[Chorus]

Six shots in my wap, you can hold one

At least cabbage if a pussy gets rolled on

Fuck halves on a mash, I got my own one

Three mazzas and my stick ain't been sold on

[Verse]

I trust God but I still got my armour

There's more chance of you dying if you marga

I clapped one prick, two weeks later I got shot back

I believe in that karma

I ain't tryna die young like Roddy

Before that I'd rather catch me a body

My Y.G. kept begging for the shotty

Then I seen him on the news for a homi

Ask the niggas on my block if I took a vio

I be coming back strapped, moving hella wild

My darg got found not guilty on a M charge

But he soon appealed that for a better trial

Try slide on my block, I wouldn't risk it

Even the Y.G.'s have got big sticks

I made my girl hold ten then she dipped it

That's the reason I could never trust bitches

I seen a lot of man change cause of money

I'm strapped up when I go for a curry

I slid round and they cut, man are lucky

If not then it woulda been a duppy

Get robbed on my block tryna over stunt

At least two waps deep when I go to clubs

Brum town, I'm connected to loads of thugs

If you a real bad bitch, you can hold my gun

You can clean it and load it

Last opp hyped, seen me and folded

Big ting on me but you wouldn't notice

My BM even seen me do a soaking

I fell in love with the pump when I pressed it

Triple tap niggas out like wrestling

Told my darg "Don't" but he still cheffed him

Swap the hot Rolex for the Breitling

From Brum I'm the hardest and most on it

How you going O.T. and got no profit?

When I drive, bad B's give me slow topping

Same block that you claim, I put smoke on it

Strapped up, you ain't never ready

I swear you ain't done a slide in 2020

Used to lick crizz nops with a heavy chete

Strapped up but I still cop any semi

Shh showed me to shoot through a plastic bag

So when the feds come, they can't match the strap

Niggas lie in the booth but my rap's a fact

Chrome nine come boxed up from Amsterdam

Ask my darg, we had beef with the Albo's

Have I ever squashed beef? Hell no

I love spins cause they don't let the shell go

Opps like Adidas, they just shell toes

No gloves, I'ma grip it up

Fours on my waist cause my pouch weren't big enough

I ain't into the silly stuff

Gave my Y.G. the heat, said "Find him and hit him up"

[Chorus]

Six shots in my wap, you can hold one

At least cabbage if a pussy gets rolled on

Fuck halves on a mash, I got my own one

Three mazzas and my stick ain't been sold on