Sweater.
Cut off.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Mason.
Four boys, no rags, I'm out on a glide with the guys and I'm feeling good.
Then I'm out in the club with a weapon, a slog and a car if we need, we should.
Yeah, I swear life's short when you wear that hood.
caught in a slide any way you could gang dancing with the stolen goods when he backed his shank back mine and stood
And jam out and about with the boys, no ride but a toy from Jimmy and John.
A back beat, don't chat, that's long.
Back the shooter to Caribbean songs.
Fuck with the kid, my boys are all gangsters C'est la mafia, c'est Frère Simon's deal Look, I don't envy you But my bro can tell that you envy me G, I got bad beats, try to fill my jeans Can't fuck them, can't, they don't say please They don't care about girls, I just need my G's
I got girls in my TIP, no VID, when I show my P's, hit the lick then breathe, just ask French if you need them whaps, I don't care about shh, I don't use them things.
And yeah, I don't gang bang, but I play with the toys, that's his old gym.
I got approached by a hater once and he spoke down to me, so I fooled him in.
When I was young, had a thing for the guns.
All the girls inside, they were like my trim.
To my clique.
Animal, you know we love the heart.
We love beef like a cannibal, you know we love it.
I grab mash from the travellers, woah, woah Little pussy come and fuck with us, yeah
Tu m'as clique, animal Tu sais qu'on aime la coeur On aime le bif comme un cannibale
Tu sais qu'on aime l'amour I grab much from the travellers
Little pussy come and fuck with us, yeah.
Wouldn't say I'm legal cuz, but guess I get paid for my legal stuff.
I get waved, I don't need no buzz And I hunt and I pray like an eagle does Look, I don't care how you feel But there ain't no deal till the job gets done
I'm the chosen one, just brought through locks with a loaded gun My bro grips in a rave, serious, Link's got sticks in a rave This one girl tried lifting my wave, told her come back, get dicked in a rave Got more bands for singing my songs, take one back to vibe in London Back when time was moving so long, they know me as French to you, it's the Don
Two hands up when I step in the room Got boys on the left and a right with a shooter Jump sat in this club right now Got the girls all round with a black Sambuca
Pics of me is mad to see I never really changed with a fame like Luthor Back then I was out with a shooter Now I'm at a bar getting drinks with a hooter Scrapped out, you don't know me cuz You don't know my life, you don't know my pain Essex prints on a map from the blocks to the sites We got ties with the big boy names
I can't feel my face, got a baddie in the back, she don't want to get trained.
She just want to get brain.
Now I'm messing, I just want to get paid.
To my clique.
Animal, you know we love the heart.
We love beef like a cannibal, you know we love it.
I grab mash from the travellers, woah, woah Little pussy come and fuck with us, yeah
Fuse the engineer.
