Lyrics

[Verse] In that CLA talking mad greaze It's headshots when I slap Ds Gun in my pocket like some house keys I'll shoot the whole strip then I'm outie I know the feds wanna Mark Duggan me But I stay with my stick, still ducking these Got some fresh dots, Berettas and some fresh Glocks I know the plug, I phone him up "I need ten box" If they send subliminals we send ten shots Nigga's gone mad fucking round with me The AK's down my leg real casually Cause a casualty, redrum catastrophe I'm whipping up food, this ain't scrambled eggs The buj same colour as Malcolm X I'm in the X4 talking coke prices Gonna rob the link if the price rises I make my heat rise like the fucking climate Thirty shots to his chest leaves him lifeless In the kitchen whipping chicken, Tennessee's Half a chicken nigga that's eleven G's £550 shoes, big Saint Laurent's If she sees this money I bet she comes Imma fuck these bitches one by one I'm strapped with this big Terminator gun My nigga's doing life, I'm still optimistic You've never caught a body, let's be realistic If a body got dropped you know I did it From Pecky to Wooly you know I blow my biscuit I don't rate man, betray, wave, spray man I tan skin, spray tan, I'm a grave man The Mossberg pump, that's the broomstick One dump chump you'll be wounded Look I was in jail riding stiff time Now it's eighteen carat gold on my wrist line I send one hundred shots when it's stick time The MAC turn your face into fragments I only speak money, I don't know broke language Getting head in that pearl white Aston Vanquish Your nigga got merked, never rid for him My stick foreign, whip foreign, chick foreign Dick blowing, wrist glowing Make a killing off that white girl, Pistorius Counting up racks, free Older Snap Free Nutty too, the slug will split your mind in two Imma bang her on my ones, I don't need no crew You'll be hooked to tubes when the Uzi booms Nigga said it's beef so I'm loading up Look I can have his chest all opened up Paramedics on the scene tryna close him up Golden shells loaded in this golden gun Niggas turned G's, since when akh? The AR breaks his chest and makes his neck snap I'm rolling round with Zish nigga fuck police Look he can get five from that F for free I left school, no dough had to trap hard Now my slate of buj is flatter than a bankcard Never judge a book by its cover, read the whole book This cocaine's whiter than George Bush I remix work, turn one to three This big .45 is my bestie I don't do love, I need a straight freak Caribbean weave, come taste me I'm speeding in that two-door wavey I'm just tryna beat then I'm Swayze I'm talking Persian rugs in the penthouse I'm just happy that they let Young Spent out They call us AMG boys, we get the Benz out Ray-Ban shades, I ain't slept in days Counting up this money till my head aches In the cut playing Fabulous' S.O.U.L Tapes Nigga fuck a rap career, I'm drug dealing In the S-Class with the suede ceiling In the Dorchester Hotel's where we hold our meetings Fuck these fuckboys, we ain't seeing even These niggas ain't G's they're some boys for me I was shooting guns, you was watching Toy Story My name should beat guns like the boy Cory Look I've got more than a thousand war stories Let a nigga stunt, he can make the news Mummy's boy's dead, should have stayed in school All I know is murder, I don't know no different With the toast I get real close, let the burner kiss him I break down bricks, I don't do karate I can teach you how to do this, I'm Mr Miyagi How's the MAC-10 spray? Issey Miyake Bitches calling me papi from London straight to Miami Last week's swag cost a salary The TEC's singing like Amy Winehouse, Valerie I fucked all my girl's friends now she's mad at me Look I carry heat and spit rapidly Talk tough you'll be jukked up Throw shots, the pump will hit a nigga close up In the sauna balling nigga Adrien Broner Casino lifestyle nigga playing poker R.I.P my niggas nigga free my niggas Chinchilla jacket nigga fuck them other niggas Bitches talking Birkin bags and red bottoms Spending that nigga's P's cause you know the feds got 'em Wanna put a stop to my shine like a set of curtains The Trey shoots or the semi bursting I'm bad boy Snap, I'll blaze any person I'll shoot him out his skin, about I'm moving nervous