Yeah, uh, what the fuck is all that gossip 'bout?
It wasn't us if we ain't shoot him up or chop him down
Nah, that ain't my bitch, that's just a toss around
I got the streets though I'm covering a lot of ground
I'm taking over, yeah, running to that bank and I can't take it slower
Came up offa Roc like my name was Hova
Mummy raised a king, Peckham made a solider
Yeah, this thing of ours like la Cosa Nostra
Coca Cola, baking soda, ah, put the magic in, that's hocus pocus
**** sending shots and I don't even notice
True, they're babies to me, I just wipe their noses
Pull up with a stick and just do the Moses
Put a parting through your wig like he did the ocean
Ah, my bad, I meant the sea
If you ask about me I'm everything I'm meant to be
My dawg in that jammy got a quarter century
My other dawg in that trappy got a quarter of them keys
Ah, all I do is talk about the streets
That rat came home and he got corn within a week
Shh, ah, yeah, shouldn't even speak
Very short fuse with a very long reach
All I do is win, I've had a very long streak
Ain't no filling my shoes with them feet
Me and you ain't size, ****, don't know who lied to ya
I can see the bitch behind that twinkle in your eye, ****
Never been my guy if I ain't done that do-or-die with ya
I won't say slapped but for that pack you get slimed ****
In the bin, no strap, just an ice picker
Yeah, and I got money on my mind, ****
Hundred racks, straight cash, that's a nice figure
Ah, I'm still gang, I ain't a side-switcher
**** switching side, they ain't got no backbone
Little ****, I'm in the bits with a bulldog with no backbone
That phone's rang twice, ****, don't be calling that no trap phone
See me lying down with a Mac prone, if it's beef, you don't want that smoke
Get dragged in a jeep, left in the street, all bloody a weak
It's bloody and peak if I pull up with the something with buttons and squeeze
Yeah, got you ducking from sweets
Now I'm ducking from police
On the run for the beef
Won't forget it
**** out here so pathetic
Thinking that it's copasetic
Boxing like a sandwich, **** gon' baguette it
Glocks out and them ballys, **** gon' regret
Boxing chicken sandwich, **** don't fillet it
Oh you want to challenge? **** known to set it
Keys like DJ Khaled, **** known to get it
**** so invalid and they owe me credit
**** picking sides and they flipping biased
Man clipped up your ride and we slit the tyres
And man picked up my style and I'm sick and tired
Just zipped up my flies, I'm the flippest flyest
**** telling lies and they quick to buy it
**** gonna die 'cause they're quick to try it
Showed them hella times but their click deny it
Shot up man in June, he got pitched Julyish
Straight up, had to bun him
I know that it's sad but **** had it coming
Even when it's winter **** brang the sun in
Hundred miles of running, had to bash his skull in
Even when it's boring **** add some fun in
Finger in her pussy and my thumb in
****, I'm the dumbest, brang my gun in
Them say Hollow's gully and they love it
Yeah, lightest talking
Man ain't talking shorts but mandem tried to short him
I don't like to talk just stick my knife and fork in
**** talking powers like their Mighty Morphin
**** get it right, I want the nicest portion
Who's these little **** that they like endorsing?
Talking porky pies, I got the right to pork him
Man that pussy good, I get the right endorphins
**** switching side, they ain't got no backbone
Little ****, I'm in the bits with a bulldog with no backbone
That phone's rang twice, ****, don't be calling that no trap phone
See me lying down with a Mac prone, if it's beef, you don't want that smoke
Get dragged in a jeep, left in the street, all bloody a weak
It's bloody and peak if I pull up with the something with buttons and squeeze
Yeah, got you ducking from sweets
Now I'm ducking from police
On the run for the beef

Writer(s): Giggs, Aaron Ferguson, Daniel Collins & James F. Spencer.