She 'wanna see my weapons and my funds

She 'wanna see my weapons and my funds
She's searching for her Superman but she can't get me sprung
Talking on my name bullets running out my

She 'wanna see my weapons and my funds
She's searching for her Superman but she can't get me sprung
Talking on my name bullets running out my gun
That used to be my brother 'woulda gave that boy a lung
Now we're 'tryna kill him then say sorry to his mum
Now I'm skipping countries like my n***a what we done?
Blowing all this money like its fun (yah)
All this redrum, all this redrum (yeah), all this redrum (look)

(Verse 1)
T-this big back 'ting 'wanna go on bad
I said open your bag, you can hold this strap
I might sell you a dream, but still lay it down in facts
You're not gonna get another n***a like me, girl, you must be mad
Come on don't be so daft, that's thirty-six in the pack
'Gotta break that down that's trap 'n graft
PRS in 'me bank
Tell the opps don't sleep on the wing
The rats get caught no thing
Roll in your pad get chinged
Screw never saw one thing
Wrap up the crack in cling
Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah
'Huh
I don't do these Chinese whispers
Get round there I'm causing a havok
I don't need no one to do it for me
I leave everything tragic
Then disappear like magic
You should know, the pattern already
One arm shooting I'm holding it steady
Murder on 'me mind like Melly ('huh)
'Tryna make this flip ('huh)
Trap house getting them bands
If I get knicked with this work
It's sweatbox court and straight remand
God damn, thats not in the plan
I 'wanna fuck every girl in the world I'm a greedy man
Yah, yah, yah, yah

She 'wanna see my weapons and my funds
She's searching for her Superman but she can't get 'me sprung
Talking on my name bullets running out my gun
That used to be my brother 'woulda gave that boy a lung
Now we're 'tryna kill him then say sorry to his mum
Now I'm skipping countries like my n***a what we done?
Blowing all this money like its fun
All this redrum, all this redrum, all this redrum

(Verse 2)
Yo
Four and a half for the shotty
I used it once now the handle's broken
Two grand for the 450 I've used it loads now 'me engines 'smokin
Come to the George ken any time
You'll see all these knick-knacks 'floatin
God damn it
Everyone choking the works too potent
It's a fucked-up life but I love it
I could see these man was fake from early
Take 'me strap in public, 'Watcha know about on sight?
Crash it, fuck it
Like anywhere does it
If the plod come armed response
This way, that way, where am I running?
Fuck it, I've gotta be running
Love or pain, I don't know what's better
Grew up, came straight from Liverpool
I chop it and send it to Leicester
A man like me's got no heart
I can't love no header
She wants me I'm a go-getter
She must think she's clever, (hah) not half
I drip got too much style
This bitch 'wanna pop out the woodwork, like
"I haven't seen you in a while"
Im a guy that made that sentence
Fuck it, sketty bums get wild
Bad bitch straight from Essex (huh)
[?] Amy Childs, [?] Amy Childs, no way
She 'wanna see my weapons and my funds (no way)
She's searching for her Superman but she can't get me sprung (no way)
Talking on my name bullets running out my gun
That used to be my brother 'woulda gave that boy a lung
Now we're 'tryna kill him then say sorry to his mum
Now I'm skipping countries like my n***a what we done?
Blowing all this money like its fun
All this redrum, all this redrum, all this redrum