I got white, brown, black in a trap, time I run, I come back with a cash
AMG with that digital dash, 158 on that M-Way, can't crash
I didn't even know I'm warning, trap star baby, just got boxed in the morning
Used to move deadpacks, it was appalling, lights still calling, good shots can't ignore em
Tryna hit the belly, over and over again, it's getting hot like Nelly
Can't be on the wing like Moinelli, with the plug, gotta count up the readies
And with the gang like Recess, man, them guys like C.A.
Got a coke, no diet, on a big wave like a pirate, got birds in the air, I'm flying
She's moving all fussy, white brown girls always causing musty
I got the sauce, no chutney, busting themselves like Gumtree
Yo, I need to sort that one go, five bricks and a beat up under
Drop it off to my trot up under, PK with a big boy dunder
No, we don't ever do that, we don't ever do that
Talk to police, a dutch pack, no area devise
My eyes looking all Vietnamese, had a pistol underneath my kameez
In the rain, if you can see how the stars look
Shades on my face, bodshot like Shoreham
Super saiyan pack like Broly
Used to shot ten bags, I was sixteen in Kali
More rock and hash while I eat Lebanese
Get a feed from Faisal Waleed
I was billing up Cali in the Euros
Me and C2 fast laying in Europe
Shots in the morning, shots in the evening
Yeah, I need it, send one, two, text and delete it
I got too much to lose, but I ain't got nothing to prove
Paris packs, but I ain't been to Paris
I can't believe this, a selfie by Snow Fatige
Whip it up like Baba Ghanoush
And you know I don't suck on balloons