[Intro: Sus]
Mum said don't be a gangista
Mum said don't be a gangista
Ay, ay, ay
[Verse 1: Sus]
Mum said don't be a gangista
Your own friends can kill you like Caesar
Just took Adeola from a geezer
Not my fault she wan' roll wit' a squeezer
Mix up the potion, pour up a litre
Leanin' like Tower of Pisa
My señorita roll up my reefer
Muy bonita, that's Big Back Ayeesha
Gold like .9 bells, leng like Ateesha
Won't say my grace, I can't eat her
She can't sit on my face, I still please her
Every moan I hear, I go deeper
Adore her, Dior her
I might drop a bag on Halima
She a keeper, she cook, she still diva
Thick like syrup, and sweet like toseina
Whеn I fill her wet-wet, Aquafina
Bеat that uh-uh in my wife beater
Had opps thots doin' up cheater
Thought she's good, she a local skeezer
Had crack, was a local dealer
Now, I want packs and a one mil' deal
But they say I'm too violent, just too real
But what can I say, that's what they feel
Tryna make this song 'bout girls not drills
But fuck it, shh got one-shot kill
He got shot on his block, he got a chest shot
And he got his head backpeeled
I'm getting off track, let's talk 'bout trap
They say money don't grow on trees, but bro got rich off weed
Pink notes from green, did mumsy lie to me?
I'm joking
[Chorus: Sus]
Better not be me that you're provoking
Get 'round quick and smoke him
Serious pokings
Had man chokin' on his own blood, that's final moments
It was us that made you dig it up
I can hear the gospel bill it up
Put bine in the 9 and drill it up
I know the pigs and paigons sick of us
Better not be me that you're provoking
Get 'round quick and smoke him
Serious pokings
Had man chokin' on his own blood, that's final moments
It was us that made you dig it up
I can hear the gospel bill it up
Put bine in the 9 and drill it up
I know the pigs and paigons sick of us
[Verse 2: Broadday]
Most wanted man and I ain't been touched (Walla)
'Cah I stay wit' my gun
Woi, woi, woi, that's a very clean run
Free 2smokeyy, way too smokey
2 dot-dots and shh got fried
Name me a time that Broadday lied
Lighties weren't feelin' this Mali
Now, they wanna make my sister an auntie (Awkward)
'Member conning on a halfie? Now I never struggle, wallahi
I got Mercedes sign on my carkey
I'm the drilliest Mali
My hand-ting slaps, her booty claps
My aim's on fleek, her nails on fleek
I don't need a bitch, I don't need a beam
She's my Throat Goat, but the girl of your dreams
Yo, how you leng, but your trainer's dead
She got good pum-pum, but her brain was dead
Broadday assassin, I aim for heads
They try to shoot me, but their aim was dead
3 hour trip is a bit of a wreck
En route to country, I'm gettin' some neck
By any means, gotta roll up a cheque
Run out of grub, gotta link the connect
My AP costs big racks, I got bad B jigglin' big backs
I rip off her knickers and hit that
Henny and Maggie, man sip that
Jailhouse, I kept up fuckery
More than comfy in only
Even though the whole jail on me
None of them punks ain't touch me
[Chorus: Sus]
Better not be me that you're provoking
Get 'round quick and smoke him
Serious pokings
Had man chokin' on his own blood, that's final moments
It was us that made you dig it up
I can hear the gospel bill it up
Put bine in the 9 and drill it up
I know the pigs and paigons sick of us
Better not be me that you're provoking
Get 'round quick and smoke him
Serious pokings
Had man chokin' on his own blood, that's final moments
It was us that made you dig it up
I can hear the gospel bill it up
Put bine in the 9 and drill it up
I know the pigs and paigons sick of us
[Outro]
(Ayo, Tefo made this one)
(Mason)