me and brobo speak in koalas language that's loads of koali finessing in the hide

We come smarter, it's done smartly.

My slime is known to pot smoke if you don't get into the party.

And this golden one with me, she bad and classy.

She knows I'm not an angel, but every day she tell me

She love me more.

She know I'm in his trenches.

I tell her don't worry, but she still worries.

She does.

She knows I'm not an angel, but every

She tell me she loves me She knows I'm in these trenches I tell her don't worry but she still worries

And all these London streets at the back of my hand.

Hand, I got money in mud.

Same way I got money in bags.

Golden one was a good girl, didn't take long to turn her bad.

The odd boy's still doing up verbal, guess they did it low and her friend got whacked.

R.I.P.

My head's too hot, it don't take too long to get me mad I still ain't got my driving licence cos all I do is crash

Slap your stocks with a pellet spread everywhere like a rash.

Or pack in the air, air your friend got turnt to some ash.

MIP!

MIP!

MIP!

MIP!

MIP!

MIP!

MIP!

MIP!

Back a mash and slap or ying man down when I swing them shanks I left my man's blood running like the task

They thought that I came with snack or pwn, cause they heard something got collapsed And we treat the opps like mummies

mommies and get them wrapped.

Most of the men that I grew up with broke the Preston brass.

Yo, anytime I was at Grimm's,

That splash outside got splashed Facts, facts, that's who I speak and that's not bad

Members only so snatchers don't get your soul snatched Facts, facts, that's all I speak and that's no bap

Members only so snatchers don't get your soul snatched Me and Brobo speak in Koalas language

That's loads of kawali Finessing in a higher degree We come smarter, it's done smartly My slime is known to pot smoke

you don't get into the party and it's golden one with me she bad and classy she knows I'm not an angel but every

She tell me she love me She know I'm in his trenches I tell her don't worry but she still worries

She knows I'm not an angel But every day she tell me she loves me She knows I'm in these trenches I tell her don't worry but she's

the worries.

Assuming the sharks are fly with the eagles and Brobo's wicked and bad then that's

We nickname broski tommy lee the way that he steps so evil He's on a gunman ting ain't trying to wrestle like william regal In the wilderness where it's wild we don't mix the rats

Oh weasels Step correct at all times I'll get stepped on like a beetle FT going hard in the trap

The cat said the bee was lethal.

He did.

I got my hands in all types of pies.

Pies, and none of them legal.

Bro bro don't lack, I don't even need to ask bro if you brang it And they don't want no smoke, they don't want no cancer, they don't want static

Verified on the gram, but in the streets you're invalid.

Everyone say savage till man get savaged.

Verified on the ground my street's invalid Me and Brobo speak in Kiwanis language

that's loads of kawali, finessing in a high degree, we come smarter, it's done smartly, my slimy's known to pot smoke, if he don't get into the

party and it's golden one with me she bad and classy she knows I'm not an angel but every

She tell me she love me more.

She know I'm in his trenches.

I tell it don't worry, but she's the worst

She knows I'm not an angel, but every day she tell me she loves me.

She knows I'm in his trenches, I tell her don't worry, but she's

the Warriors.