How’s man chatting bout shotgun farting

Don’t let me slap this yute with my spartan

I backed my blade and he backed his blade, but he seen my ting, now my mans darting

Dropped his shank me and J1 picked that up

Went back to the block just laughing

Don’t wanna hold this ching

He ain’t out 24s got the mandem marving

They hate me cause of where that I’m from

I don’t give a toss, cause y’know what im on

“Aye pussy” don’t try run

I’m tryna smoke him how i smoke this runtz

They hoppin on tracks, still going on hunts

Bro turn that yute to a blunt

Hears my man chatting bout cunch, not old school friends, still borrowed that lunch

Chatting that shit, I’ll aim at your dome

Just like the footy, I’m not coming home

*** wants to chat on the net, until he got splashed on the side of the road

Like *** where did you go?

Tell me, why did you leave your bro?

I ain’t gonna lie i’m tryna take mans-

I ain’t gonna lie i’m tryna take mans soul

Only run from CID

Aye whose that, let me see ID

Let me give you a T.I.P

When you see me, you best just flee

He try flee, but it’s B.I.G

And then he got spleeged by we

There’s no way you can be on my team

Jump out gang that’s J.O.G

I’m tryna make bread like monopoly

But i might crash gang like Rocket League

This ain’t a game like Fifa Street

Bro got his wap like C.O.D

Jump out the ride that’s J.O.G

Two man on the ron that’s me and my Gs

Four man in the whip getting stigged by me

*** got cheffed by me

Said he’s on me I sit back and laugh

This ting telling me that it’s dirty and if it just send my man from Bath

Used to punch **** up for fun

I had next man calling staff

And i thought that i got away with it, pissed, now there’s feds at my gaff

Rah got dipped, no gas

Where you going? Don’t try run

Bros got the G-Lock don’t get bun

Had our plans, we ain’t done

Feel on bud, I do it for fun

Toke on spliff, I don’t sip rum

Chat from some, been touched by none

Said he on me, are you fucking dumb?

Should’ve seen the way that he got done

He wants to be me that’s so wrong

Man can’t see me , nothin’ like John

Man got threats bout coming to my yard

Try come to my yard, mans bunning your mum

They like Liz, where you from?

From New Town in Erdington

He used to be my son, but now if i see him, I’m doing him wrong

Chatting that shit, I’ll aim at your dome

Just like the footy, I’m not coming home

*** wants to chat on the net, until he got splashed on the side of the road

Like *** where did you go?

Tell me, why did you leave your bro?

I ain’t gonna lie i’m tryna take mans-

I ain’t gonna lie i’m tryna take mans soul

Only run from CID

Aye whose that, let me see ID

Let me give you a T.I.P

When you see me, you best just flee

He try flee, but it’s B.I.G

And then he got spleeged by we

There’s no way you can be on my team

Jump out gang that’s J.O.G