[Verse 1: P.S]
P.S, P gassed, P savage
They know man, they know gang
I'm still 'ere, still bangin'
Get it run with my dipper
It ain't Twitter, I mean we can get at it
And your brother ain't nuttin
When it's bussing
I bet he wouldn't back it
Man dash but he wasn't lacking
Manna been staining
I was out here, you was out raving
No doctor I was giving man face lift
Feds chase, I ain't tryna hit station
No Calpol, I'm a sick kid
Turn anyone to a victim
Yeah, I'm itching, got a hitlist, bro said call off and just hit this
I said aight cool imma get them
Got somin' tucked, I'm a Young Thug that's my best friend
See man might skududu, dududu and that's kweng kweng
Doing up road, doing up toes,doing up ten ten
Who's that, what's that
Like who's that peng peng
P.S I'm gassed that's facts
Still dressed in bat man black
Get back god dam, grrap bap
Don't give a fuck, roll with it tucked
Even when I bang bull farm
That nigga got all his garms
Still tryna sort these dargs
See man'll get bun like cheese does
She get D, she start scream'
Oh lawd oh Jesus
And all you hear is dip dip
With that big kitch
Cah thats what P does
Cah thats what P does
Oh Lawd, Oh Jesus
[Hook]
Don't look at my face
The man just gay
The man just look
Gyallie wanna act
Got breast and a back
But the useless gyal can't cook
Like this ain't a war
Man shoot and score
Like I'm really tryna do it Lookman
Jump out the ride
Man shove man, shoot and score
Like I do it like Lookman
Don't look at my face
The man just gay
The man just look
Gyallie wanna act
Got breast and a back
But the useless gyal can't cook
Like this ain't a war
Man shoot and score
Like I'm really tryna do it Lookman
Jump out the ride
Man shove man, shoot and score
Like I do it like Lookman
[Verse 2: Trizzac]
Pecknarm stepping, zone 2 creppting
I'm a fat yute I don't like sport
But I can show you man about fencing
Ten man deep in your block
Now we're all zone 2 flexing
I can't vouch for the opps
Got all my zone 2's pressing
Dem man are nerdy, they ain't lurky
So why they talking, they brang it
You say I'm the boss but you don't give a toss
Cah man didn't panic
Man just saw Justin
I was dustin
Cos you know he span it
Had to throw it at P
But she's T
So you know I move manic
I'm playing quite fair at the moment
That's why I'm stepping with shavers
But it wouldn't be fair if I copped a strap
That was attached with lasers
On the block 3 days straight
While you was munching down Quavers
Stepping out Zone 2 rangers
I couldn't give a fuck about the neighbours
I can ride 'round with that semi
Or I'm riding around with that thing
You can mash work with a hand ting
I can mash work with this ching
Jab jab in a knife fight
But if you lacking darg you can swing
And slap corn at his crown fam
If he wanna acts like he's a king
[Verse 3: Narsty]
Zone 2 step, doing up like I'm zone 2 step
If not then I'm doing up trap
One shot kill
Woof man straight in his chest
Do it like P then dash
He already got it
Bro just stop it
Donny got chinged, belly, back
Man just talk
Man just talk on the net
Man just done stepped and splash
Fly upsuh tryna find more bands
Fly round there tryna find more bands
Man just drill up the ting
Now I'm way too pissed
Cos I swear that the girl too crass
Trap, mash, blow that shit make back
Might just do ten toes on your map
Might trap mash on your map
Ring trap all morning
Ring ring now they won't stop calling
I just back out the shave and sauce it
Splash man down no heed no warning
You know it went deep if you calling
Zone 2 step man Zone 2 walking
15 bells that's what man's talking
That's what man's talking
Like, I'm on mazzas
And this bad ting be a baddaz
And she making tings she all on me
Now she ain't got manners
No face, no case, no cameras
Tryna take man's face off the atlist
Watch man do them backflips
Just reappear then...
[Hook]
Don't look at my face
The man just gay
The man just look
Gyallie wanna act
Got breast and a back
But the useless gyal can't cook
Like this ain't a war
Man shoot and score
Like I'm really tryna do it Lookman
Jump out the ride
Man shob man, shoot and score
Like I do it like Lookman
Don't look at my face
The man just gay
The man just look
Gyallie wanna act
Got breast and a back
But the useless gyal can't cook
Like this ain't a war
Man shoot and score
Like I'm really tryna do it Lookman
Jump out the ride
Man shob man, shoot and score
Like I do it like Lookman