I'm spotting trappers jumping up on pavements tryna flatten them

 I caught him smoking rice, he came home, he was bad again

 She asked me what I do, I pick up phones and manage them

 I think she knows what I do, I can't go into detail

 Leave my blicky with a female, bad intentions but I mean well

 I'm from Hatfield but I'm hitting them on seashells

 I find it hard to sleep well from drillings and that bee smell

 There's someone at the door, think they know what we sell

 Prosecution want me done but I just got rebelled

 I think that karma spun it back to me with tough love

 Robbing ****, tryna show them pussies what this gun does

 Show them what this gun do, shoot a **** in his face

 This ain't no kung fu, watch my demons come for you

 Baby 9 with golden bells, I got more than one for you

 Boy I got that drum for you, them bullets make them jump for you

 I'm back, I'm back again I got hit up in my shit, might have to slap again

 But I'm not even mad at them GBH attempted M's, I got beef with many men

 If I don't catch he who did it, I'ma step and burst his friend

 Got the neighbours mad at me, I'm in and out this trap again

 I'm spotting trappers jumping up on pavements tryna flatten them

 I caught him smoking rice, he came home he was bad again

 She asked me what I do, I pick up phones and manage them

 Boy don't play with me, I just stepped up A&E

 It stays with me from A to B, the doctor told me rest and sleep

 And I should be resting but I'm texting, telling them I'm on a week

 Scotty wants a three of each, I've just seen Alex for a tee