[Intro]

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Hargo production

[Verse 1: J Boy]

Pull up on the block, they freeze up

Do road with Nina and Nina

Bro click that scrams

If it don't bang then give them three stripes, Adidas

From a young age, been G'd up

Sorry B, 'round here we don't do love

Just trap and bang, got grams on grams

That's white on dark, Ku Klux

Stay clued up, they just wanna be boo'd up

And I'm tryna get too much

Cah this still ain't enough, been juggin' it up

All because of money, man move stuff

First it was green that we re'd on

Then a price for a half was Louboutins

Pebble down then we send up cunch

And the way bro wash made the locals jump

Young boy wanna settle in cunch

Bank up then send him right up

These shots made the locals come

And all these deals made the phone line pump

Cah it's not just mics man's pickin' up

Gotta make dough doin' different stuff

I was on road, that was childhood and book days

You jumped on when they mixed it up

[Verse 2: S Wavey]

Lately I ain't been happy

That's all cah the skeng gettin' greased

Suttin' got whacked

Could've been the AD's or M3

Suttin' got finessed

Could've been M Dargg or Jigga

And bro we did it like we did it already

Double tap, finesse this trigger

Catties wan' come to the A

I'ma pounce on this puss, call me Tigger

Nuttin' like they used to

You will get moved to

This .44 corn ain't usual

Turn your white top red just like soo woo

In the station lookin' for blue clues

No face, no case, who knew you?

Tell them relax

G members, nothin' but waps

Tryna turn any opp to a pack

Grip it and flash, do it and dash

Suttin' gettin' splashed

Always speakin' facts

Man, they see bare friends on telly

Night-night, got them drinkin' Henny

[Verse 3: Stickz]

Fifteen with fifty bangers

That was back then

Now we get 'round there with hammers

I'm never a typer, come like Naira, I got no manners

And man can't take my shine

And there's never a time I've got no badders

Big ranking like Shabba

Spliff smoke and pum-pum grabber

Big racks, know I'm the dada

Stuffed in my jeans, gonna make you stagger

Someone got smoked, let me roll up a gramer

And the GBG got hammers

Leave man closed like red bandanas

This shank gettin' used if I back it

I pop man clean out his trackie and jacket

I jump out on rappers and back it

Still get a thrill from creatin' panic

Gang might do it in traffic

I wind down the windows, aim and slap it

Man get the drop, we'll catch it

Bro brought his shotty, I might just match it

[Verse 4: M Dargg]

Might just match it

We ain't no saints, no Patrick

Got two for my cannon

Like Stizz, I'ma aim and slap it in traffic

One in the nozzle and five comin' next

Then that gear, then that throttle

My ting tight, model

Black, no Cola but shaped like the bottle

What's next? What's next?

Bag that yola, send that text

Get dope interest from cats that love to inject like insects

Hype, the wet side they slidin'

I, been lowkey grindin'

Yeah, they do what I say

S, but my name ain't Simon

The mandem jump out

This ain't no game but them man play run outs

Rescued by run out

Thought you was safe in the shop where you hung out

The angle will done him

Ninety degrees in the shop with my gun out

No Sunday bangin'

Man's slangin' the home cooked food at mum's house

[Outro]

Hargo production