[Intro: Bagz, Greeze, Riskey]
(RTrap, baby)
I'm tryna make bread like bakers do
We're tryna get Rich, Homie Quan
That's why we got lines like Bakerloo
(Man like Ron uno)
Jack used to role with a kitch'
Then backed into man, no lacking as since
They saw waps, but they don't C1 like Tulse
Back it out turn a man into Usain Bolt
(Ay, MZY, turn me up)
[Chorus: Bagzoverfame, Riskey, Greeze]
I don't know why they talk like that
They don't come to the strip, they don't walk like that
Give verbal, I weren't taught like that
Don't lack on your strip and get caught like that
Don't lack like that and get caught like him
Couldn't chat like that, I don't talk like him
Stack like that, couldn't fall like him
I got racks like that, I ain't poor like him
Bro can't run from the gang like him
We wet shit, he don't know gang like that
No riding for friends, that sounds like him
Some virgins, we never bang like that
On the strip with my friends, 'cah I'm not like him
Why talk on the gang? We ain't friends like that
You know I can't leave no friend like him
Like bro, why you leaving your friends like that?
[Verse 1: Bagzoverfame]
I'm tryna make bread like bakers do (Money)
We're tryna get Rich, Homie Quan
That's why we got lines like Bakerloo
Feel like Liam Neeson 'cah I'm Taken 2
Taken by the paper, boo
I'm in OVE, I make cake on loo (Make bread)
And if there's no space in the dings
Fuck that, I'll still come slap man in the boot
I shoulda' really dipped him, ripped him
Slit skin, twin ting, spin ting, ying-ying dem tings
In the dings with things, that's chings on things
If it's not big Bagz, I bet Greezo flings
I pray you're never get caught slippin' by me
YS, Greezo, and my ski Riskey
You'll need Speedo swims if I spleege with we
Thick tings, slim tings, they wan' be with me
[Verse 2: Greeze]
Jack used to role with a kitch'
Then backed into man, no lacking as since
Mad, no talkin' you know what I do
Don't throw up the two if you ain't from the Finch
Biz' in the office I work with the food
Green with the stink, I'm lookin like Grinch
Jakes on the strip, and they're out here to pinch
It happens quite often, it is what it is
Like, might squish up the back of the dings
Or two on the rev and we're riding with it
Stepped out five with a sun-tanned shank on a waist
They base for a meddlin' kid
A 22-inch I ain't bettin' on flicks
I remember them days, no metal on hip
Gettin bare talk from a two-two prick
He think I don't know where the two-two is (Fuck the two's)
[Chorus: Bagzoverfame, Riskey & Greeze]
I don't know why they talk like that
They don't come to the strip, they don't walk like that
Give verbal, I weren't taught like that
Don't lack on your strip and get caught like that
Don't lack like that and get caught like him
Couldn't chat like that, I don't talk like him
Stack like that, couldn't fall like him
I got racks like that, I ain't poor like him
Bro can't run from the gang like him
We wet shit, he don't know gang like that
No riding for friends, that sounds like him
Some virgins, we never bang like that
On the strip with my friends, 'cah I'm not like him
Why talk on the gang? We ain't friends like that
You know I can't leave no friend like him
Like bro, why you leaving your friends like that?
[Verse 2: Riskey]
They talk waps but they don't C1 like Tulse
Back it out turn a man into Usain Bolt
Then he made a mistake, that's a Usain fault
Screamed "Wait 'till I come!" to a Usain halt
But what was he sayin' online, that's bonkers
Live in the flesh, man raps that, bonkers
Go opp block watch strips get conquered
Talk on the five, watch him drop like conkers
Feds know man interviews don't sing songs
Scream "Who's that?" from the back of the ding-dong
No back-and-forth, fam, I don't play Ping-Pong
Turn Chinese, he got hit with the ching-chong
Strap rambo, blacked out, it's a big one
Man handle, man down, that's your wig gone
Scream NP, bad man getting picked on
Come to the five, where we shoot like Frimpong
[Chorus: Bagzoverfame, Riskey & Greeze]
I don't know why they talk like that
They don't come to the strip, they don't walk like that
Give verbal, I weren't taught like that
Don't lack on your strip and get caught like that
Don't lack like that and get caught like him
Couldn't chat like that, I don't talk like him
Stack like that, couldn't fall like him
I got racks like that, I ain't poor like him
Bro can't run from the gang like him
We wet shit, he don't know gang like that
No riding for friends, that sounds like him
Some virgins, we never bang like that
On the strip with my friends, 'cah I'm not like him
Why talk on the gang? We ain't friends like that
You know I can't leave no friend like him
Like bro, why you leaving your friends like that?
[Outro]
(LJS on the beat)
(RTrap, baby)
(Man like Ron uno)