Hoods Hottest, Pt. 1

Yeah

Aye, Jamie, this one's crazy

(You already know what time it is)

Yeah, yo, look

The MAC kicks back like a stoner

My **** to the right will box man like he's Broner

Fifteen, you was doing up science

I had the Maggie in my Marge house like I was Homer

Heh, thank God for corona

'Cause we can drive 'round masked up without getting one look

Didn't know we had the big wap tucked

Look down, oh shit, look the clip's got a boner

I'm a loner, I've already told you

One revolver and that's the problem solver

I got the strap from an older when I was just a younger

Now I'm older, course I give the strally to my soldier

The roads are cold and keep getting colder

**** are old and they keep getting older

Ain't getting no younger

I'll jump out the car, cowabunga

I don't fuck with him 'cause he's a scaremonger

**** know I stay strapped 'cause it's crazy in the dunya

My little ****'s tapped, he's brazy, he might bun you

**** doing up slavery 'cause of hunger

I know a little punter, he was scheming on a girl from by mine

She was cool, she only sold bags of weed

She gave him a three for fifty and he still stung her

What a punter, this is what I'm saying 'bout the hunger

Try and rob me, I'll slap one in your jumper, no cap

Come at me, you better have a big strap

'Cause me with no strap's straight cap and **** know that

Come dressed in all black like I'm Kodak

Caught him on a Thursday like a throwback

And bussed half the clip and nearly left him toe-tagged

Told the driver "Keep moving before you get us both bagged"

No lacking, a big forty-four's what I'm packing

And any time of day I'll get it cracking, real talk

You'll get jacked like that **** with the beanstalk

He thinks he's sick because he's got some mean walk

Until we give the team a quick team talk

This **** end up getting jacked

And didn't even know he'd been stalked

Been raw, you've never been in a war

You've never seen a Nina leave a teen on the floor

I've been active, I used to walk 'round with the 'matic

'Cause tryna shoot the shotty, I'd have done a backflip

I was that small, yeah I was that small

How many times have I been in a yard

And feds have tried to come through?

I've had to hit the back door

Got me doing back gardens, trying not to catch a four

Ever been chased by a fed and his legs are so long

You think you're deffo getting caught?

Every two steps he takes, I take four

I'm like "Rah, I thought I was tall, this **** makes me feel small"

I've smoked three feds and feeling like I'm gonna fall

But I'm like a Yank shopping and I'm running through them all

Got me hiding by cars, I'm tryna crawl

My phone died, I just about made the call

I had to phone man to get me, had nothing left in me

'Cause Merseyside Police, they had me hiding in the bin, G

The shit you do when situations get sticky

But I'm hopping in the bin before they nick me, gone quickly

I think straight in the heat of the moment

I've been in this bin for five minutes, I can hear more units

Think I'm waiting for the dogs to come sniff me

I'm hopping out the bin, I'm all sticky

Plus I keep a big stick with me for the man that try and stick me

Spin 'round your block while the strap's got a stiffy

I'm shooting anybody looking iffy

And anybody that the core touches, is puttin' them in a spliff