Pen Game 2 (feat. Margs) [Extended Clip]

What, you think I couldn't kill it again?

I'm sick with a pen, that's why my name ringing the ends

You see gang but I'm just chilling with friends

And you don't wanna see man because more time with chino and skins

That's a big black nine, you don't wanna see what that do

Out of the blue, turn your top red like Lukaku

I know your lil' homies ain't gon' back you

You'll freeze like statues when the sweet start spreading like bad news

Curry with the shot, I ain't talking 'bout no cat suit

Caught through the beef easy, that's the ragu

And wake up and do the shit casual, no nobody baffled

And any B I touch gets mangled

We hit strips and shift bricks 'cause cash rules

Loose lips sink ships and crash tools

In broad day on the main road with fam too

Mat hanging out the right, that's a mad move

Some things are starting looking up, I gotta give thanks

But still gotta cut though the ends with a big sack

You know I like my gal in thick with a big back

My brown insole buff, I call it mixed bags

So you're saying you're

Baby girl

Take it from there

Say no more, I'll get it from here

Yo, jump on the beat, eight challenge

Bitches wanna start but can't manage

Bust down doors, do damage

**** say I got the whole package

Came up in the scene, of course

Had to give my sister a part in my racket

Let a bitch have it

Best knock over before the beef starts

Yeah, what the fuck you bitches know about ratchet?

Natural hair popping, draw who I am in a option

Bloody beats leave 'em in the coffin

Boy, you must be bluffing, talking 'bout you don't eat the muffin

If he ain't sucking that coffin, no, fuck that

Bust, bust, I'ma bust back

I be busy just getting to where the funds at

**** say I'm to pretty to do it this gritty

Boss Kubla Khan getting love in every city

Fuck with me, you ain't seem to use that disc before

On the 22nd floor, boss bitch galore

Vibe game sick, no whip, giving 'em hell

Had the **** catting for me like them brothers in jail

I ain't talking Louboutin's when I say buddy shoes

But that's what it's gonna be if you fuck with my money moves

Whole team winning, never lose

Only fuck with real ****, my ****, like who are you?

You like a two in the queue

I'm a nine ball, you don't want war

You be out quicker than Scooby Doo

Uh? I'm a big deal, keep it real

How the fuck you acting like you never knew, uh?

How you really acting like you never knew what what?

You know what's good

You know I'm popping

You know what motherfucking time it is

Big up my **** Margs

South London to East London

We got the whole of London, the whole of the UK, everyone

It's a mad thing, hey

Sticking my fucking pen game up

Ain't fucking with us, Banks