Don't Play

Ha-ha

Yo

My mali barely says Wallahi (Wallahi)

He shot a man 'cause he don't playboy, just like Carti

And Vells out

Most he's bird, my brother had a marty

I'm frass off this Kelvin, broski's fried off Kamali (He's dead)

And fans call me Bando but my mums calls me Kemani (Ay)

I'm so strapped in the Nizz you know

Drizzy on my grinder, I just need some chip original

Broski, that's a niner? Anyway I'll take the risk, you know

ZK, he a fiver, cock it back and let it rip, you know

Yardie dance

Killers approach me like “You're Mark's son”

Same time i'm holding firmly to my dark gun

It's nothing but respect but i don't know the guys that Mark's bun

But any disrespect all you're gonna hear is Mark's son