[Intro]

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K9, is that you, yeah?

[Verse 1]

I lost Lil P, he was close to me

We hit the high street and back of the block

Them man can't talk or chat on my don

'Cah over this side been battered a lot

Hit OT with pack of the rock

And made my ting pop like Jack In The Box

Pissed and mad I lost that pack

Hand me change, I'm flaggin' a shop

Polo G, they're cappin' a lot

We need a new dots, I'm stackin' a prof'

This big war, no flagging a cloth

So Blood or Crip, I'm banging it off

OT hot like tanning for long

We had to make racks off packets of dawg

Gun on my side or tropical vibe

I'll flog this nine for maximum prof'

In the bando with rapid amounts

And now the boy dem wan' tackle me down

Shout ST, put life in the T

One wrong sound, he's backin' it out

Where's my dad? I'm man of the house

I hit the T, I'm plannin' it out

The boy dem gay, want man on the ground

And take my skunk weed and batter me down

Wild, the armed X5 got hammers

The ANPR's tryna take my blood test

I took the train and tapped

Bro-bro took train when the plan got punctured

J said, "teeway, you're up next"

I the T way off the ends with the junk heads

I flung a six in Plumstead

Cats in the Astra pumping dubstep

[Chorus]

How the fuck does he manage?

Just weighing up pack and slanging

My bad browning still bagging

I stay with max, I'm Stacey Branning

The social side love chattings, chattings

Slip and predict what happens

I love my bro-bro 'nuff

So I told him "cut" but he kept on banging

And how the fuck does he manage

To rap 'bout trap and he got no quids?

New plug right but I rung them quick

Shit, I should've conned a brick

They said discount like scholarship

252 in the Honda Civ

In April love I was robbin' thick

With 252 in the Honda Civ

[Verse 2]

Can't slap on any random man

Trident fuck up the gangdem plan

No way I can believe them niggas

Man just buck up with man then prang

Fly this weight, Peter Pan

CID's 'round here cah the beaters bang

Told bro-bro, "just believe in man"

I hope my bro-bro just believe in man

Hit Soho with the softest yolo

Hit old bro with rust and bones

'014, bill up and dojo

And pray the popo don't buss this home

No, I never loved that pole

She beat one time and she had to go

Fuck, I'm pissed that she had to go

It's lucky she cheap like baccy though

I went and took a loss July

It's only September I made it even

Do your history check

We shifted revs from AM to evening

TB dead, can't believe it

Mum said, "son, I think you're still grieving"

But I hit O with the meanest puff

Like, "bro, go check on his breathing"

I went and took a loss July

And a man can't lie, I was moving lusting

I don't know nuttin' 'bout retail working, darling

I know 'bout hustling

I had the Bieber just in, no fifteen, mazzalina-

I'm Febrezing this T, I sleep in this T and this T disgusting

[Chorus]

How the fuck does he manage?

Just weighing up pack and slanging

My bad browning still bagging

I stay with max, I'm Stacey Branning

The social side love chattings, chattings

Slip and predict what happens

I love my bro-bro 'nuff

So I told him "cut" but he kept on banging

And how the fuck does he manage

To rap 'bout trap and he got no quids?

New plug right but I rung them quick

Shit, I should've conned a brick

They said discount like scholarship

252 in the Honda Civ

In April love I was robbin' thick

With 252 in the Honda Civ

[Outro]

K9, is that you yeah?

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