Letras
Ayy, back your bro, don't spectate
He watched when I digged at his best mate's chestplate
White tent wanna lock off that estate
I bet say if corn get fling, that's red tape (yeah)
Violent, violent, let man tone it
I had shh and that like "Where's my waps?"
Duh, course I stole it
She chat too much, made a next one hold it (haha)
Told them "Don't get comfy"
And go go bruck that dots, had her back bit open
Left in the ring, now the sweets dem swollen
Now I'm rolling, handgun, shots golden
Five door hatchback, lurk in the-
Five man dash back, might be a hashtag
Lay low, bro just chinged up-
Yo, I really wanna k- this gasbag
I told little stizzy to go be the lookout (look)
Cah I ain't tryna lose this telly
Ask Unknown T, my celly
If I had my man lookin' like Nelly
I chinged my man on house block four
Turn that wing to a Hotspur (done him up)
No Tottenham but it came from a farm
Same size as my arm, it's a Mossberg
See a opp right there
And get chingy, chingy, chingy (don't leave him)
My gun dem with me, my gun den fi me
Give me my thingy and let me get flingy (yeah)
Ya see it? Ya see me? (Yeah)
We got a big dilemma
Bait main road, bro don't know better
Looked at bro like, "It's whatever, it's whatever, it's whatever"
He let that go like, "It's whatever, it's whatever, it's whatever"
Bait main road like, "It's whatever, it's whatever, it's whatever"
It's whatever, it's whatever, it's whatever
Yo, whatever the weather, I'm steppin' whenever
I'm madder than ever
Ruin his sweater, put two in the 'Retta
They're copying me 'cause I'm doing it better
Left my block with a pum pum revver
Can't come Aitch or the killy dem dead up
One hand in, can't get their left leg up
They're drawing me in, they don't want me to step out
Wait, that's him, I swear? (What?)