Gotcha!
They got more numbers, but got less men.
We got goons, got henchmen.
They talk tough online, but in real life, change up like Benz.
They just run and flee, don't want war with wheat They talk tough online but in real life
Forgive me, Lord, for I have sinned and I know my sins to be forgiven.
plenty.
But I can't stop this war so therefore this clip must be empty.
I grip it like it's friendly.
Tell them Grim Reaper sent me.
One, two, one, two, then back in the whip and watch the beast like Pepsi.
Ay, can I run them down like sheep?
Cousin, I'm in too deep.
If I see her up and do nothing the next few nights, I just won't sleep.
Like, how could I be so weak?
Green light and I'll get that sorted.
As soon as we start that trip, there ain't no way it's getting aborted.
Run up, run up, get chef, flock tailor.
At least he tried his best.
One full gang, we bang for the members.
Cause that's how they bang for the net.
3D, get chef.
If he's in the mix, of course, we're leaving a mess.
Broad day, drill scene, opposite legs.
And if they do slow, get filled with.
They got more numbers, but got less men.
They talk tough online, but then
real life change up like Ben
They just run and flee.
Don't want war with weaks.
They talk tough online, but in
real life they hit control they got more numbers but got less man we got goons got henchmen
They talk tough online, but in real life, change up like Ben
They just run and flee.
Don't mind what we say.
They talk tough online but in real life, they hit culture openly.
One for we trust.
And rifle crew we must It's winged and blades and hush We stay styling, often lying But ain't riding, not on us
Who's that?
Who's that lad?
Watch the crew.
I'm trying to dodgy screw so I stick and move when I'm on the loose.
Like who got who?
We letting them talk, no evidence or some proof When we wedding them, no regretting the things we do
Ripping skeletons stay intelligent when we move When we getting them we ain't telling them not a clue
Affiliated to the set
Pop a round, you get checked.
Black tobacco, my dude.
Mikey Mills, we get checked.
Laying hands on my oppositions, making sure they regret.
Pussy.
Plot young chefs like Smitty, running us down, living them wet.
Ching.
I swear middle fingers up to the system with my fours.
Yeah, of course
Enemies don't want to bar, cause we're four, we need war.
Wooing race like Skepta, what a life, praise the Lord.
My boyfriend, he's a soldier, never talk They got more numbers but got less men
They talk tough online, but then real life change up like Ben
They just run and flee.
Don't want war with wheat.
They talk tough online, but in real life, they hit control.
They got more numbers, but got less.
We got goons, got henchmen.
They talk tough online, but in real life, change up like Ben.
They just run and flee, don't want more with weed They talk tough online but in real life
They got more numbers, but got less measure.
I didn't feel like change up like Ben
They got more numbers, but go left.
I'm not fucking with you.
I'm not fucking with you.
Word in real life, change up like Ben
