[Verse]

Aye

That’s me and Lil Bunny on a 3-Double-0

Nah, that’s me and Lil Bunny in a hatchback

Creep up close, don’t look, get slapped at

Circle the 5, no one’s there

We’re tryna show bro that we gotta spin back fam

My little nigga Nizz got it tucked in a backpack

Don’t get close, get turnt to a hashtag

Three man in the bike like the 3 Wicked Witches

They was talkin' online, now he’s chillin' in ditches

I’m stuck in the trap, ain’t got time for no bitch

Niggas know it’s that time when my trigger finger itches

He got wrapped in a box and that was right before Christmas

Smoney try run, hе got left with stitches

YC got done and that boy wеnt swimmin'

Stay safe outside when the gangs on drillings

He got shot in his face on his block for just chillin'

They can never war me live in the streets

Lil bro got it tucked and he’s cattin' to squeeze

How they got bun and they ain’t slapped cheese?

I was cheesing when Kyze got bun

Don’t look back, N1 just run

That nigga saw death when he saw that gun

Hunna saw my face and he knew he was done

Didn’t think twice then he left his Ron

Them man there fucked when the green lights on

Green lights when I buss them red lights

You’re pissed if you see them head lights

Jump out and give that nigga a egg fry

CC got a 6 times 10 times

What got Kyze in the field with a G9

I don’t wanna hear ‘bout B9, that was my friend from knee height

Now I’m in Point tryna use it and gleam fam

Not in the ends then I’m live in the seaside

Fully vigilant tryna pattern them papers

Out here linking the hood with your stainless

Lloyds, Barclays, Monzo, my niggas been patterned them papers

I trap of course, I’m still tryna leave an opp brainless

Free bad Bizz just stuck in the wing

Get caught in the boom, man I’m doing him a favour

The gang outside, can we go True Flavours?

A passenger seat where my man’s babe is

If she’s lined up, she’s gonna get her a bracelet

He try get away and he got him a face lift

Mission complete, now she live with the gang

Shawty said I’m the safest

Striker’s striking, bun that, bine him

You ain’t gotta tell D9’s there’s danger

I come from nothing, really get to the paper

Stay out the way, ain’t got time for no haters

Huh, I stay out the way, ain’t got time for no-

Pull up on a block, stop drop and roll

Niggas know that I handle the pole

'Lati caught life, I would’ve been at his home

This 6 shot spins, I always aim for the dome

Baby got yucked, no he never got smoked

Why would I waste these teeth’s from the pole?

I backed this one and he said, “Oh no”

Then I said, “Oh yeah”

Then I proceeded to ching out chest plate

You had that vest, safe onto the next

I linked that plug, put the bread on the desk

All the cats know I got the best

I send the young boy down there in a text

Don’t come 'round here 'til suttin' gets stretched

Better leave that red, or better off dead

They don’t wanna see me live on the front of the bike

Or the back of the car or the [?]

So I tell the young boy, “Better grip this tight, when you grip this mash, you better fucking abuse it”

They ain’t getting it done, it’s really us that’s doing it

They ain’t getting it done, it’s really us that’s—

They ain’t getting it— Aye