Spin the gaari, we gon' get you for certain
Lean out strap first when we step with them burners
Pass the Glock, fill it up, cock it back and reverse 'em
He tried put on a show till we pulled up and we closed the curtains
Pick up the heat, don't burn the fire out
Pass me the drop, I'll bring the fire round
I'm tryna slide now
Let it bah, bodies drop, that's a body down
Feds on me so lock this wap and hope they don't find out
Prosecutor said that I'm glamorising violence
He's pointing out the obvious, of course I'm slapping my ting
Burners in the car, we got it frightening
I was chatting to his girl, "Do you really love him?
Drop you change if you line him"
I'm in my cell, eating right
Put the mackerel in the kettle, use my knife then mix it up with rice
Bang the nine, bally and shades so the smoke don't go in my eye
Open the roof, she gave me neck while I was looking at the sky
I ain't your average guy, I'm established in the streets
Numerous times I've slapped my heat, spent racks on plenty pieces
And they say "Who's won the beef?", I can tell you lot for free
Left with Long Live's in their bios and RIP's on their tees
And these convictions really left me with a headache
On the pitch with a stick, doing miracles like Pele
You ain't a shooter with your dead aim
My mum found the wap under my bed and she hit me with a head shake
Spin the gaari, we gon' get you for certain
Lean out strap first when we step with them burners
Pass the Glock, fill it up, cock it back and reverse 'em
He tried put on a show till we pulled up and we closed the curtains
Pick up the heat, don't burn the fire out
Pass me the drop, I'll bring the fire round
I'm tryna slide now
Let it bah, bodies drop, that's a body down
Feds on me so lock this wap and hope they don't find out
Had a vintage strap that came straight from World War Two
Shotty couldn't fit in the bag so we chopped it in two
And who's bad? I'm saying it's deffo not you
I left his head bleeding out and had his face all over breaking news
Won't bring my phone, I ain't getting nicked by cell site
Fresh G-lock out the box and it slaps nice
Got no filter like Tate, I hope they all die
Rambo through his skin, I'll really show you how to swing knives
I'm in the mud with the gang and a dirty stick
They talk in the station so I call them boys some dirty pigs
Sneaky diss but you're doing up family man
Don't let me catch you with your bitch, I'll put a bullet through her tits
Money over beef, I can tell you I agree
I'm not bringing one plate, make the whole team eat
We're from Brum with them guns, roadside in the East
And they know what I rep, Small Heath to Bordesley Green
Spin the gaari, we gon' get you for certain
Lean out strap first when we step with them burners
Pass the Glock, fill it up, cock it back and reverse 'em
He tried put on a show till we pulled up and we closed the curtains
Pick up the heat, don't burn the fire out
Pass me the drop, I'll bring the fire round
I'm tryna slide now
Let it bah, bodies drop, that's a body down
Feds on me so lock this wap and hope they don't find out
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