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Unknown T, Homerton B
I've got gyallie on me
Opp block, bali on me
Panic and dash
Dem boy run and retreat
Unknown T, Homerton B
Gyallie on me
Bali on me
Panic and dash
Samurai's in batches
Whack, whack, pull up, skrrt, reverse
Bang, the ting goes back in the jacket
Hope the clip or the spin' make him backflip
When it comes to the trap (*kiss teeth*)
All my niggas work off the magic
Got that 10 out of 10 and it's banging
Apart from the tragics (listen)
I was on the backroad picking my cats
Nike tracksuit, and a 'fuck off' hat
Ghost-, ghost move then come back
'Cah her tits went out, when she saw my stack
Pull up, pull up where it is or jaft
Lets go home, tell that bitch call cab
How could you make that your darling one?
When that Barbie's lookin' like Bratz, and
How could you make that your hubby?
Empty tummy, that nigga eat brass (hmm)
Went on a meal den dashed
Listen, look
Baby, bend ya' back and then dig it
Dig it, bend ya' back and then dig it
Back and then dig it, gyal want more dickin'
Back in one minute, bag up that spinach
It's Unknown T, Homerton B
I've got gyallie on me
Opp block, bali on me
Panic and dash
Dem boy run and retreat
It's Unknown T, Homerton B
I've got gyallie on me
Opp block, bali on me
Panic and dash
Dem boy run and retreat (-treat)
Unknown T, let me come and spin it
Me, YB had a big bruckback '015 days
Think I'm kidding?
T jumped out, tryna catch some drillings
Man get fried, finna duck them chickens
Outside of mans college, in front of the innocent
Slide tru back to back, and I'm filling 'em
Round movin' horrid in front of civilians
Look, it's mental up in my ends