Yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah)
That's a .44 long
That's a .32 spin
Man bun man Skeng with an evil grin
That's coke, that's leng
That's corn, that's skeng
That's Movements
Know imma ride that skeng
Jus' bunned that block two times
Ran off on the block two times
That's new straps and new shine
Man this life is a game
True crime
My Anglo went in the Thames
Mix that botch with the shots and blend
Chanel and Louis my only friends
Fuck them, I don't wanna make amends
.44 long still the latest trend
I don't cover my face
They already know what's up on the base
I'm still on the block
I'm in love with the place
I get a lick and I give it to bro
All of the money I sent to jail
'Cause man slipped up
And got sent to hell
Bando baby I was meant to fail
But it's matchin' LV, cuz of my kit
New LV man, bag for my stick
Take no chance
Hands up wit the brick
Coke in the pot
I'll show you a trick
Do it live in the streets, not sorta
Drill it
Petrol bath for the sauna
Imma wash, you can tell by my aurora
But when the phone rings
Still takin' orders
If you see me with toolys
Don't be dumb
Approach with caution
Have you ever cut pass Jakes
With a wap in the ride?
Man that feelings awkward
Had to fill up my plate
'Cah skeng's ain't cheap
And corn's important
Lak get whacked
No forcin'
Why you think half of the gang went tourin'?
Back the five-stack out on a sweet one
She lookin' at me like
Damn, he's awesome
Ay, back my shank
Tryna aim for your vocals
Make you smile from the neck
The opps told 'nuff
But bare mans bled
Yo
Ay ya, duck man down on all vicious
Caught man slippin'
Push my shank in his head
Got the dots on the bike
And rev, pull up on the hill and kwef
Joggin' joggin'
Wit a passion
Did it out the bando
Distributin' these webs
And I ain't got time for the talkin'
Imma pull up
Leave the scene ments
Listen
But gang's been doin' it
She got a back, but the face just ruined it
Uh
And the twelve got two in it
If there's an opp in the place
We're removin' him
Them man had a mission to boom
And your bitch be a bad
If I chuck you, of course
And I been on you
Tryna turn man corpse
Niggas just talking
I've seen them niggas on the fence
Still chef man down
No remorse
Heard man bobbin' and weavin'
Opps get lined out in chalk
And, it's just that your players
Stop it
The corn gon' fall like a rocket
Hog all that Lush
Don't touch it
Get goons on with me
And I'm itchin' to dump it
Uh
And these niggas cappin'
The weapon on me
Is a part of the fashion
Shorty want dick
But no, she can't have it
But no, she can't have it
Them times, I was bando bitch
And I upped my stack
'Cah I needed peas
I never needed a helpin' hand
Had to make a plan
To get on my feet
Got bird from afghan plugs
But it's always a drought
Why never a sea
Mum said, "be home when the sun's down"
But I was on the strip
Tryna see more creed
Fly that pack
'Cah I need more funds
Need more bands
This ain't for fun
Back then I used to have no plug
I had no connect
Now my data's done
Life star
Saw how the mandem live
And now she ain't tryna leave the crib
If you step round
You can tell it's a mazza
The snow forms out like a girl on shift
Bow, bow