Released on November 17, 2021

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[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)