[Verse: Ghetts]
Colt 45
Rider, road all night
You owe your life
Thank god you got home all right
I heard you what you said
Pussyhole, no more lies
Don’t think you’re rough
You’re butterflying some bogle guy

I’m wicked and bad
Come through swinging a bat
You wanna fight with your fist and feet?
Rudeboy, visit Japan
This go clickety clack
And I don’t mind flicking the shank
I ain’t got a number for Mark Morrison
But I’m ringing the Mac

Look around me
Nothing but real n***as around me
One two or white gyal
Three or four lighties
Five or six darkies
Seven or eight brownings
Drink Magnums everyday
But that don’t make us alchies
Wallahi
I say "ay gyal" like a yardie
I can do so much with this paper
Boy, you'd think I learnt origami
Point me to the party
Big joint like I'm Marley
Enjoying it calmly
Avoid me if you're jarring

Check this
I need 20 on the guest list
I need Henny on the rider
Let Kelly and her friends in
Spending
Every penny that I left with
‘Everything get lock arff’
If I see enemies in my section

Death wish
Who’s got a death wish?
I can make that wish come true
I’m the red genie and I’m horrendous
Jafari
Don’t ‘hi’, ‘hello’ or ‘wha gwan’ me
I go anywhere in the world
But I wouldn’t go Carni
Draw out
Gotta bring the sword out
Even if you get away with it when you’re there
I bet feds kick your door down
But if man played
“Aaa – Aaa”
At Rampage
You can bet that will get torn down