I'm not your average joe, yeah?
Hear what
I already told you that he's an in ting, you know
Boom production
Hoodie on, strapped up in the dark
Running 'round like kids in the park
Fam', I'm tryna clack couple clowns
Put something down when I'm clicking the start
This a ride, tell the driver to sit in the car
**** start backing up
Why's that? 'Cause they know what I'm packing bruv
A big hand ting packing slugs
Big man ting I've had enough
I'll back it and slap it and leave your face splashed in blood
Push it in his gut and I bet you see his back all bust
Right open, beat off my gun until the whole 9's smoking
I leave scenes taped off
Acting like you don't know this
Semis get you buried and so do revolvers
Don't make me rise up my soldiers
My young bucks stab **** up 'til they're bleeding and choking
Leave you on the pavement, soaking
Man'll crack your head like a joke, but it's far from a joke ting
Fucking bread head, bring the toasters out toasting
I don't give a fuck about emotions, real
This that guns out murder shit
I'ma pull my guns out and murder it
Get what? Bring burners in
You get shot when I burst my ting
This that guns out murder shit
I'ma pull my guns out and murder it
Get what? Bring burners in
You get shot when I burst my ting
I'm that guy you don't want it with
I'll jump out of the ride and start popping it
Fuck the government, I deal with street politics
There's metal on my 9, like to shine 'cause I polish it
I don't send death threats, nah, I make promises
Them boys gonna die real soon, I can promise it
And I'ma start having **** up
That **** that I shot shoulda dead, but he had a bit of luck
But a bit ain't enough, I'ma hit him up again
With a big black beretta, that's a different sort of skeng
I'll buss it off broad day like I'm stupid
Give me any gun, I bet I'll show you how to use it
Must be dumb if you think this shit I do is music
Pecknarm, black gang, my team too ruthless
Three **** on the rise and there's three shooters
Hit you up three times and leave you clueless
This that guns out murder shit
I'ma pull my guns out and murder it
Get what? Bring burners in
You get shot when I burst my ting
This that guns out murder shit
I'ma pull my guns out and murder it
Get what? Bring burners in
You get shot when I burst my ting

Writer(s): Nathaniel Thompson & Daniel Collins.