Lyrics
Yo
I got friends that go to work and they
Wouldn't hesitate to put in work for me
Hit me for your L B's, I give it dirty cheap
Tryna double up my money on a large scale
Large scale
You know my block's got guns like the cartel
Think we fell off?
You must be mad
Must be mad
I just spun 50 packs out the duffle bag
Tell the labels we ain't signing for no hundred bags
Never
True stories too, I got them running mad
Bap, bap
Me and GR, that's two booters
Two booters
'018, The gang moving too ruthless
Blat
Me and ...
Hopped out and left the pole toothless
This is F block, we ain't shooting off of scooters
No
Hanging out the back seat, letting straps go
My first shooting, I clipped off a mango
Head shot
Precision team hit me with the ASBO
ASBO
'021, Still letting my mash go
Bap, bap, bap
When I see my opps, I'm about to cop
A mad ting with some freezing rocks
Rocks
Yo, I ain't speaking a lot
Nah
I was in the back seat stuffing three thin Glocks
I got friends that go to work and they
Wouldn't hesitate to put in work for me
Hit me for your L B's, I give it dirty cheap
Tryna double up my money on a large scale
Large scale
You know my block's got guns like the cartel
Think we fell off?
You must be mad
Must be mad
I just spun 50 packs out the duffle bag
Blat
Tell the labels we ain't signing for no hundred bags
Never
True stories too, I got them running mad
Bap, bap
I would never lie about the things I did
Never
Go check my CV, I really ringed off sticks
Go check
My block's wet, tell 'em miss me with that shit
'Cause when I stabbed up their boss, they were ringing me and shit
Ha ha
I ain't tryna dead beef, rather smoke dead opps
I was stuck in FT, tryna spin 10 shops
Now I'm 20 floors up and I'm getting mad slops
We don't bury no waps, burners get slapped off
Cars get burnt out, phones get cranked off
Turn the phone back on, I'm still making mad prof
I was on a dumb case, still flinging packs out
Gotta love Ava, he had me in a mad trance
I got friends that go to work and they
Wouldn't hesitate to put in work for me
Hit me for your L B's, I give it dirty cheap
Tryna double up my money on a large scale
Large scale
You know my block's got guns like the cartel
Think we fell off?
You must be mad
Must be mad
I just spun 50 packs out the duffle bag
Blat
Tell the labels we ain't signing for no hundred bags
Never
True stories too, I got them running mad
Bap, bap