Phone Call

Gotcha Who's that? Fizz Oh, where are you? Man's at Scratch's bruv, slide through Ah, I can't right now still, I'm not local Aye fam, where are you fam? You're always playing games Na, it's a bit fl- Scratch mixed it I'm in the bando with a few cats And I don't trust 'em, bro bag this weight And half of the G's in pound like dog Don't worry the gang's okay (Look-look) Look, made bare racks at Stevie's place (Aye, Steve) Bare cats, high off their face Bro did a madness with his blade And they wanna sing on him like Amazing Grace (Errw) The crack fumes just hurt my head So I sleep in the back three-seats instead And the coppers, they know what's well So if I see I'mma make that left D-D-D5, jump of the ped In search for Kingsmill bread Pop them doors and chef Like Izzy said, one more and he's dead (Dead-up) And, they youte talk shit So don't be confused if he's put in a riz D-D-D'ey're hiding, crying Because real life see they don't rap what they live (A-A) AS did him on sight, swing D5 joined in too, ching Now I go blood on my Nike Air kicks So I switched in to my LV tings If I catch this youte I bet my Air One Jordan's turn Loub (Red) I've seen you in the maddest of settings And these nigga's dunno what to do All ganging, banging, bag it Cleaning the handting, Fizz (Fizzler) They try take snaps all on my strip I came back with a bang like MIST(We-We) We done major hometown visits Ace can tell you about the events Invest in a pack, but live-o bro, it's the best money spent Now it's back to the bagging again I-I-I ain't got time to be social now So I'm losing a lot of my friends Hi's and Yo's when I'm round on the ends Run-Run a man down, it's ments Tell AS don't lose his breath Concentrate when I swing my chef Rest, got put to bed When you hear woosh, push Cah I ain't no Gaza boy I'm A team, still playing with toys He got packed, all the talking's void (Fa-Fa) Fat boy gave brodie the largest aim (Do him) L2 R2 When it's time, when itch on the gauge Now he's locked up inside of a cage Can't wait 'till we see his face When I'm in the OT place its Christian Dior Dior, Dior, Dior, but the drip on me don't come fake (Look) One hand in the air, Nae Nae Or it's one hand on my waste, no play Feds wanna get me down, mayday But I can't sing on the gang, Ray J He got his head bag twist like locks by lots So how can he say that we bluff Girls wanna fuck and touch I used to step out with my head back rum Fizzwetit, rev it, get it Zandos in the room? They exit I got shots like pellets This pack on me the Jakes can smell it Send out a message One eye on the door gotta check it (Aye, check that) And bro, he ain't inna no talking Just leave that message Fizzwetit, rev it, get it Zandos in the room? They exit I got shots like pellets This pack on me the Jakes can smell it Send out a message One eye on the door gotta check it (Aye, check that) And bro, he ain't inna no talking Just leave that message I'm sorry, but the person you have called is not available Please leave your message after the tone Scratch mixed it Gotcha Keep up Just leave that message