[Verse]

Too much haters, no enough ammo

Anybody can go

[?]

I never let ‘em know when I’m getting gwop

You won’t see I ball, like Fetty Wap

Won’t you come my way

Baby won’t you come my way

Got something I’d like to say

I cannot get you out of my brain

Married to the money, my bae

Let’s have kids everyday

Shit, I had to give that a replay

[?] these pagans nah like me

Cos Modally’s been that nigga since the 90’s

She’s sixteen but she’s looking like she’s nineteen

These young girls looking grown, you got I.D?

Everyone’s the same, who’s different?

Everybody’s came and who’s gripping?

You think I give a fuck about what you and you are flipping

You’re just some broke niggas in some new true religion

I fell in love with my stack bitch

A-mama-ni-na-na-na

She said she fell in love with my adlibs

And all these rap boys just chat shit

That ain’t really you, you’re just a catfish

These niggas rapping ‘bout [?]

Claiming that they squeeze and shoot

Well I don’t believe them youtes

I can’t believe them guys, I can’t believe them lies

If a Muslim shoots then they say he’s just a terrorist

White boy shoots then they claim he’s on some heroin

He’s just a mad man

Free my niggas cos I hate prison

I swear the feds should get locked up for racism

And gunshot if you ain’t with me

You should’ve went to the [?] and just stayed in it

Long story short, them niggas caught me with a weapon

Never had nothing, so I had to keep it stepping

And I picked up a board and I licked him

Where’s Mo? Shit, the feds just nicked him

They wanna treat the other guy like he’s the victim

I'm just thinking oh my days, I just got nicked for a [?]

Not another case, I wanna [?] now

I bow my head down and zone out

Plus the CCTV ain’t looking so good

Will I go jail? I don’t know how

And then my mum gets a phone call

“Yo the case got thrown out”

What? She said the case got thrown out

What? Ay yo the case got thrown out (ay mandem)

Ay yo the case got thrown out

I wouldn’t say I'm living in the best way

Hoped over the fence cuh’ the feds came

I remember asking mummy “can I get those?”

Starting selling drugs when she no

Ay yo it’s weird how it flipped out

I went from listening to Chipmunk and Chris Brown

And now I’m chilling in Chip’s house

Ay yo I’ve come down far

And I’m just a gangster with banter, ha, ha, ha, ha

All these niggas wanna rap about guns

All these niggas wanna rap about blah, blah, blah, blah

But they don’t really sell coco

They don’t really let shows, blah, blah, blah, blah

You’re dissing in front of you bros

But in the bedroom you’re gonna la, la, la, la

Ay brudda’ we don’t do them tings

Ay brudda’ you don’t do that, nah, nah, nah, nah

Stop lying blah, blah, blah, blah

Stop lying blah, blah, blah, blah

A-mama-ni-na-na-na-na

Woo-woo

[Outro: ?]

All these niggas wanna rap about guns, all these niggas wanna rap about guns

Yeah, you don’t even sell coco, you don’t even let shows go

You’re dissing in front of you bros

In the bedroom, you’re going down low