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Bare residue in the air when it boots
Who's getting a twos 'cah the smoke too blemish
When my Niners get 'round they dread it
No left, right, just step 'round and shell it
Bro might load that gauge then sneeze at your brain
It's a new pandemic
Jailhouse ting I was doin' up Snap
Marty and mash Voda' for the credit
Put my foot in this whip
Level up when I slap this stick
Times three if I hit that prick
Back road, move mad and move skits
You see, Bankai wan' kill and chill
Bigger the par, that's thrill and skill
Insidious how the yute got poked
Talk on my name, are you poppin' pills
Bang for the team, would you bang the machine
Stay with a plan for the beef
See me on a casual, least a nank in my jeans
For the bad talk, might dampen the tee
Leave a weed factory clean
I could pay but of course I'm happy it's free
Really move aggy on weed
We just take ours and get trappy with green
Bang for the team, would you bang of the beam
A boy got left at the scene
I hate when I run out of plastic bags in the trap
So I gotta use rizz for the B
Roll with a TEC, gunmen don't lean
We hold and press the machine
Bro got trial in the Crown Court
He took the rap then he caught a G
Let me ask you a question
How can them man talk bad
Buck into gang, they cap
Go on Snapchat, talk a whole lot of wass
Tip toe with the wap and crash
Or run a man down and feed him a shank
You like iron, come firm this splash
Juice man's head, belly and back
How many times have they jumped out
We jump out and they jump back in
How many times have we dumped off
Jakes find out and they want us in
No big, there's no link
So we soon be back on the strip
When pissed, I don't think
Try get a man down, I ain't hearin' a thing