It's Daniel London
Don't pree the jewels and think you can play games (Don't do it)
I get gunpowder on a day-day (Baow)
.44 Spinning as usual, still want an AK (AK)
Me and bro like Filly and Chunkz (Chunkz)
But we still tryna fling 'em in blunts (Blunts)
Twenty-two bricks of cookies, still tryna see a man runtz (Cali)
Fire the four and go (Nyoom)
Push up the score, I hope (Hope)
Pree them outside and float
Bro got a leg then a head, that's growth (Baow)
I got dirty, I got blow (Blow)
I wanna shirt him, and he knows (Yes)
Barbecue settings and we don't need coal
Counting the wettins, I'm looking like Rose (Rose)
I could do it like all of the bros
But if it's like Peewee, you gotta get close (Yuck)
It's a main road, so if I go, it's looking like sosh (Uh)
Taped up shh, that was way back then (Then)
We was doing it bait back then
With a shotgun pump and trey back then
Ay, done it like a parking warden
Ping that windshield, fuck that finance (Woi-woi-woi)
If I send man coin, could've done it on Binance (True)
My young apes got brolic in jail
Was in class with shotties and nails (Now, what you say, Youngs?)
But the MAC-10 sound like Sonic and Tails (Brr)
HS swing 'round for the one time D
I ain't even gotta tell him I'm horny (Ah)
Man found man's knives way too many times
I ain't even gotta tell him it's warry
Shout my brother Capone
Niggas on the run eating, that's Nori (No)
I'm with K or K
Salt bae man to the bone, they salty (Man)
Would've thought that I send man shots from the sweets
But the .45 corn just sent man (Baow, baow, baow, baow)
Left man covered in blood like Pepp, man
We let them man start when we end man
I just hi-fived bro and a skeng man
I know trench babies from the trenches
In a black trenchcoat tryna drench man
They say all I do is talk 'bout the dot-dot
We got it lock, stop, colours and whatnot
I could've never tried get 'em down with a one pop
Add another one shot, never been a one pop
Two hands on the ting, I'm steady like Headie
I'll kill my friend if he snitched like Melly
I'll bill my spliff, then go to beddy
I'll be chuffed next mornin' if I see him on telly
'Member that time when I beat two corn in an
Opp on his block? Now, I bet he weren't ready
'Member the time when my youngin' had a madness?
I gave him a shank and his hands turned jelly
Have you heard an M10 on repeat?
Just beatin' and beatin' and beatin' and beatin' (Grrr)
Have you ever cheffed man point blank?
Civilian, screamin', "He's bleedin', he's bleedin'" (Bleedin')
No, I don't think you fuckin' did
Goddy beat that ting with a rusty pin
I was up close, live and I clutched on him
I ain't seen another nigga on a rucksack ting like me
Corn lickin' off in the mains, I see
Face-shot, knife, mum can't ID
Matter of fact, don't mind me (Ay, don't mind me, ay, ay)
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