Swear down, MoreMoney produced this?

Tryna get bread with my bredrins

I'll cut man and cut the tension

Straight offence, we ain't doin' no fencin'

Ghosty

Tryna get bread with my bredrins

Tryna-tryna get

Tryna get bread-bread-bread

What a lovely one, she wants the wood

Said I'm fly just like Thomas Cook

Heard my new songs and they wanted hooks

So we're just tryna cheff like I want to cook

Tryna get bread with my bredrins

Tryna get bread with my bredrins

Tryna get bread with my bredrins

Tryna get bread-bread-bread

What a lovely one, she wants the wood

Said I'm fly just like Thomas Cook

Heard my new songs and they wanted hooks

So we're just tryna cheff like I want to cook

Tryna get bread with my bredrins

Tryna get bread with my bredrins

Tryna get bread with my bredrins

Tryna get bread-bread-bread

If you ain't gettin' bread then you're not my bredrin

In the trap with Jack and Daniel

Even though that it's not my beverage

Splash for the bands, I'm not pretendin'

I got the juice, I got the beverage

I got it too, better respect it

Bro got him in his front and back

Through his Canada Goose, tryna get an appendix

Dome might get him

Spill him in two, half a lemon

Heard he got slapped with loads of seeds

Now he's lookin' like a watermelon

I was tryna be the richest juve'

Tryna have the biggest stack

Piffest gyal with the biggest booty

Now they wanna watch me, it's a movie

Gun buss down with the ruler

Thing on my hip like a fuckin' hula

I would've jeeted my gyal sooner

But word on the block, she smell like tuna

Unknown caller

One of my scrum got a drop on a baller

Only one hustler on this corner

If we ain't bros, you ain't gettin' a warner

Lil bro-bro done a mad ting

With one glove, he's Michael Jackson

Buck five-O, I'm the captain

Split him in two like I'm doin' a fraction

Race to the cash then

Run through thots, I might overlap them

Don't talk too much when I smack them

Said she want wood from the front and back end

What a lovely one, she wants the wood

Said I'm fly just like Thomas Cook

Heard my new songs and they wanted hooks

So we're just tryna cheff like I want to cook

Tryna get bread with my bredrins

Tryna get bread with my bredrins

Tryna get bread with my bredrins

Tryna get bread-bread-bread

What a lovely one, she wants the wood

Said I'm fly just like Thomas Cook

Heard my new songs and they wanted hooks

So we're just tryna cheff like I want to cook

Tryna get bread with my bredrins

Tryna get bread with my bredrins

Tryna get bread with my bredrins

Tryna get bread-bread-bread

If I got intentions

No tweet or mention

I'll cut man and cut the tension

Straight offence, we ain't doin' no fencin'

I don't par with the talkers

Gyal get opened and shared like Walkers

Them boy chips, they already got salted

Snot nose yutes can't hang with the cool kids

And t'ugs who I cool with

I know what a fool is

Say you're in the field, don't know where the ball is

I hit beats, don't need no chorus

Drillin' and juggin'

Rock in the pot, can you smell what I'm cookin'?

Gyal on my phone, no woodin'

Send me some nudes, let me see how it's lookin'

I was gettin' food from a yardie man

'Til one day, his bro got whacked

Feelin' like Hus when I drop these bricks of bud

Nearly broke my back

I don't even know this yute

But he said he's bro so I know it's that

I ain't gotta wait 'til Thursday

Everyday ting's gonna throw it back

She wanna roll, step with a t'ug

She left them yutes, better with us

Tryna give man 'uck in the getaway truck

She talks a lot so I give her the cock

It was '015 in South 15 I was pebblin' up

My young bull on smoke

Just jumped on road tryna get him a buzz

What a lovely one, she wants the wood (Swear down, MoreMoney produced this?)

Said I'm fly just like Thomas Cook

Heard my new songs and they wanted hooks

So we're just tryna cheff like I want to cook (Ghosty)

Tryna get bread with my bredrins

Tryna get bread with my bredrins

Tryna get bread with my bredrins

Tryna get bread-bread-bread