Got too many fucking bandos

Your mans my fan, he wants the am

Bring the sheets and half a z

His girl won’t beat she’s on her reds

Your mans a cheat, he’s preeing head

He think’s he’s gang, his line is dead

No P’s about the rebore crepes

And he’s a neek the yout is wet 

Clocked a yard, Shots estate

House was lit, moving bait

Preed the drum, needs a cake 

Sneaking in, needs the wage

He’s trappin amo like its buge

His line is popping life is good

From the city to the hood

From the city to the hood

His life is peak don’t understand

Ain't eating meat a tuna man, 

Low on wheat just boxed the jam

Don’t know the streets, You're moving spam

You're Low on P’s, ain't seen a grand

Your mum’s a thot, she’s making bands 

Gets the ami from the Dam, she needs two dark and half a gram 

Whip the pasta 

Toss the salad 

Get the mutton feed the mandem

With the girldem, shoobs ah happen 

Run the tune 

Back the magnum 

Whip the pasta 

Toss the salad 

Get the mutton feed the mandem

With the girldem, shoobs ah happen 

Run the tune 

Back the magnum 

Fuck the snakes that speak to Trident 

Stash the heat I’m talking iron 

Your man won’t beat don’t make it happen 

I'll call SP he’s due to wrap him

Got the North Face and the rollie

You're taking notes I keep it stoney 

Got the amo for your homeys 

Who’s talking greezy like they know me?

Fucking clocked a couple paigons

Ain't paying tax, we keep evading 

Got the scales, doing the weighing 

Whip the food, keep it baking 

A couple Gs, a fucking ounce 

Don’t like the scene I’m due to bounce 

In the end no facing droughts 

Supply the food, then moving out

This girls a beg, I’m due to slice her 

She’s talking smack like i won’t find her  

She’s hype online, the girls a hider

Pass the chip bruv and the lighter

Fuck my ex I’m zoning out

He lost his girl the coldest out

Calls my phone I’m not about 

I’m in the 7 riding out 

I got the dank, come blow the trees 

Don’t smoke the cheese, I smoke amnese

This girls a cat, try copy me 

Not on my wave, you clocking b 

This girls a sket stop moving weak

I’ve got the fire and the heat 

Tell Charlie Sloth to run the beat

My flow is sick my bars and fleek

Keep it real or keep it moving 

Talking crud my Gs will boot him

Talking me, might have to spook him

Drop that loot off left in Luton

Thinks he’s bad he’s trapping ses 

Don’t like that food, theres no finesse

Flexing stressed on house arrest

Could help him out and buy the rest

Playing games ill shut you down 

I’m about this life I hold it down

Yeah I’m calm, I’ve been around

All is sweet and all is sound 

A couple skengs setting trends 

Whip the bimmer and the Benz 

I’m still around I’m known in ends

Some man can’t trap wamp 2 dem 

You all just hate a fucking lightie 

I see the way you all despise me 

Fucking haters, fuck the pikeys

Feature squeeze you’ll probably like me 

Got the 3 for 25 

She’s wearing mac thats her disguise 

I smoke the am the chinese eyes 

Slim ting thick i got the thighs

You know I’m there, The Ps are calm 

I know to call for firearms 

With the bali and the gloves

Will clap the heat, No time to scuff 

With the bali and the gloves

Will clap the heat, No time to scuff