[Verse 1: Ghetts]
Getting this tree, don't want this
Two, three n***as who belong with the convicts
Running around, getting music money
So, what do you know about four bags or a sixteen?
I'm waiting, that's what I thought
You're clueless, donny
He said, she said
I find all the rumours funny
I just do me and let them talk
Plus, I'm a deep thinker
So, what am I thinking about right?
None of you n***as can have a [?]
I tell 'em my mind's already worn
Put a prick in a wheelchair so he never walks
I don't wanna hunt for a line
Say what comes to my mind, so it's never forced
I'm on the grind scene
I just don't told Whoo Kid
None of them brothers could ever undermine me
I'll take off a head-top
I'm ruthless, I be the n***a that will mix something lively
One R6, two shooters
Anyway, can't take this brother lightly
I can make one car flip if I use this
Use your brain, who's to blame?
Or are you just absolutely stupid?
I stop smoking weed
Now that be reason a man have got mood swings
Like I'm that dirty, something I got a new ting
Them man are like 30 something and out looting
You see me? I push the red button on a loose ting
I'm on a mad one, I'll easy done the skeng like it's a cap gun
Peng food, tested out on a cat's tongue
R6, black one
Bitch in the back with the fat bum
Man have been sipping on a yack, come and have some
Giggs, Ghetts, let me see
Rizla, cigarette and a bag of weed
I ain't smoked in a month
Never feel like rolling me one
Firing, smoking, it's most of my lungs
Fire in a hole, I'm overly crunk
Lighting the [?]
Can't say no to the skunk
[Verse 2: Giggs]
Fuck the speculation, I'm confirming the shit
Fuck a "do not disturb" sign, I'ma burst in this bitch
Natural, preservative shit
You're looking at a young black connoisseur in this bitch
You know me, got that personal spliff
A white girl, that's my [?] chick
Listen
These rappers all shit, they verbally stink
Middle finger up, holding my Johnson
These white n***as, they know that I'll stomp 'em
Police, they know me as Thompson
They know me in UK but also in Compton
She's holding my ball bags, I know that she wants 'em
She heard I'm a monster and know that it's constant
Semen all over the tonsils
I know that it feels right but I know that it's wrong [?]
But fuck that, turn it around in her
Twist it, I'm twirl it around in her
That ice cream flow, swirling around in her
Bare little n***as just squirming around in her
Have you recognise why I got the crown, n***a?
Got the high grade [?] in around, n***a
Go against me, better put it down, n***a
I ain't Tupac, but I get around, n***a
Put a round in a clown n***a
When? Now, n***a
Whitney, Bobby Brown, n***a
My wave, you're gonna drown, n***a
[Outro]
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