[Verse 1: BT]
Like came in the room with a broom
Face all over the room
Like boom bang face in the news, you manner get caught
Like boombang manner get boomed
Looking in the shoebox
I don't want shoes, fucking fool
You neeks keep cutting the .44 drama
Man you get drummered
Little man boy man get blubbered
His heart ain't in it but all of a sudden he's thugging
Nigga that's rubbish
Run some gun face get tarnished, everything fucked
Nigga they leave him all red, leave him all rum up
He's talking, he's talking to feds, manner get dargg up
[Verse 2: Rendo]
Trap line sent a text
32. Man a get wretched to get a boy down for a cheque
Bad bitch says he's a keeper, something like Cech
But fuck that, I don't want a keeper
I just want neck
I'ma cop me a nine piece, when I rob the connect
Shit grub say you get gwop, say you whip food
But your food don't stretch
Bad bitch chilling in the room
The bitch got a cut if she don't give neck
Young G sneaked in the room with a broom
Hands up, tell a nigga don't stress
Yard man ting man, bill up a big grey spliff
In a room full of sess
Close up shots man, slap up a boy, heads back in the light see stripes
Gang ting, peng ting, suck on my joints then left (She left)
Gang ting, peng ting, suck on my joints then left (She left)
[Verse 3: T.Syikes]
How you on the block everyday and you ain't getting paid
These niggas so laid back (joke)
I be in the bando for weeks, trust me I trap everyday
How you got guns but you ain't got gwop, little nigga stop lying
Manner head top frying, two shells in a bruck back give him two boom bye him
Trust me, when I see my young G's posted it out on the block with the shavers
When I was broke, niggas didn't want to break bread
And now want to ask me for favours
We be counting up papers, you're trying to get famous
Clearly we are on different stages
Gunshots for them haters, I don't watch faces
My niggas bake bread like bakers
Couple shots in the ladder, you don't want to see me step with BT
I'm straight on sight for an opp, I'm two shots up if you see me
Niggas don't bang, they don't make bread
How these niggas so neeky?
Anytime mans down for the beef, but other then that mans out for my P, G
Manner talk about these P's here, but that, there's a whole different money
Manner take a grown niggas women
Manner take a grown niggas money
Now I got that grown niggas money
Yeah I have that golddigger money
How's man calling my phone
Talking about I owe man the money
How the fuck can I owe man the money?
Dumb nigga, dumb nigga
Manner roll round with a gun nigga
Two shots up, best run nigga, run nigga
Manner get turn up, see them niggas?
Them niggas there get bun up
Two shells yeah I want to run up
My niggas on the come up
How's man talking about packs?
(My mans squad, mans squad getting drum up, yeah mans squad's getting drum up)
[Verse 4: Mdargg]
Dip dip in the face, no bally
Woosh a nigga down in the alley (dead boy!)
Boom bang out of that German, lick a nigga out of his tracky (boom bow!)
Don't want to be a pack, red dot pon your head, man will turn you paki
You niggas stacking for that Louis, Gucci
I can't pay for a taxi (fucked up!)
Shoot from hoopties, had to shot the hooptie
Done a madting, sad (madting)
If I ain't been around, ain't been about moving dark low on the trap
Boomting want to just jerk off the tings and clap
Boomting baker suck off my joints and trap (uck)
Now I'm getting grown woman hat, manner take a grown man pack
And if he act up, man will have to show him the mack, he might have to hold one infact
RIP my bro Pistol, I had to show him how to trap
He was like the A in trap
Upsuh to A and back
Upsuh to A and back
Allah should've taken a raq (trust me)
