2 sks 2 glocks, creep up, pull up and let that beat off, squeeze off

Try a leave man on t shirt, hit that target, excellent finish, ain’t gotta ask of

course that I’m wid it,

And If it’s a opp boy course that we spin it, drill it, try let bang like Cillit,

with the spinner, I just wanna fidget, lift it, pull on trigger and ping it,

SHE remind me of the DOTs before it got CHOP, looking all midget,

And I can’t even lie yo I dig it,

yoo miss lemme get them digits,

She thought I am talking the puss when I said that the wap I just wanna FILL IT,

TURN that FISH make man go swimming, swing,

MISS then more than livid,

Do like twitch and clip him,

We got sweets SO corn that we dishing,

She lost weight like agent,

Still double O on that mission,

Sk or the glock I’m indecisive cant make my decision

She look T, tell her clock it,

To be honest and I love it,

Not from notts south London,

4 5 chunky causing a problem,

They ain't on it,

They ain't got it,

When we buck em,

There all running,

They ain't giving me verse F*** em,

I ain't no F boy but I'll still chop it

In the trap

Watch it mix like fletch and dk,

Dot dot BARK when it’s of that lead, or you can get chop like bk,

Olympic CHINGS BARE man running I tell bro pass me the ting like relay,

Two sticks matching look pause, don’t let me START WHEN it Spins like replay,

Cut from the scene no delay,

It seem like them boy don’t behave, 12 years plus like marco reus at bvb, how

you leave your team mate, how

I swear these **** there too fake,

Put too much sweets in the mash, Now the machines all has a, now the

machines all has a tooth ache

She look T, tell her clock it,

To be honest and I love it,

Not from notts south London,

4 5 chunky causing a problem,

They ain't on it,

They ain't got it,

When we buck em,

There all running,

They ain't giving me verse F*** em,

I ain't no F boy but I'll still chop it