Lyricist : POZER/Young Madz/Dmitry Volynkin
Composer : POZER/Young Madz/Dmitry Volynkin
[Intro]
I done it with gang and I done it alone (Mmm, nah, turn that up)
Know my ting, bu-bu-bad to the bone
(Young Madz, tur-t-t-tu-t-t—)
[Chorus]
Roll this dope, smoke and toke
Southside of the water, ain’t a joke
I chop green then I’m letting it go
My nigga put faith in a kitchen stove
If it ain’t bout bread, don’t call my phone
If it ain’t bout progress, leave me alone
I done it with gang and I done it alone
Niggas know my ting, bu-bu-bad to the bone
[Verse 1]
From a Q to a half to a 4s
I'm still in and out of the warehouse doors
I mash work, of course
It could've been or from a next source
I saw my first blade at nine
At the age of twelve, slap bine, fifteen, be a court case
I flied it on the strip
It's clear mine's different to your ye
In and out of these council flats
Tryna better my stacks, packs letting it fly
I'm in the trap with the ramz on my lap
If I ain't got scales, I'll do it by eye
Backstrap spliff on a dirty Sprite
ZK ramz on a rusty spin
Rollin' around but I can't see him
There's about five man in this tinted dings
Weed, whips, lean, liqour
Hennessy make gyal turn stripper
Shanks, bine, peds, dingers
Love my life, I'm a real hood nigga
The teeth on the ramz sliced him and his life
The bine out the .9 caught man like gourmet
That's like packs, but where's my Forte?
I've been doing it since secondary school days
[Chorus]
Roll this dope, smoke and toke
Southside of the water, ain’t a joke
I chop green then I’m letting it go
My nigga put faith in a kitchen stove
If it ain’t bout bread, don’t call my phone
If it ain’t bout progress, leave me alone
I done it with gang and I done it alone
Niggas know my ting, bu-bu-bad to the bone
[Verse 2]
I need bread, not clout, big figures
I want bruck-back, nines and spinnas
Samurais, ZKs and flickers
Live at the nine-five, I ain’t one of these niggas
Roads is real, gotta keep mine on me
And I know you get what you give, it’s mad
Creep up stealth wid the nifteens wonky
Due to tek wah the only son that she had
I'm tryna level up and do greatness
I know I made this and that's talking facts
How you gonna G-check me with my stainless?
The yute's brainless, how I'll ying it and dash
Long time I ain't been Jummah, I'm wasted
I'm wasting time I don't have
PTSD brandishing my shavers
Don't know if it's motor or jump out gang
Tried chinging up Totts, but he's popped, are you serious?
Said I won't slide to his side, he's delirious
my nigga said roll this dope and cool
I'm outside when this shit get serious
I ain't here cah I'm tryna look cool
Mask on face like Ray Mysterious
I'm on TFL with this stainless tool
[Chorus]
Roll this dope, smoke and toke
Southside of the water, ain’t a joke
I chop green then I’m letting it go
My nigga put faith in a kitchen stove
If it ain’t bout bread, don’t call my phone
If it ain’t bout progress, leave me alone
I done it with gang and I done it alone
Niggas know my ting, bu-bu-bad to the bone
