No Porkies

JS, free the guys (Brigades) Come on AP and Rack5, live in the jailhouse, you get it Free the Conspiracy Gang, Constantly Getting Money CGM Soon home, come on Man can't sleep on a vio, give me the drop, I'll have that covered (JS) YouTube gangsters, real life f- They get mopped and brushered (pussies) Free all the gang soon land Little setback in the can, it's nothing (gang) Bitch stop moving salty, come tick tock for the gang, no stunting (woi-oi) Bruk it, set it (set it) See an opp anywhere, and man set it (gang) Right now, tryna get this bread in There's no way that this beef is deading (nope) Lying on gang in music (pussies) This tings doing more than bruising Pull up at yards when everyone's snoozing Step on your block and lose it There ain't no picking or choosing Fuck with the opps, see me, you're pissed (fact) In the back of the whip with tints Jump out gang, get swiped, get chinged (ching) I heard he's a friend of an opp Get caught by gang then it is what it is (gang) I ain't gotta chat too loose Fuck all the verbal, slip, that's it I can talk about numerous drillings (drillings) I ain't gotta chat too loose (nope) We're cut from a different cloth We do things that them boy won't do (gang) And man talk facts on tracks, no porky pies Don't lie pon tunes (no way) If you ain't gang don't trust me A friend of an opp he can hold that too (bow!) I can talk about numerous drillings (drillings) I ain't gotta chat too loose (gang) We're cut from a different cloth We do things that them boy won't do (mmh) And man talk facts on tracks, no porky pies Don't lie pon tunes (nope) If you ain't gang don't trust me A friend of an opp he can hold that too (bow!) Stuck in the kitchen, straight to the whipping Pyrex filled to the tip top (whip) Jakes wanna talk bout drillings, I act confused Like which block? (Flipped it) I was riding 23 bang up, couldn't keep my eyes off the tick tock (ay) And I don't know nothing 'bout sandals I can't watch this flip flop I'm looking at my mans song like What's going on? I'm so confused (what?) I'll run around London nude If you tell me a time that he spilled some juice (some dickhead) I'm watching myself on the news Like there's no way that we're calling a truce (no way) My screw ain't loose, I ain't got one I bought me a shotgun, I don't want Loubs We need more yards for hammers (blammers) And I don't wanna fuck this badders True say man need to keep her patterned (badders) And I heard that my mans rapping, madting How can they let that happen? (How?) And the talking ting, that's long So more time I ain't on chattings (chattin'-chattin'-chattin'-chattin') They're liking the style on the gangdem, madting Free all the guys on the landing Cop it, chop it, sand them, mandem pull up on yutes at random I was on basic coping These times I was just thinkin' 'bout standard Never had a plug for the tizzy, I ripped out the wires My telly was tampered I was tryna put six gold teet' in this spin You was tryna put six gold teet' in your mout' (dickhead) A hundred man in your vid, when I slide on your block Ain't no one about (where 'dem 'dere?) Shotgun with the shotgun, pop one They run when I'm leaning out And I've dipped guys with my flick knife Man don't think twice, they scream and shout If my mans wearing Armani, do his AJ and leave no trace (none) TT flake, and the sand come tan like Dave (buj) Likkle man try ask for a raise True say the hotline bling like Drake (brr!) In the T on my J with a Z, do it for the pounds, I love this cake (love it) I told bro that we're way too bait, I ain't tryna end up on UDN (no) One hand when I'm fishing the Pyrex But I need two when I liff up this skeng I'm into the broad day chingings Machete swing, we're violent men (crazy) Pellets gon' fly out the barrel, side by side that's right and left (normal) The rambo gon' rip through your ch- (shh) Push flick knives straight in a man's n- Bro said that I'm tapped in the head That drill is attempt all I want is d- (shh) How many times did I circle around? Ain't see no one then circle again (spin it) I told bro un-cock that spinner, it weren't that nigga I thought it was them I can talk about numerous drillings (drillings) I ain't gotta chat too loose (nope) We're cut from a different cloth We do things that them boy won't do (gang) And man talk facts on tracks, no porky pies Don't lie pon tunes (no way) If you ain't gang don't trust me A friend of an opp he can hold that too (bow!) I can talk about numerous drillings (drillings) I ain't gotta chat too loose (gang) We're cut from a different cloth We do things that them boy won't do (mmh) And man talk facts on tracks, no porky pies Don't lie pon tunes (nope) If you ain't gang don't trust me A friend of an opp he can hold that too (bow!) Rah it's BKay unah