(Hook)

Turnt up with my bros

And I'm feeling wavey

Man talking like they my darrgs

But I ain't seen em lately

Man, I'm feeling wavey

P.R.O.B, it's been the same team

None of these hoes gonna change me

Cos I'm steady on the grind gotta let them know

(Verse 1)

Man's turnt up

Meds-dem get burnt up

They talking that bait talk

But their name I never heard of

I'm tryna swerve off, Swerve off in that Benz

Man's learning off of the ends

How man Skrrr of from the feds

But F That, I'm on a party vibe

Came in, all my dargz are hype

Make noise, we ain't hard to find

And we blaze joints, just to pass the time

But it's money over everything

Fam, I like to get it in

Make Dough, Break bread

Bring the Breddahs in

Man's talking that talk

I ain't letting him

Fuck chilling on walls, I'm on better things

Man move far with the force

Call it force, call it the medicine

No concern for the law

Burn in the jaw

Call it the medicine

Man want beef, don't app me

Please don't tweet, don't snap me

Coz I'm really on my grind

With my bros at my side

Coz I really got spots, no acne

Searching for these thots no breeds

Made it, make space for my family

Face looking Peng, No Backy

Got mates in the end, they'll back me

Got mates in the pen

Don Akhi

Turnt in a lot doe actually

(Hook)

Turnt up with my bros

And I'm feeling wavey

Man talking like they my darrgs

But I ain't seen em lately

Man, I'm feeling wavey

P.R.O.B, it's been the same team

None of these hoes gonna change me

Cos I'm steady on the grind gotta let them know

(Verse 2)

I'm a problem, there's no soulution

Team strong, there's no recruitments

Beefs long, but it's so confusing

If the beefs on, there's no Computers

Don't hype on the net

I rhyme for respect

Love no ho

I ain't wifin' a sket

Saying that your mashup

But your lying in your bed

Looking mad Bummy, when your live in the flesh

Being broke was a myth

Had to get dough

Never had money just to get shown

Fucking with the porridge, tryna get oats

Said I'm fucking with the porridge tryna get oats

Raps on Fire like an arsonist

Mandem Talking bout' barking sticks

Never held a gun in their palm or fist

While I'm at it, scrap the riz' and burn

Roll it up, make a spliff and turn

Broke Niggas, they'll nick a purse

Coz there's no limit for a likkle herb cuz

Fuck a German Whip

Peddle bike serve and you turn and flip

When you both did a crime

And you turn and snitch

(Outro)

Turnt up with my bros

And I'm feeling wavey

Man talking like they my darrgs

But I ain't seen em lately

Man, I'm feeling wavey

P.R.O.B, it's been the same team

None of these hoes gonna change me

Cos I'm steady on the grind gotta let them know