[Intro]

Looney in the cut, that's a scary sight

Oi, Started From The Bottom Part 2 yeah

Listen, oi, look

[Verse]

[?] man, their kids are running with their [?]

They're boying off the teachers

Taking orders from the leaders

And I'm something like them high-school cleaners

Cah I'm cleaning up this scene and blowing ratings off the meters

Birds on my lane

I don't go by a name

I just float with the flame

Tryna earn for the game

Trapped out for the chain

A younger with the [?]

He's letting off the fizzy for Lizzy

You know the dealy

There's birds in the trizz-ap

Birds on the [?]

If I point my finger

A hitter will end the aim the fizz-ap

Most you bruddas shiz-it

You bruddas ain't with it

And all my team are catching snitches

Like we're playing Quidditch

[?] that's the truey man, me, I like Armarni

Henny for the bruddas and the girls get Bacardi

I'm focused on the paper, you bruddas catting for 'nani

I'll just text her ucky and drop a nut in the party

I'm tryna move the green, in the whip the plate is 13

And I might get the paper dirty but I'm moving real clean

And I don't tell the girl a dream

I just rags a hoe and keep my real feelings for a queen

[Verse 2]

Yo, I do know how the block works

Hot shells in your top, that's a hot shirt

And you know us bruddas got work

We're moving work, you can call it clockwork

You ain't seen the sawn off

Danny had to show me how to break a man's door off

Kinda madders round here but it's all good

I don't know a nice brudda, fam we're all hood

And recently some bruddas thinking that they're evil

I'll see these man on road but they ain't looking like my equal

You on your toes, you ain't breezing in your cars

All you bruddas need to hold up with the greaze in your bars

Blueberry cheese or the haze what I move

I've got mula for days, putting girls in the shoes

That's probably why your baby mumma dig me

She got a yout' but says she want my brudda's pitney

AJ genes, gold bird looking oceaned off

Big back jezzy fam, all potioned off

I said Looney's in the cut

Roll up on your man and all your goonies getting touched

I'm on that real ish, you ain't on real ish

Man'll peal wigs if you front like you deal bricks

And I drink hard, that's a ocean wave

She's on molly with the lean, that's a potion babe

[Verse 3]

And I ain't [?] with the skeng

I'll be sitting in the cut, filling bags with the leng

I'm the trees man, [?]