[Verse 1: Ghetts]

Getting this tree, don't want this

Two, three niggas who belong with the convicts

Running around, getting music money

So, what do you know about four bags or a sixteen?

I'm waiting, that's what I thought

You're clueless, donny

He said, she said

I find all the rumours funny

I just do me and let them talk

Plus, I'm a deep thinker

So, what am I thinking about right?

None of you niggas can have a [?]

I tell 'em my mind's already worn

Put a prick in a wheelchair so he never walks

I don't wanna hunt for a line

Say what comes to my mind, so it's never forced

I'm on the grind scene

I just don't told Whoo Kid

None of them brothers could ever undermine me

I'll take off a head-top

I'm ruthless, I be the nigga that will mix something lively

One R6, two shooters

Anyway, can't take this brother lightly

I can make one car flip if I use this

Use your brain, who's to blame?

Or are you just absolutely stupid?

I stop smoking weed

Now that be reason a man have got mood swings

Like I'm that dirty, something I got a new ting

Them man are like 30 something and out looting

You see me? I push the red button on a loose ting

I'm on a mad one, I'll easy done the skeng like it's a cap gun

Peng food, tested out on a cat's tongue

R6, black one

Bitch in the back with the fat bum

Man have been sipping on a yack, come and have some

Giggs, Ghetts, let me see

Rizla, cigarette and a bag of weed

I ain't smoked in a month

Never feel like rolling me one

Firing, smoking, it's most of my lungs

Fire in a hole, I'm overly crunk

Lighting the [?]

Can't say no to the skunk

[Verse 2: Giggs]

Fuck the speculation, I'm confirming the shit

Fuck a "do not disturb" sign, I'ma burst in this bitch

Natural, preservative shit

You're looking at a young black connoisseur in this bitch

You know me, got that personal spliff

A white girl, that's my [?] chick

Listen

These rappers all shit, they verbally stink

Middle finger up, holding my Johnson

These white niggas, they know that I'll stomp 'em

Police, they know me as Thompson

They know me in UK but also in Compton

She's holding my ball bags, I know that she wants 'em

She heard I'm a monster and know that it's constant

Semen all over the tonsils

I know that it feels right but I know that it's wrong [?]

But fuck that, turn it around in her

Twist it, I'm twirl it around in her

That ice cream flow, swirling around in her

Bare little niggas just squirming around in her

Have you recognise why I got the crown, nigga?

Got the high grade [?] in around, nigga

Go against me, better put it down, nigga

I ain't Tupac, but I get around, nigga

Put a round in a clown nigga

When? Now, nigga

Whitney, Bobby Brown, nigga

My wave, you're gonna drown, nigga

[Outro]

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