[Intro: Poppy]

JM double 0 made this one, you know

Put grub on the strip, then I lock down one two pubs (Pubs)

This gun blew like crips, man saw nothin' but blood

(Skrrrt)

[Verse 1: Poppy]

Tryna focus more (Tryna focus more), I gotta be up by dawn (Up by dawn)

Man got B and this raw, shit then, now I got B in my pores (My pores)

Got rambo, tryna enforce, quickly, put this key in that Ford (Skrrt)

My bitch badder than yours (Than yours), she got TT in her drawers

Bad B in a Porsche, sports, the whip don't rev, it roars (Vroom)

And I'm Ghanaian of course, a 90's baby, a Capricorn

She on whatever the weather, grey hair on, now she look like Storm (Grey hair on, now she look like Storm)

And her arse clap like a round of applause (Like a round of applausе)

This .9 is a baby (Baby)

I just wanna see if it talks (Brrrt)

'Cause I hear thesе niggas love talking (Love it)

Now I wan' see if they walk (They love that)

And most these niggas love talk 'bout war but they soon gon' be in a morgue (Soon gon' be in a morgue)

And most these niggas say "Fuck police" but they soon gon' say what he saw (Say what he saw)

Oh, you're drippin' in sauce?

I'll make a man drip by force (I'll make a man drip by force)

These rats keep tryna inform

Speak on the gang, like blud, are you sure? (Like blud, are you sure?)

Shot, can't rise, it falls (Falls)

Make the MAC 10 turn a man corpse (Turn a man corpse)

I keep Kobe in my thoughts (Kobe)

I do road like I'm on tour (Tour)

If I swing this one like Ragnar

Juice gon' spill like strawberry Fanta (Skrrt)

When I'm in here like dandruff (Dandruff)

With an afro ting, Ugandan

Back like she don't eat nothin' but Sadza (Back)

You better not start no passa

'Cause I'll send man higher than NASA (High)

Pop shots never had no manners (Never)

And I roll with them hardcore trappers

We get money 'cause nothin' else matters (Nothin')

Count money like bankers

And we're takin' the piss like Pampers

All of these rats just want us in handcuffs (Handcuffs)

How the feds keep doin' up gang stuff? (Why?)

How they shoot MD with his hands up?

[Chorus: Poppy]

Put grub on the strip (Strip), then I lock down one, two pubs (One, two)

This gun blew like crips (Crips), man saw nothin' but blood (Bloods)

All these guys my sons, that's real talk, you can ask your mum (Ask)

You know I'm a Tottenham thug, got T in me but I ain't no mug (Tottenham)

Put grub on the strip (Strip), then I lock down one, two pubs (Pubs)

This gun blew like crips (Blew), man saw nothin' but blood

All these guys my sons, that's real talk, you can ask your mum (Ask)

You know I'm a Tottenham thug, got T in me but I ain't no mug (Tottenham thug)

[Verse 2: KayyKayy]

Still show you 'bout gangin'

Insert this gun, step, do it there and vanish

Uncz just banged him, slapped him at random

I've been on the strip since bro threw tantrum (Facts)

No one can tell me 'bout badness

Step and splash him, done it for the mandem (Facts)

Free Six and Bluey, it's standard

Still fuck feds till they free all the gangdem

And I don't wanna rap 'bout broke boys (No)

That come to the ends and make no noise

My little boys, hot boys, Glock boys

Slide where you stay, don't lack, you get dropped boy (Bap)

Claim you're an opp boy, block boy

Pull up and Ashley Water, who's top boy?

Free Slapit, trap, get guap, I'm partying dot with the dot boy (Free bro)

I hate when the feds take gang, I swear on my life, it's not joy (Fuck sake)

Get the drop, now the opps in the fifth so right now we're doin' up convoy

I'm with Legs and Blicky, folks is on sight, we do man quickly

Jump out gang, put the rambz in man, about three times or six with the flicky (Ching, ching)

Free Gil B, dip till it bends or beats off shots off a one, two fizzy (Boo)

Free Loose and Sav, still get whacked and splashed in the can, are you silly? (Facts)

My broski don't take chat, he's tapped, he'll clap up your man and pitney

Free Trilly, free Trilly, run man down, put blades in kidney (Free Trill)

[Chorus: Poppy]

Put grub on the strip, then I lock down one, two pubs

This gun blew like crips, man saw nothin' but blood

All these guys my sons, that's real talk, you can ask your mum

You know I'm a Tottenham thug, got T in me but I ain't no mug

Put grub on the strip, then I lock down one, two pubs

This gun blew like crips, man saw nothin' but blood

All these guys my sons, that's real talk, you can ask your mum

You know I'm a Tottenham thug, got T in me but I ain't no mug