M'Way, let 'em know

If she ain't mine, she can't get nuttin

I ain't buying hoes

He ain't doing shit with dat trap money

He just buying clothes

Me I'd rather take a stack and flip it

Probably buy a load

Get a bag, invest, don't mention guap, won't waste my breath

Trapping hard in the summer, got a black neck

I keep blocking up my sims, I send a lotta texts

Won't take my car for MOT 'cause I ain't takin' checks

Ain't got no issue moving weight, I'll do a hundred reps

**** flexing on their breddas, what they tryna prove?

Bro got bagged, I know he thinking "What they tryna prove?"

Ain't go no phones, it's late at night, I'm plottin' on a move

Hit a move, then I ain't taking less than couple bricks

**** running off with couple zeds, man, that ain't doing shit

Might get me a spot up in London, then I'm out the mix

Then I'm back and forth, might stay in Notts for like a couple days

Might link up with rappers, tell my **** that we got a stain

When I was out there serving packs when you was dribbling on pillows

I don't rap, I tell 'em how I live, then throw it up on ditto

I serve kizzys anywhere, but I won't serve 'em near my crib though

**** smoking so much weed, I swear it's fucking up my rib though

How you say you smoking on a pack, and you ain't even did it

He ain't wetting shit, he slashing tyres and he smashing windows

He ain't doing nuttin, really nah, he ain't doing harm

I don't go nowhere without my shank, it's like my lucky charm

If I back it out right now, they're running off, there's only one me

Watching how I'm moving, now she's sayin' that she want me

Trap like Left 4 Dead, when you walk in you seeing zombies

I'm here breakin' down the pack and get it gone with ease

Mix designers, hardly matching

He think I forgot

That **** fucked it when I catch him

If I didn't do trap or serve a pack, I wouldn't be rappin'

Any **** 'round me moving funny, we subtractin'

I don't trust too much 'cause **** switch, you know how that be

I call up my link like "Where you at? I need a pack, B"

Fuck her for desert, for breakfast pancakes and some Plan B

Nahh she ain't my bitch, I gas her up like "Nah, you can be if you hold a pack"

If I was capping like these ****, then I wouldn't rap

Hit his belly, I told bro I swear he coulda packed

Coulda been done, man coulda been finished

Swear my city small, it ain't hard to find out where his crib is

Asked my little bro, "Man, what's this shit about?

If he ain't tryna make no gwalla man just kick him out

I'm in Central London hot, my rambo sticking out

Got them packs, man, what you need? Man, you can pick 'em out

If I back it out right now, they're running off, there's only one me

Watching how I'm moving, now she's sayin' that she want me

Trap like Left 4 Dead, when you walk in you seeing zombies

I'm here breakin' down the pack and get it gone with ease

Mix designers, hardly matching

He think I forgot

That **** fucked it when I catch him

If I didn't do trap or serve a pack, I wouldn't be rappin'

Any **** round me moving funny, we subtractin'