aired out and gasping
Thought it was a joke, you can go out laughing
Stay pushing up your chest 'til I blow your heart in
It's Boost on this thing, there ain't no point asking
Or point, you find out that I'm known for barking
Don't respect me, respect the thing I'm carving
And respect the OGs I par with
Hollowman's here but out nowhere, clockin'
**** know how I'll claw it
Fam, I'm trying to close a casket
But open your face, base, I'll spray this MAC cartridge all over the place
Straight out of Pecknam, **** know the estate
Don't push my back again, step, we'll be coming back
On some back again, shit, look, they push my back again
Step, roll up and let the mackie then spin
Don't push my back again, step
We'll be coming back on some back again, shit, look
They push my back again, step, roll up and let the mackie then spin
All right, might have them gloves off
Might have that bally off, get me? You might be on one
You might just come from one
So know what it is already, get me?
It's big motherfucking ride, it's Hollowman, Tiny Boost
It's the hardest mixtape, "Who Said Dat?"
Dun know, Pecky
Right now you're listening to "Who Said Dat?"
Dun know
Big up all the brass, man, one on reality, Young Tess, Real Gs
Tiny Boost, Dun know, All the young gunners, Dunlow
Who runs this shit, Young Lap aka Max, when I touch down
You surely run with me, I run from this shit, BGR, Black Gang Riders
The new anthem, Trust me, PYG Gen, ha, out

Writer(s): Nathaniel Thompson & Daniel Collins.