Gotta treat these opps like prey.
Just gotta chase from James, but I gotta waste her, not today.
just gotta chase this man it's a mad ting so i hide from jaden hide he come from gang free to gold bank
We'll be right back.
We'll be right back.
We'll be right back.
And the odds get pranked, no cap It's best for you to not laugh
We'll be right back.
isn't to get down my man but I told him leaving for me that boy is mine like Monarch and Brandy or Shave Man's wig like
Andy, I coulda knew what Patrick, can't roll with a spell like Sandy, got shit, had one in his leg,
And now you can't walk like Bambi Keep losing the ride at all times Never know when they might come in handy
I was in Joe Watson, Hollywood, Santander, and was cheating with Mandy.
I'd afford a mute, so I spilled my juice like game on Cranberry.
But B would have come to the nizzle, off them panties.
Meet me at Tangy.
Bingo, I'll slap this gladly.
On the backstreet, turn guys into athletes.
I'm on this fourth floor, that's Tangy, with a bad B, bucking it for a matchy.
Man slaps it, clats it, get round there and dash off to Batchy's Mad Greens.
Man hide from jihadis, alis Get round it with rambos and bellies Bando man slappy, slappy You on other hand trying to make mum happy
My auntie's telling me I'm a bad breed, I'm a bad breed, spook juice like Camry Boogie B get splashy, if you up my acty, bro, bro, work no patty
The nana's too chatty, gang get tappy, gal on my land too catty.
Everyday awake and praying.
Thank God they ain't rub like devil up.
I do bits like Love Island, my line don't ring for no ten shop.
Red card gets sent off, ching mines head, now looking like let's squat Just got new boots, I copped me a nine, but I never went to a crap shop
Every day I wake and pray.
Thank God they ain't rub like devil up.
I do bits like love, I love my land over infinity.
Headshot.
Red card gets sent off.
Chingman's head now looking like Lespa.
Just got new boots, I caught me a nine.
Bad if I went to a crepe shop Three car doors get popped in the A My lurk on the T's like I'm from that place Catch me up, my chef in that street
Shave, man, dip him up and escape.
Well, you know about a big fat shank in your waist or a tin of dingo contained in a
Slap, it's got shots flying your face Back to the block, how do you get pleased?
Queer back then, used to walk the
Now same size as a walking stick.
Test me on bold and you're taking a risk.
You'll see me in a late night patrolling the strip.
Tell a black male get shot or ching this straight up.
Boy, it's no innocent shit.
Mind you, run, you don't want to get hit.
That used, bro, but I made him drink.
I could have been on the pitch doing rainbow flicks, but I said I'm in a trap with this Rambo.
I didn't choose this life, this life chose me.
My marge hates it, but my fans don't.
This life is bleak and I know it's the streets So let me tell you how my gang roll I'm in Southampton with these
If I could, I would share my age, but most people think that this kid is bluffing.
But let me show you something, I've done more things than most men in this thing and it's nothing.
But don't start judging, I'm just telling you about the shit they all laughed I'm stuck in.
My friends in jail, my opps in hell, and the verbal abuse keeps coming.
Every day I wake and pray.
Thank God they ain't rub like devil up.
I do bits like Love Island, my line don't rip for no ten shop.
Red car get sent off, chink mines head, now looking like Lesquot Just got new boots, I caught me a nine, bad if I went to a crap shop
Every day I wake and pray.
Thank God they ain't rub like them lot.
I do bits like Love Island.
My line don't ring for no time.
Headshot.
Red card gets sent off.
Chingman's head now looking like Lesquot.
Just got new boots, I caught me a nine.
but I never went to a crepe show.
