Lyrics

[Verse 1: P Money] Yo, yo, it could be about you or what one of your friends said That's got you ducking the feds, hopping the fences Could've been a mistake or you never meant it They don't really care, they just know you offended This is what it's like living your life in trenches [?] for the tools, gun, knives and wrenches If you're gonna play then you should be where the bench is On the sideline with wasteman doing stretches Look at you bro, you need to breath cous' But if you stop then you'll get beat up Panic attack, yeah that's peak bruv And you got asthma, that's deep bruv Blue lights, up on your feet cous' Then you've got your Rolex telling you to speed up Past saying shut down, mind saying keep up There's a bush bro, you need to turn into a keeper Tell them breddas that you're gonna blaze me Until I run up [?] covered in triggers, it's all crazy Man, I'm on top of the beef, I'm like gravy You can never break me, full of bravery Bringing the hate to me, beef was made for me Basically nobody here safe from me No masked face, the face, I'm blatant G Hit him in the belly so blatantly Running your mouth will make you be [?] You can get more than grime from point A to B I'm an animal and they're just prey to me So be careful what you say to me 'Cause you ain't gonna get a medal for your bravery You could get messed up and left in the A&E Them man are just fake [Hook: P Money] Bet you wish you was in the whip now There's the boydem whip, you're in shit now Ain't got a chance with a sit down Heart racing as they spin round All you'll be thinking is that's it now Guys on your tail and you ain't with your clique now Armed response, you don't wanna hear this sound 'Cause it's like Mayweather knocking out a big round Bet you wish you was in the whip now There's the boydem whip, you're in shit now Ain't got a chance with a sit down Heart racing as they spin round All you'll be thinking is that's it now Guys on your tail and you ain't with your clique now Armed response, you don't wanna hear this sound [Verse 2: P Money] I'm hearin' man chattin' i'm sick of the back stabbin' If you see me backpackin' i'm bringing the black mac in When i got the mac bangin' they hearin' the rat tattin' Everybody back trackin' know i'm straight black baggin' Any back chat and i'm bringing the black mac in Bare bullets zig zaggin and makin' a mad pattern You got your dad backin', it's a dad napper Everybody run around like what happened When i'm black trackin' i'm back packin' the macs clappin' Any back chat and i'm name taggin' and black baggin' All these whack rappers are crap chattin' and crap chattin' Won't be the paparazzi doing the bap bap Nobody needs to know whats happened Any rats try and i'm back trackin' and rat trappin' I'll be giving man a shock of their life They'll be zig zappin soon as I start zap zappin' [Hook: P Money] Bet you wish you was in the whip now There's the boydem whip, you're in shit now Ain't got a chance with a sit down Heart racing as they spin round All you'll be thinking is that's it now Guys on your tail and you ain't with your clique now Armed response, you don't wanna hear this sound 'Cause it's like Mayweather knocking out a big round Bet you wish you was in the whip now There's the boydem whip, you're in shit now Ain't got a chance with a sit down Heart racing as they spin round All you'll be thinking is that's it now Guys on your tail and you ain't with your clique now Armed response, you don't wanna hear this sound