[ Featuring Dappy ]
Sho, sho, sho, you know, AB in the buildin'
Seven shit, O way or no way
Get right, get left or get stretched
Free the drillers ten times, you know
(Ayy, CZR, you did a mazza still)
O, you know, like
Said add the K to the O or get blammed type of settings, you know
Free the drillers ten times, sho
Grrt, baow
Selective bad boys (sho, sho, sho)
Could never be us, man got bine, bare .9 millimeter
Fill it up for anybody that wan' beef us
Bare talk on the social media
But we done him already, how can he ever speak up?
Bro hit him already and made the pussy bleed up
But ready, mi ready, still have another steam up
Creep up, creep up, when the man lean up (grrt)
In the night time, know where we're gonna be, man (sho)
Don't tell me nothin', we ain't hearin' nothin', ease up
Only God or my own mother, the ones tellin' me off (gang)
Hit him in his chest, hit him in his back, don't lack
If we miss, then we're defo comin' back, know that
Turn him to a memory, turn him to a throwback
Glizzy in my palm, beatin' out corn, hold that
Them man, they ain't nothin' like us
I ain't even bein' biased, little brudda, I'm a icon
Never thought the same youts I grew up with are the same ones right now on a ride on (ride)
Now I'm chillin' with broad day booters, electric scooters and somethin' in a man bag
F*ck a python, never let bygones be bygones, can't be no grass in this gangland (gang)
The mandem didn't want me to ride so I put my mash in the car and said, "Go" (go)
AB, I don't play that shit, man will lift up a opp block neat for my bro (grrt)
Ridin', ridin' (ridin')
I come a long way from ridin' (sho)
Now my YB's, them doin' up slidin'
Headshot settin', tryna send him to the highest
From a young buck, I had a Lambo on the driveway
And I didn't even have a license (uh-uh)
I must've spent about a hundred racks on the case
Imagine that, it was all 'cause of violence
I don't play that, I ain't a newbie
Know exactly when a man try movin' bookey (what?)
And who the f*cks my man tryna pree through the rearview?
It's minor, he's just another groupie (bap)
Best pray that the mandem miss
Don't trip or you could end up like dead boy (pack)
Man deal with the 'net boys
.9 millimeter, man slap that and make noise (baow)
I ducked down 'nuff man in these streets
Don't ever claim that as drillings (nah)
But I could show you 'bout drillings, opp boy got (baow)
Chest shot, we did it
Selective bad boys (sho, sho, sho)
Could never be us, man got bine, bare .9 millimeter
Fill it up for anybody that wan' beef us
Bare talk on the social media
But we done him already, how can he ever speak up?
Bro hit him already and made the pussy bleed up
But ready, mi ready, still have another steam up
Creep up, creep up, when the man lean up (grrt)
In the night time, know where we're gonna be, man (sho)
Don't tell me nothin', we ain't hearin' nothin', ease up
Only God or my own mother, the ones tellin' me off (gang)
Hit him in his chest, hit him in his back, don't lack
If we miss, then we're defo comin' back, know that
Turn him to a memory, turn him to a throwback
Glizzy in my palm, beatin' out corn, hold that (grrt)
Glidin' aside, we get drops and we pull up (pull up)
Turn man's hood up (sho)
Don't take no Snapchat vids on your block, you know why?
'Cause the machine full up (don't do it)
I got the drop that them boy there lost on their block, so I stood up (on gang)
Yo, Mad Max, let's go there again, let's go there again (bap, bap)
Them boy don't know no respect
So we're showerin' them (sho), so we're showerin' them (gang, gang)
Show them boy they ain't got no power in them (no)
I got the power in my hand with like ten or twelve
We put our trust in skengs (grrt)
Don't get your bloodclaut kweff (you know)
I'll point this thing at anybody I ain't picky, I'ma wrap 'em all up like a durag
The only time I go back to back is when I hear, "Bap", then get sent to the gulag (bap, bap)
Always been a giver, never been a taker, ask my killy, he was dipped to Jamaica
The last nine bar Abz gave man, came a Z short, now I gotta fling man an eight bar
I can't stand them, they're startin' to annoy man
I might check man like I'm chattin' to annoy man
Sixty-nine times out of ten, man get bagged and start singin' to the boydem
Can't be drivin' up Camden Road, two waps in the dinger when you're tryna avoid them
R.I.P to the bruddas that passed, if you touch my fam, you know I'll join them
Selective bad boys (sho, sho, sho)
Could never be us, man got bine, bare .9 millimeter
Fill it up for anybody that wan' beef us
Bare talk on the social media
But we done him already, how can he ever speak up?
Bro hit him already and made the pussy bleed up
But ready, mi ready, still have another steam up
Creep up, creep up, when the man lean up (grrt)
In the night time, know where we're gonna be, man (sho)
Don't tell me nothin', we ain't hearin' nothin', ease up
Only God or my own mother, the ones tellin' me off (gang)
Hit him in his chest, hit him in his back, don't lack
If we miss, then we're defo comin' back, know that
Turn him to a memory, turn him to a throwback
Glizzy in my palm, beatin' out corn, hold that
(Ayy, CZR, you did a mazza still)
