Letras
(Ayy, S7, run it up)
(Rvchet, so we move and get ratchet)
(You know a good magician never reveals his secrets)
Yo, look
Hot like lava, slap on my balaclava
Good luck 'cause karma's a bitch
Wait 'til it's gone past six
When the sun goes down
Then your body armour gets ripped
Hot like lava, slap on my balaclava
Good luck 'cause karma's a bitch
Yo, although I'm hot like lava, slap on my balaclava
Good luck 'cause karma's a bitch
Wait 'til it's gone past six
When the sun goes down
Then your body armour gets ripped
Hot like lava, slap on my balaclava
Good luck 'cause karma's a bitch
Wait 'til it's gone past six
When the sun goes down
Then your body armour gets ripped
Get back gang, we're the GBGs
Deliverin' shots at the DPD
Bro's in the field like KDB, put S1 in my rizzla, OCB
I'm bangin' it off 'til a opp get's leaky
Got my wap on me, I'm gassed
Opps see me, their face changed like 3D
I'm smokin' on one and it got me thrashed
Can't switch on my batch if you paid me
Like C biz, better take off the safety
From the gunsmoke, baby
You ran in your local JD's screamin' out
"Bossman, save me, bossman, save me, bossman, save me"
Get G checked if your energy shaky
Don't-, don't be next, got rid of one lately
I know that the opp boys hate me
I won't die for nyash, you must be crazy
Don't get head, top boy like Jamie
I'm a gunman, little man don't make me
Life in the streets and the other side hate me
Skeleton AP, money don't phase me
I slip (yeah) hundred racks at 18 (grrt)
I woulda been stuck in the trap
Or fuck knows where if rap came and save me
Although I'm hot like lava, slap on
My balaclava, good luck 'cause karma's a bitch
Wait 'til it's gone past six
When the sun goes down then
Your body armour gets ripped
Hot like lava, slap on my balaclava
Good luck 'cause karma's a bitch
Wait 'til it's gone past six when
The sun goes down then your
Body armour gets ripped
Touch one of mine, get pissed, no bladder
Man-man-man's not hot like Dapaah
Circle the O, tryna catch me a rapper
They can call me the farm block lapper
Lap on me, walalo blacked out like panther
Twist this blade, juice spilt like Fanta
And we got them toys like Santa
No banter when I grip on the hammer
Send shots 'round on a quick thing (yeah)
In my balls, you know I got a flick ting (flick)
Ayy, dip-dip-dip that victim
Jump out, slap it (grrt), of course, that hit him
Red flags from the damage inflicted with the landlords
And the block got evicted
Can't stop and it might get addictive
We break rules and a man keep snitchin'
I get high, I don't need a ghostwriter
Lemme get rizz, lemme get grinder
Quick backstrap, bro pass me the lighter
Tell the young G go top off the lyca
Don't be next, but it's life for the timer
Back my shank, start rippin' designer
If he never woke up, it woulda been nicer
Adrenalin rush got me grippin' tighter
My shank is long, you can measure
Dip man down like I'm diggin' for treasure
Duckin' down opps, I ain't doin' no leisures
Bare damn, doin' this shit for the pleasure
No shank, then I'm throwin' up fists
I'm a Gregor, roll my wap, gotta slap on my leather
Back in the days, we were all together
But I'll shake and change like a London weather
Line up my man, I know he don't like man
I'll take whatever he got
Partyin' with them and then givin' us drops
Stay, we stay schemin' like Rick Ross
I am what I am, R.I.P. King Von
I fuck her with my mask on, then I'm gone
Paper with the queen's face on top
Rolex, president, all big boss
Although I'm hot like lava
Slap on my balaclava
Good luck 'cause karma's a bitch
Wait 'til it's gone past six
When the sun goes down
Then your body armour gets ripped
Hot like lava, slap on my balaclava
Good luck 'cause karma's a bitch
Wait 'til it's gone past six
When the sun goes down then
Your body armour gets ripped
(Ayy, S7, run it up)
(We don't pay you for nothin', Rvchet)
(You know a good magician never reveals his secrets)