[Intro: SJ]
When you're layin' with him in bed
Get dressed and a text, I'll be there in a sec'
Creep up with the dots, push that to his head
Deep breath and press and blow out his chest
(Ayy, Slippery, this one's cold)
If he's still breathin' then blow out the rest
If I spot me a bird, I'ma—
Woi-oi, woi-oi, woi-oi
[Verse 1: SJ]
When you're layin' with him in bed
Get dressed and a text, I'll be there in a sec' (I'm there)
Creep up with the dots, push that to his head
Deep breath and press and blow out his chest
If hе's still breathin' then blow out the rеst (Mad)
If I spot me a bird, I'ma blow out their nest (Mad)
Summer time, big flex, see me in a string vest with a samurai sword pokin' out my leg
The verbal's pokin' at my brain, they don't wanna see me switch and go insane
On the mains, flick shank tryna give them a shave
Make everybody dip like David Blaine (Where you goin'?)
Make everybody drip with a dirty—
Fuck fame, what's that? SJ won't change
What name? Who's that? SJ got game
Have girls travellin' London on a train (Ayy, come here)
I know they heard 'bout me, what I've done in the streets
It's peak, don't speak, everybody's police
Everybody got beef, but their bredrins drop, so he's scratchin' his head like the guy got fleas
Got gyalie on me, on knees, flick like us, oh, please (That's right)
When they talk nobody ain't listenin', we're just tryna spin a new Jeep and squeeze (Ayy, boot it)
[Chorus: SJ]
Everybody's a booter, but cap (Why you lyin'?)
Everybody's a shooter, but rap (Why you lyin'?)
Everybody's a loser, that's facts
Fuck N9, cross them off the map (Fuck them)
Fo'nem on a scooter with a wap
If you catch a paigon, don't Snap'
Lil' Akz in the back ready up to attack (Ching)
Splash that, stretch that turn them minion pack
Everybody's a booter, but cap (Why you lyin'?)
Everybody's a shooter, but rap (Why you lyin'?)
Everybody's a loser, that's facts
Fuck N9, cross them off the map
Fo'nem on a scooter with a wap
If you catch a paigon, don't Snap'
Lil' Akz in the back ready up to attack (Woi-oi)
Splash that, stretch that turn them minion pack (Woi-oi)
[Verse 2: 163Margs]
Ready up, bally on, load the gun, let's lurk
G-check, who's that? Where you from?
Say you're on me, bro, okay, let him come
Cock back the hand ting, bap, bap, let it drum (Boy, boy)
There you run, catch up, make him sleep with my rambs out the sheath, there's blood on the scene
I ain't lettin' him breathe
It's peak tryna put him to sleep for all of that verbal and cheek (Yeah, yeah)
Think I'ma jokeman till I show man that I'm really on badness (Uh-huh)
I back it and use it in front of the cameras
I'm like that, don't think I'm one of these rappers (Never)
Chattin' to me, best have some manners
It matters, I roll with some serious slappers
None of the gang ain't lackin' (No)
Back my gun, let's see who's still chattin' (Yeah, yeah)
[Chorus: SJ]
Everybody's a booter, but cap
Everybody's a shooter, but rap
Everybody's a loser (Loser), that's facts
Fuck N9, cross them off the map
Fo'nem on a scooter with a wap
If you catch a paigon, don't Snap'
Lil' Akz in the back ready up to attack
Splash that, stretch that turn them minion pack
Everybody's a booter, but cap
Everybody's a shooter, but rap
Everybody's a loser (Loser), that's facts
Fuck N9, cross them off the map
Fo'nem on a scooter with a wap
If you catch a paigon, don't Snap'
Lil' Akz in the back ready up to attack
Splash that, stretch that turn them minion pack
