[Intro]
Archer Hill on this one
Man like-man like Ron, you know
[Chorus]
Pretty lil' thing, go rise them knocks
Judged by 12, won't think in a box
We ain't the same, my blud's got knocks
Ganja farmer, shotty or pops
6-barrel ting come 'round, it's nuts
The sweets that we got, undecided thoughts
6-barrel ting come 'round, it's nuts
The sweets that we got, undecided thoughts
Pretty lil' thing, go rise them knocks
Judged by 12, won't think in a box
We ain't the same, my blud's got knocks
Ganja farmer, shotty or pops
6-barrel ting come 'round, it's nuts
The sweets that we got, undecided thoughts
6-barrel ting come 'round, it's nuts
The sweets that we got, undecided thoughts
[Verse 1]
I've been up, and I've been down
Done it in Clapham, done it in Town
Chocolate one, I love me a brown
Body so curvy, it hugs in the garm
There's too much money to make on the roads
On the wing, there's too much drought
No one's there on the top of the Hill
So we had to just change our route
I'm surrounded by family like we're the millers
Go to the corner shop with my killers
Ghana, moving like I'm a sinner
Shot with the Jackson, no, it ain't thriller
Sexy fish when I eat my dinner
Calamari and a bit of liquor
We all know Itch might press that trigger
His top was white, now it's looking like Bigga
Came out last, now I got 6 figures
You done a one-booting, you ain't no driller
Success first time I banged that spinner
We took that food, now we're sharing dinners
Civils get touched cuz they're beginners
On the other side, who's that slimmers?
Don't drive-by, we jump off off dingers
Free Millian, cah we're beefing singers
Niggas are dangerous, I heard that we dropped to the floor
He weren't a big darg, so he never went to the morgue
[?], .32s, autos, so we never bring out the Skorps
And he got hit with the 4s, why you think that he's a corpse?
[Chorus]
Pretty lil' thing, go rise them knocks
Judged by 12, won't think in a box
We ain't the same, my blud's got knocks
Ganja farmer, shotty or pops
6-barrel ting come 'round, it's nuts
The sweets that we got, undecided thoughts
6-barrel ting come 'round, it's nuts
The sweets that we got, undecided thoughts
Pretty lil' thing, go rise them knocks
Judged by 12, won't think in a box
We ain't the same, my blud's got knocks
Ganja farmer, shotty or pops
6-barrel ting come 'round, it's nuts
The sweets that we got, undecided thoughts
6-barrel ting come 'round, it's nuts
The sweets that we got, undecided thoughts
[Verse 2]
She got a thing for niggas and money, shake it, shake it
Like a fat kid, I'm always in the kitchen, the food won't go in my tummy, bake it
Don't fuck with my money
You gotta play chess on the roads
So I took a week off when we caught that bunny, what a dummy
You might think that you're getting 'uck
1-2-3, you ran outta luck
Last one we got, he was a suck
I hate when the Nokia's telling me, "Park"
We got bitches that will line you up
I am my brother's keeper, we got each other, I don't give a fuck
About you and your silly squad
SAD in the field like Cob
STO already fished that grub
Brixton Hill, we come like the mob
Tryna get paid off bricks like Bob
Am I getting followed?
I hate that the feds can grab me tomorrow
PTSD when I hear keys
I think 'bout the times I got spun and followed
[Chorus]
Pretty lil' thing, go rise them knocks
Judged by 12, won't think in a box
We ain't the same, my blud's got knocks
Ganja farmer, shotty or pops
6-barrel ting come 'round, it's nuts
The sweets that we got, undecided thoughts
6-barrel ting come 'round, it's nuts
The sweets that we got, undecided thoughts
Pretty lil' thing, go rise them knocks
Judged by 12, won't think in a box
We ain't the same, my blud's got knocks
Ganja farmer, shotty or pops
6-barrel ting come 'round, it's nuts
The sweets that we got, undecided thoughts
6-barrel ting come 'round, it's nuts
The sweets that we got, undecided thoughts
