Stuttering

Black taxi mode when I'm pissed off

Heads getting picked up and ripped off (gone)

Well upfront for my team when they link shots

I'm right there in the centre when it kicks off

Snake ER when I'm tipped off

Chillin' with solid Metal Gear, I'm Big Boss

Pull up at the spot, that's four man drilling

Plus a witness describing a F1 pit stop

I don't wanna hear your shit songs

Your baby food, your shit slop

This is not a rap, run a man 'til my hip pops

Forget getting reloads, I pushed it into the clip locked (mad)

I been there, and I seen man get ticked off

'Til to this day had my lips locked

Tryna hit the target, things got messy

And I chipped the wall from far, that's a big shot

Stop talking like you did lots

I been there and done it all, jewelry and trap yards

The only moves you was doing was a hip toss

I grew a pair and I seen man get picked off

Life has been nuts, I've seen man roasted

I know animals from the Amazon

One transaction will get you boxed up and posted

I really been out here, c'mon man you know this

(Bidi—bop—bop)

When we walk in, man's like (bidi—bop—bop)

Look how they're stuttering (bidi—bop—bop)

Look how they if and but (bidi—bop—bop)

Know who it is when you hear (bidi—bop—bop)

Look how we got them scared (bidi—bop—bop)

Old school man still paving the man, I'll combo an MC up (ooh, ooh)

Yo

24 bar let me start now

Who wants smoke? Got a half—ounce

Tell me what you know 'bout killin' MCs

Boy, you don't know nuttin' 'bout a man down

It's like the youngers don't rate the olders

But the olders don't rate the youngers

So if I ever gotta kill a little boy on the mic

Tell him age ain't nuttin' but numbers

And I hate when MCs act like their problems are mine

I'll handle mine, handle yours cah you don't want a problem with I

Chip been a problem for time

Could end up in a problem for tryin'

No problem with rhymes

Oh, my god, what's your problem?

You are not shootin' skengs (never)

Gun talk, that's not a problem

I'll use this pen, write to you like shoot me then

Niggas are bluffin', gyal I swear these niggas be cuffin' (lovers)

Got gyal on my line but I wifed this mic

Cah she won't divorce me for nothin'

Man send online for three minutes, think you shower

Boy, you never been on a set for a hour

Reveal the cowards, show man powers

I've done did my ten thousand hours

(Bidi—bop—bop)

When we walk in, man's like (bidi—bop—bop)

Look how they're stuttering (bidi—bop—bop)

Look how they if and but (bidi—bop—bop)

Know who it is when you hear (bidi—bop—bop)

Look how we got them scared (bidi—bop—bop)

Old school man still paving the man, I'll combo an MC up (ooh, ooh)

Hundred—hit combo, that's what I'm on

But I'm in my condo, jump on your song

And I'll make your song blow, I'm the head huncho

So far ahead, the scene just caught up

They lookin' at me, like, "What have you done?"

No, stop playin' dumb, you know what I've done

I cannot be son'd, how dare you talk like I ain't second to none

Go wash out your tongue

These dickheads talk like they invented the gun

And had me on the run, now they all on the internet

Sittin' in interviews, running their gums

And they sayin' they come to the manor and spun

Got these people thinkin' that I hid in my Mum's

Like I'm really a victim and I ain't a warrior, all on my ones

Can't believe that this pussy is talkin', I'm stunned

I ain't sittin' here cryin', I'm countin' my funds

It ain't even worth wasting the air in my lungs at this point

It's been how many years and these man are still bums

It's been how many years and they're still getting crumbs

Tell me why would I need a bly

It don't even apply, you ain't even the guy

You're the guy goin' shop for the guy standin' next to the guy

You are overly quiet and shy, could never try

It's P, double

All day long I make P, double

I don't wanna cause no trouble

But if trouble come then I burst him bubble

I don't wanna cause no trouble

But I'm ready for the dirt and P's got the shovel (trust me)

The way I give man a karate kick

You'd think man was the stunt double (hi—yah)

Look somebody tell this geezer, or

I'ma get cold like freezer

Ten for my younger, send for the squeezer

You get sliced, not talking a pizza

Make a man give me the PIN to the Visa

Take a trip with the Visa, Ibiza

Chilling out on the beach smoking a reefer

In the penthouse, feet up with the FIFA

You're not a badman, you're just a thiever

You're not smart, you're just a cheater

Tings here cold, tell her turn on the heater

All my mandem can't wait to meet ya

If man don't give me my P, then the 9mm will come to greet ya

Make man live underground with creature

Then I'm off with a sexy señorita

(Bidi—bop—bop)

When we walk in, man's like (bidi—bop—bop)

Look how they're stuttering (bidi—bop—bop)

Look how they if and but (bidi—bop—bop)

Know who it is when you hear (bidi—bop—bop)

Look how we got them scared (bidi—bop—bop)

Old school man still paving the man, I'll combo an MC up (ooh, ooh)

(Bidi—bop—bop)

When we walk in, man's like (bidi—bop—bop)

Look how they're stuttering (bidi—bop—bop)

Look how they if and but (bidi—bop—bop)

Know who it is when you hear (bidi—bop—bop)

Look how we got them scared (bidi—bop—bop)

Old school man still paving the man, I'll combo an MC up (ooh, ooh)