[Verse]

Let me tell you how I bang out a brick

First nine bar gets broke into bits

Second nine bar, I throw that to Mizz

And eighteen O's get flung out with drinks

Mad about bars, yes I am

I’ve got runners now, I'm getting tired akh

Eight in the morning, we supply that

Line still bangs in the night like it's Chiraq

Nah girl, you can’t hold my hand babe

You can keep this .38 and my pack safe

I might phone you on a bad day

Until then stay off my damn case

Me and B running out with a stick

Had this yout running out of his strip

The fucker got jammed in the clip

Or he would've got blown out his kicks

Nah man, I'm done with the cheap guns

Buj and foil, that's a clean run

I send a text out and watch these fiends come

That's Gavin, Paul, Stacеy and Kieran

Word to Omar, your line's active

You'rе in jail but the packs doing backflips

Bang your doors when you hear this track quick

When you come home you're looking at some mad quids

I’ve got nitties puking on the floor

Nitties curled up by the door

Nitties spazzing out by the store

And they’re still asking me for some more

You ain't never held a vio, that was mayday

And got forced to bang back on the same day

Right now my life’s all cray-cray

So I've got arms around me like a Day-Date

Immigration tryna send my plug back

C.I.D.'s all on my nutsack

Had me on a charge but I buss that

They tried to do me dirty like a mud bath

New fiends gotta smoke in front of me

New faces really got me bugging G

Only smoking white, it ain't nothing G

I wanna see how he acts when he’s bunning B

I'm too fast for these undercovers

But right now they're moving like some motherfuckers

Taking pics from their car, they're tryna cuff us

BX plates, no face, I'll blow their covers

Petrol bath's getting po lightheaded

Rekky said "Hold your breath, don't sweat it"

Pissed cah the mandem gotta burn their denims

Feds at the scene tryna find the shellings

That one's a hot one

It don't take me long to get a box gone

Plug taking long just to drop one

Cah the food came tight like some longjohns

I bang out smores from large lumps

Why you think my trap phone does starjumps?

Buj Boy, look what my maal done

Got my Nokia dancing like Carlton

And I don't even take music serious

But I've got these rappers on their periods

Capo, I've been devious

I'm the reason these fiends get their cereal

Killing beasts, ain't first right now

Cah I got a couple pagans to pipe down

And I've got all this food I've gotta fly out

Until then I ain't having a lie down