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I just decided I wanted to jeet called her up now she billin' it, billin' it
She wanted some sex, called me over her ex
We don't stress, Got the X like I'm Little Mix
Stash in the middle bit
Told sayk switch the left, it's a heavy whip
They can't get me from London to Enfield
Got things at the ready that's dirty like litter picks
I slept for a little bit
Rest my head, time to bless 'em with written bits
In three-fives or sevens and fourteens
Don't tell 'em I need to hit Mo for the rest of it
I'm surpassing the precipice
Give me cash or I'm sending it (I'm gone)
Moving less bait got me turning up late to the drop
But it's cool that I ain't sweating it (Don't sweat that)
Why they tryna stay relevant? (Idiots)
Off crime shit I benefit
They hit bro with a nine to thirteen
Took it right on the chin, shout free bro to the end of it (shout that)
Free bro, Free bro (what, what)
Free bro, Free bro
Free bro, Free bro
Free da mandem (that's Sanchino)
More Blacks, More Dogs, More Irish
Less sleep, more crime, that's my shit
Let my side bitch drive when I'm sliding
On foot man I blend in better in a hi-vis
More Blacks, More Dogs, More Irish
Less sleep, more crime, that's my shit
Let my side bitch drive when I'm sliding
On foot man I blend in better in a hi-vis
More blacks, More Dogs, More Irish
Make dough off the mileage
Uptown's bright, no need for a hi-vis
I just blacked out, now I'm looking for the light switch
Crisis, I roll dices
Take mad risk, as cold as ice is
Make ya turn gold like Midas, timeless
Jack of all trades, Caribbean Pirate
More Blacks, More Dogs, More Irish
I might die off the mileage
Get about still, I ain't got no license
I can't see straight, shit my eyes look lifeless
Prices, demand and supply this
Move silent, get the bread, dodge sirens
Demand and supply this
Move silent, get the bread, dodge sirens
More Blacks, More Dogs, More Irish
Less sleep, more crime, that's my shit
Let my side bitch drive when I'm sliding
On foot man I blend in better in a Hi-Vis
More Blacks, More Dogs, More Irish
You can call me your highness
King of this shit like my name's Leonidas
My Spartan fighters stand on violence
You man are fake and spineless (rats)
That's snakes and vipers
Medusa eyes, now you're faced with blindness
Like a virus infecting your iris (eurgh)
Active, your accounts on minus
Too busy counting fivers
Keep my cash stack as high as my mind is
Fill your sinus with London's finest
More Blacks, More Frogs, More Irish
Count racks, shot drugs, do mileage
Dodge jakes behind disguises
Babysayk stay on crud like slime is