[Intro]
(なに?!あれはウWalkz ka?!)
[Verse]
I was in a que at rave mans holding a search with my shank all ballsed off
Man Vibes wid a 1 2 maggy
Da opps local n I ain’t tryna fall off
Got a badders on man from I pulled up
Grabbin on man tell shawty to bool off
Every so often I’m clearing my line
Ca my Gyal n da Jakes wanna go through my
Call log
Yard dance holding da craziest wine
Brownin buckin it takin her time
Da lighties dem wanna rave wid da guys
N da Grey tings giving man slavery vibes
Cut thru grave n play wid ya life
Ain’t None of dem boy der safe on a glide
Drill wen I must but I stay on my grind
But chat onda guys can’t give man a bly
Slander my name
He’s walking da plank
I ain’t wid da chatting im backing ma yank
On a lack get slapped wit da back of ma hand
Ona move get slapped inda back of da van
Still got da bad ones loving on man
Ca i comе thru smelling like pack robanne
Kick onda twеlvies packing a bang
Tryna pack man mans dargy more if I can
When slidin we do it vikings
Iron on my side like ragnors son
I’m calm one but I’ll slap my gun off
N juice man quick like a Capri sun
Got young boy flying up Kent
Move slow better get right back like Trent
If he don’t wanna grind he won’t eat like lent
Best step wid a chef anywhere there sent
One up or do it wid a soldier
Tryna look lij in stolen skoda
Bro send ma da addy man roll up
Quickly kweng dat see a man fold up
Like wahblo what wid da hold up?
Bro cut thru wit a buss daytona
Now da gyaldem are catty like doja
Ca they see a young ngga pull up in a rover
Bro seen man pull up worldie
Da mandem are hating da fact that I’m punchin
Still Cuttin thru da L mans comfy n dat
But were still In a war in the dungeons
Man zulu step wid da gunmen
Red bandanas but we ain’t Inna bompton
Or London I’m saying this once I’m a Luton badman like Charlie bronson
Real GMs
Free TN real he one from the narm like Delboy
Free Edz real one from the L Boy
Step with a spins inda wiz like hellboy
No Chattin were gettin it brackin
Do it n handle the case like bellboys
One hand onda kid that’s curtains don’t buck mally he’ll send you to hell boy
No chattin we’re doing him up
Came wid a sh but i stepped in calm
If man want qualms
Swing it n tense my arm got me feelin like genghis Khan
(なに?!あれはウWalkz ka?!)
[Verse]
I was in a que at rave mans holding a search with my shank all ballsed off
Man Vibes wid a 1 2 maggy
Da opps local n I ain’t tryna fall off
Got a badders on man from I pulled up
Grabbin on man tell shawty to bool off
Every so often I’m clearing my line
Ca my Gyal n da Jakes wanna go through my
Call log
Yard dance holding da craziest wine
Brownin buckin it takin her time
Da lighties dem wanna rave wid da guys
N da Grey tings giving man slavery vibes
Cut thru grave n play wid ya life
Ain’t None of dem boy der safe on a glide
Drill wen I must but I stay on my grind
But chat onda guys can’t give man a bly
Slander my name
He’s walking da plank
I ain’t wid da chatting im backing ma yank
On a lack get slapped wit da back of ma hand
Ona move get slapped inda back of da van
Still got da bad ones loving on man
Ca i comе thru smelling like pack robanne
Kick onda twеlvies packing a bang
Tryna pack man mans dargy more if I can
When slidin we do it vikings
Iron on my side like ragnors son
I’m calm one but I’ll slap my gun off
N juice man quick like a Capri sun
Got young boy flying up Kent
Move slow better get right back like Trent
If he don’t wanna grind he won’t eat like lent
Best step wid a chef anywhere there sent
One up or do it wid a soldier
Tryna look lij in stolen skoda
Bro send ma da addy man roll up
Quickly kweng dat see a man fold up
Like wahblo what wid da hold up?
Bro cut thru wit a buss daytona
Now da gyaldem are catty like doja
Ca they see a young ngga pull up in a rover
Bro seen man pull up worldie
Da mandem are hating da fact that I’m punchin
Still Cuttin thru da L mans comfy n dat
But were still In a war in the dungeons
Man zulu step wid da gunmen
Red bandanas but we ain’t Inna bompton
Or London I’m saying this once I’m a Luton badman like Charlie bronson
Real GMs
Free TN real he one from the narm like Delboy
Free Edz real one from the L Boy
Step with a spins inda wiz like hellboy
No Chattin were gettin it brackin
Do it n handle the case like bellboys
One hand onda kid that’s curtains don’t buck mally he’ll send you to hell boy
No chattin we’re doing him up
Came wid a sh but i stepped in calm
If man want qualms
Swing it n tense my arm got me feelin like genghis Khan
( Jax (UK) )
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