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[Intro: P Money] Yeah Oh Jesus Hang tight Kozzie We're like, or what? Please don't let me tear down your block Flipping hyper Fam I'm getting you with some next artillery Shut your face you dickhead [Verse 1: P Money & Kozzie] Alright, was that an indirect or something? You're acting like I ain't come with the thingy Making the ting kick off on the road My man's head will be left all scattered I will pull something over your head like a jimmy That means don't try on me I'll rise up the suttin' from Sally or Lily BOW! That's your head B scattered I'm going I'm going I'm gone from the game Mobile rings I'ma telling me watch I'll have your fans like "what did he say?" That just means my man's getting battered Not a waist and ting, still get hammered Suck your mum ASAP, don't get flattered I know my man didn't want no arms My mandem letting off them bangers [Hook: P Money] Yo, was that an indirect Or what? Please don't let me tear down Your block, you can hype up And tell a man "shut up!" I'll pull out the ting like "blud, or what?" Was that an indirect Or what? Please don't let me tear down Your block, you can hype up And tell a man "shut up!" I'll pull out the ting like "blud, or what?" [Verse 2: P Money & Kozzie] Was than an indirect or suttin'? You're acting like I ain't come with the thingy Making the ting kick off on the set I ain't gonna scream or shout like Timmy Off on the set not bucking the gavvers Don't try hype 'cause you wanna get silly The .45's there's and I know that it works Come to your house with a pump or a milli I'm going I'm going I'm gone from the scene Move up who blud? Not in this rave It's nothing I'll just cop a new stick This boy watching me, what is he gay? Serious fam don't get on my nerves Don't try get rude don't get in my way I run the game I ain't letting you play You don't wanna war I'll be screaming "shut up!" [Hook: P Money] Yo, was that an indirect Or what? Please don't let me tear down Your block, you can hype up And tell a man "shut up!" I'll pull out the ting like "blud, or what?" Was that an indirect Or what? Please don't let me tear down Your block, you can hype up And tell a man "shut up!" I'll pull out the ting like "blud, or what?" [Verse 3: P Money] Indirect (or what?) Tell me it is and you'll see what happens I ain't gonna screw up the face or talk I'll leave your forehead clean and clappered Have all your boys like "rah, what happened? You look like you got licked with a cannon" "Can't remember, two two you came focused P Money, Grave Boy, Blitz and Channon Baseball bats, one of them had a baton" You don't know why one of them kicked off You can remember getting your head licked off Next time don't get rude in a tavern You'll die in forests, still buy a cannon Bring twenty man, I'll probably still have 'em Roll with the .45 got a couple bullets Inside, cock back like "here you go, have 'em" My boys are on this ting so I brang 'em Brand new Renault, not mindless Callums You can be the best striker in the game You still won't get past this Tony Adams So don't try test with this talent You will get battered and left in Balem I'll swing my fist so hard I'll have a man seeing double like Dwayne And Darren, Ronny and Royd Shaniqua and Sharon, talk tough Get thumped up in the Adams Keep chatting shit, I'll cut the brakes On your whip, you'll crash faster than Rick Hammond Whoah, who said you're hard like us? No, you man are bent like Darren You're on a funny ting like Nick Cannon I'll line them up like girls and bang 'em [Hook: P Money] Yo, was that an indirect Or what? Please don't let me tear down Your block, you can hype up And tell a man "shut up!" I'll pull out the ting like "blud, or what?" Was that an indirect Or what? Please don't let me tear down Your block, you can hype up And tell a man "shut up!" I'll pull out the ting like "blud, or what?" [Outro: P Money] Everybody knows we're OG'z Everybody knows we're OG'z And on top of that, we're OG'z Get me? Can't chat to me OG'z, Kozzie Money over everyone Let's have a business House visits Some shower delivery