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Look, yo
My head gets hot, gotta stop (Grr)
Turn off my phone and come off of social media (Bop, bop)
Someone nearly got shot (Grr),
That's what the police are explaining to Cecilia
'Fore this shit turns, free me up
I'ma disappear, Amelia, Amelia (Grr)
Caught him lackin' blood
Now he's lackin' blood, anaemia (Boom, boom)
You should've been speedier
I'm from the G, but I'm pushin' the P, like Gunna
My two pinkies ain't a Wunna
I'm more of a walker in summer
But let one of these yutes try get a come up
'Fore the sun can rise
I'm risin' my gun up and somebody's son's gettin' done up
The first and the runner up, skin's gettin' bunin' up
Cock back the pocket rock, fling some copper shot
Suttin' ain't right in my head, I can feel it
I can't control what's happenin', bro
Blacked out, next thing I know
Man's backed out in Ladbroke, the cheffs and a pole
Blood on my knife, cheffed up a couple of guys
They know how I roll on roads
The real rock band, I was rollin' with stones
Dual sim, I don't like rollin' with phones
What the fuck is the problem, pussy?
I grab my shotty and go on a pushy, push me (Push me)
See if I don't blow off your head and turn you to cookie, pussy
Push me, today ain't the day, I promise
You wanna get found in a forest
Ain't nothin' to empty my gun in a forehead (Pussy)
What the fuck is the problem, pussy?
I grab my shotty and go on a pushy, push me (Push me)
See if I don't blow off your head and turn you to cookie, pussy
Push me, today ain't the day, I promise
You wanna get found in a forest
Ain't nothin' to empty my gun in a forehead (Pussy)
Let me see one of them walkin'
I'm choppin' it up, without talkin' instantly
When I start stabbin' up guys, don't intervene
Push my 15" clean inside his bean
Long magazine in the glee, man buy the beam
I don't put lavender inside of my machine
Anyone that's been slimed out, by the team
Ain't got it back in blood, and that's fine by me
It's cool bro, you ain't got to do nothin' more, we believe you
Everyone knows you're a savage
Fling some sweetcorn, turn them cabbage
I heard that the shooter was Spanish
One phone call, I made somebody vanish
Bun out his chest, chalice (Brrr)
High in the sky, from the smoke, couldn't manage
What the fuck is the problem, pussy?
I grab my shotty and go on a pushy, push me (Push me)
See if I don't blow off your head and turn you to cookie, pussy
Push me, today ain't the day, I promise
You wanna get found in a forest
Ain't nothin' to empty my gun in a forehead (Pussy)
What the fuck is the problem, pussy?
I grab my shotty and go on a pushy, push me (Push me)
See if I don't blow off your head and turn you to cookie, pussy
Push me, today ain't the day, I promise
You wanna get found in a forest
Ain't nothin' to empty my gun in a forehead (Pussy)
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