[Intro: PS]

Get back bitch

Get back gang

Gotcha

HitSquad

HitSquad baby

Shout my 2's

Dududu

[Verse 1: PS]

Like (P)

Suttin like Calboy

All these niggas envy me (for real)

Tryna score points like Curry, hurry

Shoot, I'm the real MVP

6 in the spinner my nigga, I feel like a cowboy you know this deadly

Call up my mate, I wanna fat eighth

You know I ain't talkin' about Henny us (us man)

We make the skengs them buss (HitSquad)

Been so active, been on badness, been puttin' shanks in guts (ching)

Niggas see me and the gang then duck (duck)

Goose still get them man there touched

Bruce under my shank stays tucked

Bruce whip up and cut 'caine up (in the goodie with some real trap niggas)

[Chorus: PS]

Yeah I lacked innit

They just want clout cah I rap, innit

That's why them man came round snappin' it, innit

Me I just came round slappin' it (pussyholes)

Didn't even know he was shootin'

L-O-L, that nigga was tapped, innit (tapped)

Thought he was Mr. Incredible's son, run

I make a man dash, innit

[Verse 2: PS]

Trapped in the trap we're trapped in it, innit

Bro just threw some more bash in it (whip dat)

Said I'm making rocks, just like my friends, the flake got locked (free my niggas)

I popped a flavours pot

Baby I need a favour warp

I need the trainer locked

Laces, you better lace it up (you better)

[Chorus: PS]

Yeah I lacked innit

They just want clout cah I rap, innit

That's why them man came round snappin' it, innit

Me I just came round slappin' it (pussyholes)

Didn't even know he was shootin'

L-O-L, that nigga was tapped, innit (tapped)

Thought he was Mr. Incredible's son, run

I make a man dash, innit

[Verse 3: Trizzac]

(Trizzla)

2 of the 2's to the hammer

I guess you could call that a force

Swing that shank till my palm get sore, or

Grab the mop like a chore (I'm gonna take it)

You wanna beef me are you Geordie

Nah real talk's, are you Shore (really?)

I'm in O can't sleep or snore

TT can't do 3 for a score (I won't)

I'll slap 3 at these opps

Hand ting not no rusty dots (Bow bow)

Mad ting if this spin ting pops (Bow bow)

Grab it if I run this pops (I'm gonna take it)

And, free DSqueezo (free him up)

He loves sticks but not like chops

Jail, I'm known for tuning socks

Summer three of 'em got put in the box (three of 'em)

I hope this flip don't flop

I'm tryna stain me a thousand rocks (I'm tryna rob it)

With my kitchen knife it's late at night

Right now I feel like Fox (I don't lack)

The blade goes to my knees

But the handle reaches my top (it's long!)

I'm in the back I've just seen cops

Please, God don't let them clock (my head's down)

I swear my opps are a mess

I'm still on their block, they know my address (they're some jokers)

I got myself a sweet lightie

Its a shame I have to go West (that's a sweet one)

Gang be smoking on opps

It's nothing to do with stress (they're all dead)

I would call this one a checkmate

Like have you ever played chess (aah)

[Chorus: PS]

Yeah I lacked innit

They just want clout cah I rap, innit

That's why them man came round snappin' it, innit

Me I just came round slappin' it (pussyholes)

Didn't even know he was shootin'

L-O-L, that nigga was tapped, innit (tapped)

Thought he was Mr. Incredible's son, run

I make a man dash, innit

Yeah I lacked innit

They just want clout cah I rap, innit

That's why them man came round snappin' it, innit

Me I just came round slappin' it (pussyholes)

Didn't even know he was shootin'

L-O-L, that nigga was tapped, innit (tapped)

Thought he was Mr. Incredible's son, run

I make a man dash, innit

[Outro: PS]

Yeah I lacked innit

That's why them man came round snappin' it, innit

Me I just came round slappin' it

Lol, that nigga was tapped, innit

Thought he was Mr. Incredible's son, run

I make a man Dash, innit