[Verse 1: GP]
Gunna!
Three doors get buss (Buss)
I see opp boys shift their clutch (Clutch)
Lil' bro drenched four in the ride
I guess my opps just run out of luck (Yuck)
My South ting say I sound like Loski
My North ting say I sound like Uncs (Yo, B)
My East end ting way too nosy
She wanna know where I keep my gun (Aye, shh)
Got big men screaming out [?]
Until we put blades in lungs (Yuck)
Since young, I been doing up OG's
On the opp block, all home V's
Jigga had two in his barrel (Two)
Shoulda' made little man go sleep
Creep on your block and boot it (Boot it)
Now we got trap in OT
I'll burst man's melon
If they ever talk bad about broski (Never)
My ex heard me on 1Xtra
Now she wanna act like she know me (How?)
I got two young boys up to mischief
Catch 'em up sea like Zack and Cody (Kway up)
I got bisheads asking for freebies
Aye Jack, why Lee so cheeky?
Opp block trips, that's easy
Man just pause for a sec and do wheelies (Quickly)
M way trips is a buss
But you know I gotta pull to the side for a wee-wee
Waving an hour away but the journey ahead got me feeling all sleepy
I just paid 6 racks for TT
Can't nobody tell me it's meady (No way)
This blotty got unlimited bells
My lil' bro's tryna' raise up hell (Up it)
My opps are a bunch of girls
They ain't bad on road or bad in jail (Yuh)
6ix just got him a .6, how many years can he spend in jail? (How many?)
5 got five for the .9, bro said all of them screamed for help (What?)
TY's still tapped as hell, he's tapped on road and tapped in jail (He's tapped)
Bro-bro juice up an opp boy and hope that the opp boy rot in hell
You clowns must have lost the plot if you think for a sec' that my Sinners went soft (Lost it)
My young boy's drenching tops, that's blades in and out your [?]
[Verse 2: Joobz]
Skengs in the ride, we'll bun man's skin
Then I skeet right back tryna make it home (Make it)
I put bells in the dotts and corn in the spin
One shot, leave your head back blown (Bow, bow)
That day I went home with a cheeky grin
Thought we put his name on a headstone (Dickhead)
Fresh home out the can, lil' hair on my chin
Heard my man's walking on his own (How?)
We really do road, dem man talk on the snap for the fans (Verbal)
Trap never gets old, still tryna count these rubber bands (Bands)
Bagging up weight, got rubber on hands, 0.9 or a straight 1 gram
Uh, uh, he try run but he still got blammed (Bow, bow)
Wagwan for the Snapchat gang? (Wagwan?)
Don't run if you ain't got stam' (Don't run)
Opps try come but we changed their plans
We bully these neeks, do you understand?
If I got the stick in my lap and gloves on my hand
Get a knock from the Trident gang
Think JM gon' lack when I make these bands, 'cah the jakes want me back in the can
I was in O doing paper plans
TSav rev up the 6 or scramz (Rev it)
So we in the 9 with the longest ramz
Or with the shh, latex on hands (Bow)
Leave man curled and stretched like bands
Like what you gonna say to the fans (What?)
Beef gets stirred like pots and pans
Fly OT, slim jeans and vans
You're a big man and you're moving grams (Dickhead)
Sinners step in expensive brands
JM ain't invincible, didn't say that I couldn't get touched (Didn't say that)
That's why I don't really lack
Too tough, man roll with the dotts or crutch (Bow)
Man step with the mop, go nuts (Go nuts)
OJ tryna ching mans guts (Ching, ching)
Gripz drive that 4 door whip with Jay, it's a manual clutch (Skrr)
Why the opps love talk so much? (Why?)
Them man slap corn at innocent dons, tryna get some straps like Flux
Ask Ramz how his face got reconstruct (Dickhead)
Aye, ask Ramz how his face got reconstruct (Pussy)
(Dickhead)
