Lyrics

[Intro] Ha-ha Yo [Verse 1] My mali barely says Wallahi (Wallahi) He shot a man 'cause he don't playboy, just like Carti And Vells out Most he's bird, my brother had a marty I'm frass off this Kelvin, broski's fried off Kamali (He's dead) And fans call me Bando but my mums calls me Kemani (Ay) I'm so strapped in the Nizz you know Drizzy on my grinder, I just need some chip original Broski, that's a niner? Anyway I'll take the risk, you know ZK, he a fiver, cock it back and let it rip, you know Yardie dance Killers approach me like "You're Mark's son" Same time i'm holding firmly to my dark gun It's nothing but respect but i don't know the guys that Mark's bun But any disrespect all you're gonna hear is Mark's son