Alright, listen
You see right now?
It's Big motherfucking Ryde (GG)
It's the mixtape, Who Said Dat? (Mystic and Boom Productions)
Hollowman, Tiny Boost, yeah (in the building, spook, yeah)
We're about to get into some crazy shit you know (free Young Lap, free Young Spend, free Kyze, dunkno, real talk, Dennis)
Alright, Hollow, let's go
Drop a head, pop him dead
Mac-10s loaded up, proper lead (yeah)
Fuck going back, drop a fed (baow)
Penny for your thoughts, that's the copper lead (mm, mm, mm)
Kick pets gotta drop a zed (yeah)
Everyone's locked up, ends proper dead (shit, shit, shit)
Stop and rest (rest)
Get myself a food, stop and bless
I get whatever cake and easy fled
Hollow's been going mad hard since the prison gates (yeah)
Put him in his place when the mizzy sprayed (brrap)
Turning Michael Schofield, prison break (uff, uff, uff)
Shit on tapes
**** think they're going hard at their pissy rape (nuh, nuh, nuh)
Admit, fam, I'm pretty great
Left the rave pretty bate with a pretty face (jeez, jeez, jeez)
Hit the strip, let a pac drop off (drop off)
Couple grand drink, that's a fat drop-off
Get a drink, let the Yak pop off
**** talk shit, I let the MAC pop off
I got the money link for the crack pop off (yeah)
And I got me the award, made the rap pop off (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Me and Tiny Boost made a track pop off
Suck your mums (yeah)
Bust your guns (guns, guns, guns)
Me and Tiny Boost, SN1 (yeah, yeah, yeah, ooh, ooh)
You got a little one strap, we got couple guns
Suck your mums (yeah)
Bust your guns (guns, guns, guns)
Me and Tiny Boost, SN1 (yeah, yeah, yeah, ooh, ooh)
You got a little one strap, we got couple guns
I'm tryna keep calm, cah I know, I'm the hypest (hypest)
My **** got the trey pound (pound), I'll be on my nine shit (nine)
Giggs with a strally out (strally), it's looking four-fiveish
Right now, I'm staking out, soon, I'll be riding (riding, riding, riding)
**** don't wanna see Boost on this knife tip
I'll run up and knife him, tear him, with my nine-inch
I'll put a hot slug (slug), right where your spine is
Your **** might be on it, but you're not like this (nope, nope, nope)
**** ain't like me, **** ain't like this
I'll drop it, real heavy, but I swear, it's my light shit
Spen kid, it's nothing dawg (spen), you can ride six
And when I ride out, I promise you, I'll buy sticks
Shit, what's all this murder talk about
'Cah you ****, ain't killers, you just murder with your mouth
Ask in all the towns, my **** do the burner shit in south (yo, trust me, trust me, trust me)
Listen, you don't want me getting back out there (back out)
Why not? Because I'ma leave somebody's back out there (back out there)
I'ma squeeze off 'til there's no one left to squeeze on
**** dying, who cares? Fam, this is beef done (beef done)
Fresh out of prison, and I ain't flipping slipping (flipping slipping)
No sissy fitting, slit the mizzy clip in (mizzy clip in)
Hit it, and now his wig's splitting
Man will kick your shit in
Fam, you ain't doing this ting (ain't doing this ting)
Suck your mums (yeah)
Bust your guns (guns, guns, guns)
Me and Tiny Boost, SN1 (yeah, yeah, yeah, ooh, ooh)
You got a little one strap, we got couple guns
Suck your mums (yeah)
Bust your guns (guns, guns, guns)
Me and Tiny Boost, SN1 (yeah, yeah, yeah, ooh, ooh)
You got a little one strap, we got couple guns
Spen kid, lock dat
It's nothing, man, don't tie on them pussy holes
Got a bag of body bags
Listen, big up SN1, Black Gang Ryder's
Man know about the young gunners already
The PYs
Man like Tiny Boost, Hollow, my **** Young Taz, Young Lap
Free all my jail ****, Jones, Young Spen, you know what time it is
Out

Writer(s): Nathaniel Thompson & Daniel Collins.