[Verse 1]
She ain't never been wit' a guy like me
That's tapped and cute lowkey
If the music ting don't work
I'ma make sure all of my enemies
I don't care 'cause beef is beef
They do it on a song, I do it in the street
I was young tryna kill myself
G, I don't fear death, man a ride on pricks
Ku je? Dergoma postcode-in
T'qoj n'hava ty me gjith shokun
They don't want no more passa
I swear down, man I got beef with Wallads
This don is a full-time rapper
Turn his wife to a slapper
I done things in the field, straight mazza mazza
Piss me off, I'ma stab her (Ching)
I got young Gs doing the reload
Straight up ACT, just finessed the kilo
This bitch wanna know my government, no
Told her to call me Enrico (Enrico)
Grew up rough, guns get bussed
Case get bussed and them guys get touched
No stress, real Gs don't talk to the feds, no way
[Verse 2]
Not everybody gonna be a rider
Somebody gotta take that L
Wake up, bake up, check my mail
Message, "New dots for sale"
I got music money in the bank
And drug money in elastic bands
Young G, man the olders washed
Can't be like EN when your wife's a bosh
I take risks for the Gs, that's normal
Do it on the back road, main road too
Got hitters in South, North, West and East
And they specialize in them bootings
I don't carry no bally when I run In the yard
'Cause I want them to know It's me
Gyaldem-Gyaldem fell in love wit' a tug
'Cause my style is mad and my drip too clean
If you ain't picking up off me or my Gs
I don't know what you're doing 'round here
I'm a cockney geeza
Smoke my zoot by the block with a rosey lee
I don't do no features, half these men in the scene are idiots
Grown men get up on the bench, real talk, real spit
It's the rise of the YGs (YGs)
[Verse 3]
Hella M-way trips wit' the Gs
Them talking block life, but I can't see them
If I slap this ting on the weekend
By next week, I'ma lose my freedom
Put the whip in sport when I duck from the feds
I ain't tryna get caught wit' a mad ting
Big E, big Artz, my slime
Got a box for four, but I shot it for five
My shqipe, s'jena ni soj
Ata blejn klikime, na blejna arma
Rri kam i kam te shpija, e ti qoj dhjet njerz te shpija
Duket e urtë n'Instagram
Ka qef me ja hi kur e qi permas
Slap that corn, no stress, no fuss
We grease it up, they bury their guns
Hardest Albo rapper in London
If you don't like that, bitch come buck me
Walk in the hood on my own, I'm comfy
My shqipe, qka t'vyn Rolexi kur nuk ki bole me vu ka hoodi?
Ki lekë lekë, por ski zemër
Mshefesh mas grupit si femen, aye
Petrol bomb my clothes and throw my phone, it wasn't me
Latex on and latex off, that boy means nothing to me
Spend money on drip and war, for the family, for the cause
Spend money on drip and war, for the family, for the cause
[Verse 4]
My fans think I'm famous, but I'm still posted by the block
Get your jaw milli-rocked, they ain't fuckin' with my squad, ah
Shum folin, pak bojn, famen nuk e meritojn
Femna jyt ma merr n'goj, bitch
Mac .11, rinse a .30 clip in couple seconds
I like petite gyali, 'cause when I mash it, I wreck it
I told my bro, "Don't let them catch you with that"
"And if they take you station, tell them that you can't remember"
It's too easy, gyali never used to love, now they tease me
I fuck her good, I treat her nice, she never leave me (No way)
I fantasize fuckin' her sister, I'm a freak freak (Freak freak)
My life a movie, best believe I seen a lot of shit
I spent a year in a crib trapping out a nitty's crib
I turned down a famous ho, can't mix pleasure and business
I seen a lot of crime, but I never been a witness
I'ma real sqhipe 'til I die, in my bars, never lie
G, the proof is in the pie
I'ma stand, I'ma ride, I'ma put that on my life
How many men got knifed, my life's been full of crime, uh
