Need some weed in my system

Weed in my system

Yo, fifty K or plus or more, coulda bought us a f**k off yard in Ghana

I ain't a ganja farmer, I get smokey I rise that llama

Don't believe in karma, take man's things, I ain't runnin' back nada

Two L's tryna catch man slippin', dip him

Make man cheat on his barber

Free bro out the can, he got a case soon I just hope he beat it, beat it

Rusty shells, man Mr. Sheen it, yo

Step opp block and leave them grieving

Spin-ting spins like a washing machine when I'm outside creeping

Watch still on me, told you it's stopped, G

Just went and got a new dots, G

Slide in two, then we're rolling out

One more on mе so I got, three

I'm really outside, really making P's

I'm in Asda looking for a *** cheesе

I'm in OT, talking about 100 sweets and brand new machines for the beef

He was tweaking, we left him leaking, how the f**k is he speaking?

He shouldn't be breathing, shaved my man so bad

Civilians and neighbours were screaming out 'Leave him!'

No speaking, no tweaking, he got done up, no time for the griefing

He got done up and nobody speakin', even though my man screaming

Preed my man on Snap all day, then he got shot down by the late cold evening, evening

Charged 'cause I just saw my darling's cleavage

Nails all done, and her white toes gleaming

Hair's on fleek, see her shining, sheening

Got a wap, would like if it's beaming

Mixtape out right now, go stream it

Yo, fifty K or plus or more, coulda bought us a f**k off yard in Ghana

I ain't a ganja farmer, I get smokey I rise that llama

Don't believe in karma, take man's tings, I ain't runnin' back nada

Two L's tryna catch man slippin', dip him

Make man cheat on his barber

Free bro out the can, he got a case soon I just hope he beat it, beat it

Rusty shells, man Mr. Sheen it, yo

Step opp block and leave them grieving

Spin-ting spins like a washing machine when I'm outside creeping

I ain't a crip, but I roll with my 60's

Looking for dogs, I ain't tryna hit pitneys

But they can hold it too if the ting gets frisky

In and out of the can, free my young boy Riskey

Lick shots on the block if they're out getting lippy

We bought these waps, before we were drippy (drippy)

Still got PTSD from when I got raided

That's why this Cali and Yak keep me faded

Paro as f**k, I had pounds in the basement (basement)

Lost waps, had to get some replacements

You know the gang-gang armed and dangerous

Had a shotgun there, it was ancient

Money affi make, push food on the pavement

I need winding windows

Hop out the ride I know my man's involved

Spill juice like Vimto

Catch us an opp you might hear us scream 'Bingo'

Yo, I had writers block so I had to get busy

You know me, I'm in love with Lizzy

But I'll turn up on your block and leave it litty

Yo, fifty K or plus or more, coulda bought us a f**k off yard in Ghana

I ain't a ganja farmer, I get smokey I rise that llama

Don't believe in karma, take man's things, I ain't runnin' back nada

Two L's tryna catch man slippin', dip him

Make man cheat on his barber

Free bro out the can, he got a case soon I just hope he beat it, beat it

Rusty shells, man Mr. Sheen it, yo

Step opp block and leave them grieving

Spin-ting spins like a washing machine when I'm outside creeping