[Verse 1]
How many time have I did it?
How many times have I went round there with a long old broom like Quidditch
Big 3 double 0 just skidding
Dem man rap bout unknown drillings
Jump out the booth and do what you're spitting
Them man some fibbers
On my mum's these niggas ain't with it
Them man just do it for the image
Stop all the lies and gimmicks
Big 12 gauge on the ride, it's [?]
Rusty dots, it's vicious
Been on numerous missions
Hand on the heat like mittens
Knee deep in the streets with villains
Most of the G's in prison
On the wing like Ronaldo missing
But they soon be home, it's mad
Back to the glides and Pyrex whipping
I told my lil bro's just listen
You don't wanna end up in [?]
Stay in school and do your books
If it don't work out hit the the kitchen
Grab a pack, get the Kit-Kat's ringing
Cah you can't be broke and winning
Picked up a shank at 14
Since 015, been drilling
Ten toes and your broski pitching
Trips to the bands, man's itching
Since then I ain't ever looked back
I ran through a thousand packs, it's mad
I should have like a thousand racks
Instead I fell in love with the glides and straps
Like dem man good with the raps
Good with the rhyming
Good with the tracks
It don't make sense cah they lie on tracks
Numerous songs, I ain't heard one fact
How you gon' talk bout gliding?
Loose1 done laps on laps
And ten toes risks with waps
I don't understand how I ain't in the can
Too many times I risked it
And that shit's really some facts
How you gon' talk bout gliding?
Loose1 done laps on laps
And ten toes risks with waps
I don't understand how I ain't in the can
[Verse 2]
All my niggas dem they're active
Pressing on guns and they're whipping up Charlie Sheen
Just got a call for a bit of the loose
Man said "no [?], man come and see me"
Opp block running down IC3
Same way that I run from CID's
Pack come BIG, and the B come peng just like me, ay
Them boy love run from we, ay
Bands and violence
Jakes and sirens
Them man don't really want beef
R.I.P, he was way too slow
Thats way too cold
Trap mash, invest in poles
Rat, crap he grassed on roads
Backstraps and blast your bro
Ay, I got brilliant nose
Cats them phone for the deals
Grab pack and pebble down [?]
Made them bill like Lucy Beale
Awesome bobby, trap is my hobby
Fling on my mask, let's lurk for the kill
LTD we love to drill
We're bout fall in love with the stainless steel
Free all my locked up members
Riding, winging, HMP
Feds put my bros in Felts and [?]
Hunch [?] and Y.T
Ay, I mean T.Y
Bruck down a few in flake
P4's and 5's
Free all my guys
Get the clientele sky high, ay
You can catch me outside
With my big long knife
I trap mash and I'm fly
You just trap trap with no line
For my bros, goes, I'll risk it
Hw many times have I been on the glide?
Man whip whip in the kitchen
Perfect biscuit, let that dry
Send a text and it flies, like
Free all my guys
Jake tryna do them dirty
Major setback, I ain't gonna lie
Then I send a text and it flies, like
Free all my guys