Sweater, cut off, yeah, yeah, yeah I eat tea for me this one Rise it up and slam it Two whaps in the ride, don't panic, slap it Whacking, we left them battered Shank swinging, that's ketchup splattered I'm a savage, I'll do man bad Straight drop dealers, no magic Fuck up my cash, I can't do cats bad I love it when the funds run rapid Bad one wants all of my time Like she don't know I'm in the tea house lagging White girl banging, dark one smashing Phone lines cracking, up it I love the sound when the match starts slapping We really do what we say We ain't out here for no fashion And I was that little hood rat that was trapping out block shit Bottoms tucked into my sock, ran me on waves Could've lapped for no opps, me not living, lines still ringing Begging man try, put hands on my prof Begging man try, put hands on my guys The guys who probably had a strip taped off Phone calls like, what happened over them sides? What? Which block? I was probably tagging up, calculating how much pros I'ma make off the bud this month It's mad how them man love chat on the net But when they get hit up, there's not much said Talking wild, don't snatch for fed We're flex, we ain't built like them Pay attention when you slide If it's opps, let it sky Bring it back, rewind it Rise out of pics, clap it, go hard I'm swinging my arm like a Rob Van Dam I'm running man down like we're doing up tag Long clip, call it mag Double tap, take him out Pay attention when you slide If it's opps, let it sky Bring it back, rewind it Rise out of pics, clap it, go hard I'm swinging my arm like a Rob Van Dam I'm running man down like we're doing up tag Long clip, call it mag Double tap, take him out Rolling, I'm on the rear with the ting controlling They stopping for boy then Many occasion we plan to annoy them That block's quiet, bringing the noise in Send man down south like Croydon Get on the stall and it's us they're avoiding The bells are golden or green and red Pick your poison Choices get made on sat not after Ready and roll for the action I give him a ching if he's asking for one I give him some more, say I'm overreacting See them at the junction with a burner It's nothing to clap them, sign get slapping Lights, camera, action They run off before it's flashing Get done, was it nine or holly? Really attempted, tried it properly Look off the vibe, Tally's all pissed She's saying the party was popping Girls say I sound kind of cottony Meant to set up like the army's spotting Spend an arm and a leg on them arms So him having abs really ain't no problem 98 gang, patting up guns and Barbies knock them They got drugs, don't know how to dot them They got gums, don't know how to rock them Take the chance, crash out of a foreign Have a hunch that they dead and we doing them horrid Bring a ZK2 if the whack move's dodgy Rolling, really tryna catch us a body Pay attention when you slide If it's opps, let it sky Bring it back, rewind it Rise out of pigs, clap it, go hard Mom swinging my arm like a Rov Van Dam I'm running man down like we're doing uptight Long clip, call it mag Double tap, take him out Pay attention when you slide If it's opps, let it sky Bring it back, rewind it Rise out of pigs, clap it, go hard Mom swinging my arm like a Rov Van Dam I'm running man down like we're doing uptight Long clip, call it mag Double tap, take him out