[Intro]
Griiii baow baow
Gang gang shit uno
One to the two and four for the four next time run up to the shops
Talk about me get cheffed (o Range)
I love you [?]
Okay (uh huh)
Scrii Scrii Scrii
Pattern up pattern up
O Range
[Verse 1: Jamie Gel]
Jamie out here I don't fuck with socials (uh huh)
They wanna kill my vocals
Say no more I'm through with my practicals (no way)
They told me drills influential (naaa)
Oh fuck that it's coincidental (fuck it)
Oh fuck what's wrong with your mental (fuck it)
Oh fuck it where's your physical health doctor she might have slept at her funeral (ching)
They still talk bout man (oh no)
Oh shit they got no shanks
They got no guns they got no fans
Oh fuck that it must be prank
You fucking skunk
You fucking waste man (fuck you) show you're thug (oh no)
I ain't squashing no beef till 8 drop down (no beef)
I swing my black blade in my hand you know it (of course yеah)
Left him down for bleeding [?]
Fucked him up for preeing (fuck it)
Oh fuck it let's bе cheeky
Why you preeing man, man you funny
You funny like bean I'ma have your kidney (kidney)
Swing my chinger, swing that chinger left him bleeding (ching ching ching ching)
He was out there swimming (catfish), now's man's a fish (mudfish)
Got the hook in his throat now I'ma take his bitch (uh huh)
And if it get chingy, you got you chingy deadly wish (Griiii baow)
Now it's whatever fams stucked to the Mets like bricks
I hit my phone and prick started chatting man's chatting shit (chat chat)
I needa drop another mad ting (uh huh)
I can't put this beef in a spliff (never)
I wanna see some spillings and splashing (ching)
Wavey shit in and out the crib (some wavey shit)
Wavey shit in and out the crib (uh huh)
[Verse 2: Cadii]
Ayy broddy ,exhibit (later)
And ma Lambeth ting ain't grinnin'
In the bando with ma bros,we chingin' (hoo hoo)
Get me the riz ,am high let me bun it (Griiii baow)
Step in the bando ,I m with my bro bro
Gettin' some more dough (bandoo)
If I pull up out there with my army,I hear the opp boys go loco (yo)
She say she gon' text me back
Bitch-Bitch-Bitch wan' text me now when she see that the mandem making bands(funny)
Its funny I made 10k this week while her bf couldn't cash out(my off day)
Me and my GM's don't condone those groupies ,its a sign of a stupid act(Nah bitch)
Nah bitch ,I hate that gash
I don't have time for those foolish chats (oh no)
'Member them days that I asked that bitch to share my track to fams(what she say)
Bruh she said uh naaa,oh yh she didn't do it ,I told my man Jamie about it(my man)
My man said delete that bitch,fuck she ain't the real deal (naa)
She out there poppin' big pills(oh yh she's livid)
I don't wanna fuck with them,I m the big fish(oh yh Cadii's the big tin)
Cah My man went to the can(not once)
Fresh home he still on tag(not bad)
I don't wanna talk 'bout what he's done(ya zimmie,ya zimmie)
Just pattern up now
[Outro]
[?]
Griiii baow baow
Gang gang shit uno
One to the two and four for the four next time run up to the shops
Talk about me get cheffed (o Range)
I love you [?]
Okay (uh huh)
Scrii Scrii Scrii
Pattern up pattern up
O Range
[Verse 1: Jamie Gel]
Jamie out here I don't fuck with socials (uh huh)
They wanna kill my vocals
Say no more I'm through with my practicals (no way)
They told me drills influential (naaa)
Oh fuck that it's coincidental (fuck it)
Oh fuck what's wrong with your mental (fuck it)
Oh fuck it where's your physical health doctor she might have slept at her funeral (ching)
They still talk bout man (oh no)
Oh shit they got no shanks
They got no guns they got no fans
Oh fuck that it must be prank
You fucking skunk
You fucking waste man (fuck you) show you're thug (oh no)
I ain't squashing no beef till 8 drop down (no beef)
I swing my black blade in my hand you know it (of course yеah)
Left him down for bleeding [?]
Fucked him up for preeing (fuck it)
Oh fuck it let's bе cheeky
Why you preeing man, man you funny
You funny like bean I'ma have your kidney (kidney)
Swing my chinger, swing that chinger left him bleeding (ching ching ching ching)
He was out there swimming (catfish), now's man's a fish (mudfish)
Got the hook in his throat now I'ma take his bitch (uh huh)
And if it get chingy, you got you chingy deadly wish (Griiii baow)
Now it's whatever fams stucked to the Mets like bricks
I hit my phone and prick started chatting man's chatting shit (chat chat)
I needa drop another mad ting (uh huh)
I can't put this beef in a spliff (never)
I wanna see some spillings and splashing (ching)
Wavey shit in and out the crib (some wavey shit)
Wavey shit in and out the crib (uh huh)
[Verse 2: Cadii]
Ayy broddy ,exhibit (later)
And ma Lambeth ting ain't grinnin'
In the bando with ma bros,we chingin' (hoo hoo)
Get me the riz ,am high let me bun it (Griiii baow)
Step in the bando ,I m with my bro bro
Gettin' some more dough (bandoo)
If I pull up out there with my army,I hear the opp boys go loco (yo)
She say she gon' text me back
Bitch-Bitch-Bitch wan' text me now when she see that the mandem making bands(funny)
Its funny I made 10k this week while her bf couldn't cash out(my off day)
Me and my GM's don't condone those groupies ,its a sign of a stupid act(Nah bitch)
Nah bitch ,I hate that gash
I don't have time for those foolish chats (oh no)
'Member them days that I asked that bitch to share my track to fams(what she say)
Bruh she said uh naaa,oh yh she didn't do it ,I told my man Jamie about it(my man)
My man said delete that bitch,fuck she ain't the real deal (naa)
She out there poppin' big pills(oh yh she's livid)
I don't wanna fuck with them,I m the big fish(oh yh Cadii's the big tin)
Cah My man went to the can(not once)
Fresh home he still on tag(not bad)
I don't wanna talk 'bout what he's done(ya zimmie,ya zimmie)
Just pattern up now
[Outro]
[?]
( Jamie Gel )
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