Grace mad about bars like Kenny
'Cause she keeps hearin' her name on the telly
The first rideout, my legs turned jelly
Second rideout, gassed up, I was ready
I see bro slap corn so steady
He's Jason and they're callin' me Freddy
Fifteen, that was me up in Eddy
Where was you then? At home with your teddys
Yo, I'm tryna crash man, nap man and just pack man
I'm shooting these kids, no Pacman
The other day I would've done us a drill
But they're with babies, pushing them in a black pram
In the dance, they be watching my black hand
Slap man, do it like frog, just splash man
Gas gang, I'm tryna rinse five and Afghan
Badman, OFB t'ug, no wass gang
Run for your life if the driver stops
Lack on your block, let me write him off
Get caught, get bun, we light your top
He bucked me and bro, where's my man gone?
They're not on nothing, just hyper dons
Get your four door smashed, we sliding on
I ain't casting a spell when I rise the wand
This IC3 love frightening dons
Headshot, chest shot, leg shots
Double tap shotguns, leave you with a red top
Head tops, slide tryna see what your ends on
End of, car door pop and the opps get stepped on
That was me in the back of that car
Lingerin' around, watchin' opps get crept on
I don't wanna go back to the wing
When I'm runnin' in cells tryna plug man's head top