[Intro]
It's Mxnarchy
Yo, you know it’s SA on this one
SK, this one's cold
[Verse 1]
They don't wan’ see me and mine in the ride
'Cah you might get sauced. no fries on the side
Run man down keep my eye on the prize
My side's oh so active that's why the jakes wan' cage all my guys
Two sweet jawns on my waist no lie
Two sweet shanks on my waist no cap
Psycho member, definitely tapped
Right now smoking the smelliest dank
GB and Incog, bill it and brag
Niggas can't tell me 'bout knifings
How many times did I dig it and drag?
Splash, don't run, ’cah I itch it in backs
Sweets in the waps tryna lick it at hats
One ting tried move me on Snap’
But I couldn't have that, she was deader than Latz
Bad B come to the Southside Nizz, I ain’t talking 'bout the Northside one
Word to K2 we got gyallie on u,s gyallie on gang, gorgeous ones
Big breast and enormous bums
Jeet that down 'til I buss like a gun
Ready for the ride, I press that gun and bun a man's chest like rum
I don’t know nothing 'bout comrades, I ain't Russian
But I know about gripping this poky, riding with broski and pressing them buttons
I really hate running from police
My stamina's shit, but I gotta keep cutting
'Cah, I ain't tryna hold no cuffing
[Chorus]
Bad B come to the Nizz
That's 'Narm, I ain't talking 'bout Broadwater Farm
Big breast, arse too large and she wan' hold wood like a carpenter
Opps love talk on the net, that's calm
'Til I show man grievious bodily harm
Make a big man melt, Haagen-Dazs
Chest shot, you'll need more than RNR
Bad B come to the Nizz
That's 'Narm, I ain't talking 'bout Broadwater Farm
Big breast, arse too large and she wan' hold wood like a carpenter
Opps love talk on the net, that's calm
'Til I show man grievious bodily harm
Make a big man melt, Haagen-Dazs
Chest shot, you'll need more than RNR
[Verse 2]
Two shanks up for the paigon kids
I don't give two shits 'bout your reputation, man, your name is shit
I don't care about your age and shit 'cause it don't mean shit when I shave and dip
Opps slapped one, but their aim was shit
Oi, little nigga, don't play with sticks
Zone 2, Pecks', we're a dangerous strip
Zone 2, Known Zoo, what a villainous crew
Free my little bro, that's Bruce
We're some serious psycho yutes
Stop chatting, how's everyone talking loose on tunes but they don't wanna ride on dudes?
Zone 2 really ride and shoot
If bro's riding then I'm riding too
Pecknarm'd off in a dingered out whizzy
I'm from Pecknizzy
Say you're on me, oh please
I'll make you stop breathe like P done Tizzy
Opps get bored and start bitching
One's fault if a yute can't listen
Opp what who you're a poor little victim
I don't care about your friends or siblings
I'm a criminal freedom, I risk it
I grip fat rambos, not kitchens
Karma, Karma, I really go fishing
If my bro's got beef, I'm assissting
I back my dipper and dip him
Ching, wet up your head, get christened
And I swear man it feels so fun when you make man run like a headless chicken
No remorse for an opp, I'll bill him
[Chorus]
Bad B come to the Nizz
That's 'Narm, I ain't talking 'bout Broadwater Farm
Big breast, arse too large and she wan' hold wood like a carpenter
Opps love talk on the net, that's calm
'Til I show man grievious bodily harm
Make a big man melt, Haagen-Dazs
Chest shot, you'll need more than RNR
Bad B come to the Nizz
That's 'Narm, I ain't talking 'bout Broadwater Farm
Big breast, arse too large and she wan' hold wood like a carpenter
Opps love talk on the net, that's calm
'Til I show man grievious bodily harm
Make a big man melt, Haagen-Dazs
Chest shot, you'll need more than RNR
[Outro]
It's Monarchy
Yo, you know it's SA on this one
SK, this one's cold