Lyrics

Yeah Yeah Yo I pull up and put it in park by time I get out niggas know it's a wrap You boyfriend was acting all brave but a jab in the rave turned a man to a rat I made 50 quid in a day off a rap when they bragging about slanging a pack I put 20 quid on his head because he sent me a threat and I couldn't have that Course I could move me a light, move me a dark, move me a reefer It's peak for the man that I've robbed in the past when they hear me on Fifa That's why the trappers in my ends they session the game but they play it and mute it Because my voice reminds them of when I intruded And I still do it Oi, look at his door You know I still boot it Man took the mac with a blade, hacking away, couldn't compute it Mans not a regular guy, got a devilish side and I'm ready to use it Am I a prick or a saint man I can't really say because my life is confusing I'm whipping a new ting And I'm hitting a few tings Them man are just typing Tweeting but they don't do tings I'm flexing in a new swag I just hit the shop but they won't let the crew in They told them that it's a real nigga free zone Said they done the gun finger alluding to shooting Rep coming all Putin Rep coming all Kim-Jong-Il Rep coming all ill I'm tutoring Study this if you're trying to get killed Or you're trying to get true tings Over a million spliffs been billed Just trying to get thru tings You know how a real nigga feel I flex on a stack This track is a weapon in fact Big clap when I shell on a prat Zig zag on a zug and I'm zapped Big pack and I vacuum the pack Man send a pack to Iraq Me and the mac with the mac That's flavours that you couldn't hack I'm on a level that I don't know what a novice is Said I'd link her but that was fake promises You've been begging her to video the orifice We've been setting up to rob post offices Niggas know I get the drop and then I'm bopping in Niggas know I get to dropping and I'm popping him I don't get dropped I dropped the label Now BM records is flourishing Man look thin but I bought him a nourishment A routine that will bring him some muscle in 'Cause his back and his shoulders suffering And if I strike man now with a hook I'll leave mans face just buffering Neck muscle would do some good And it would help with that dick you're suckling Put him in the boot and I give him a muffling They're struggling to get their meal bubbling They haven't got the flame to be cooking what I'm offering Niggas know I put the suttin with another ting an make a lickle newer ting If I sign a lickle nigga to my label I bet him any money all the majors will be plugging him That's big talk Tell me why you look piss poor