Intro (2025)

Lyrics

[Intro: AM, Skengdo] Man I like light green on my bandana Tek jewels like I'm Santana Don't run don't trip don't run don't trip Spin this one like I'm DJ target Left you think your onto the gang your wiping powder onto your nose [Verse 1: AM] War is all I know Welcome to Brixton I mean Baghdad where anything goes Old school like stinks and souls rambos out looking for souls I just tear man out of his clothes And if you think I'm onto this gang your wiping powder under your nose I might just give my heart to a bitch cos a bitch is all a man knows At least I'm confident that your bad I'm from this neck and curl a man toes I can't get introduced to your mum she might just put her hands on my poles and have your daddy feeling upset I'm safe as dad under your phone I like light green on my bandana tek jewels like I'm Santana Run up into man's residence I see big pups in Ankara Man's gonna cut from this long pole like antenna Neighbours giving verbal I can turn your song to a gangbanger Over and under I'm feeling to whack man with this bumba (Baow!) Slap man's body out of his jumper He want lightening with this thunder (Whoosh!) I can draw first make a bet in my hometown I'm a punter I just shell it out with the bumba I just shell it out with the bumba [Verse 2: AM] Twelve years old they were calling us dads Age twenty-three when I had some children Sixteen when we raised up some sons three years later plotting to kill them Could have parked their with Kiki but the whole might tell them like Hilton Tell a youngboy pack your lunch cos we're going on fuck off trips like a pilgrim I'm gonna buck man's neck when I see him (Baow!) They got me dargs in jail just free em (Free em!) They tryna ask why they call me AM before you get round there in the PM This peng's ting tryna hit my DM She said I'm more of than an average gm And when the opps see me I don't see them I still get neck from an opp boy's BM [Verse 3: Skengdo] Don't run don't trip don't run don't trip Spin this one like I'm dj target Run up real close and bu-bu-bu blast him Man try water it down I'm laughing She love shake it for me not asking hit one-two try to bro one pass it Can't wait til the mandem's chartin Hit man's boss captain or sergeant Bro's outta shape he really gets paid I'm talkin zard ay what you doing in the rave You can turn that if you wanna be brave since he got chopped he ain't been the same Tryna get paid I'm stuck in my ways I'm in root now so I'm adding my ways You ain't ever done that live in the mains or the sith done ran into my man's ay Out here tryna put S into pain If it goes right I go Allah can take Stay on the P can't be bro G He can go now if he's throwing up- (Shh, shh) Shorty done know I got the juice Pull out ejaculate on her boobs (Moves) Skengdo why you so rude I see man run off and leave their shoes Don't run off and leave your broof Said that's your bro guess not anymore (Argh man!) Hella man talking shit yo that's what the toilets for (Go use it!) He said it's cap himself but they but they still wanna take him in Me and my bro's been knowing that shit been doing that shit since kids [Verse 4: Skengdo] All of this talking is ain't for the net The corpse and the waps are really impress Due to get wetty and nut on her breast And I clean up yourself cos I'm hitting the end She love act up but I'm hitting the end I'm with couple bros she can bring couple friends What they gotta say cos they know that I'm a gangster bu-bu-bu bang ya I got no nanka Bros in the houses it's just like Santa his got no gift he just got his blammer (Baow!) Don't be bobbing and weaving corn ain't you, you be more than mash up (Du-du-du baow!) I ain't got nuttin to prove more time just tryna be a rapper little man please don't step out your line though bro move I'll forget I'm ma rapper (Niggas know!)