Dropped the last ting
Got everyone askin': What's with the mask ting?
Is he wanted? Have they grabbed him?
Is he paid off this rap ting or is he trappin'? (Paid)
I got fans in the USA, now I can fly packs in
But right now, the mandem are growin' a mad ting (bang)
We got UK cheap and eighths for the low
Three-five go five for the damn ting
I paid three G's for the hand ting (ha)
Can your block fry plantain? (Boaw)
Free my G's on the landin'
I can tell by the way that my man's actin
That he's never been locked for the mad ting (likkle boy)
Lost it all and remanded
Sat in jail gettin' racks in
Connectin', came home
Got links all over the map now, I'm active
Second time in jail for some daft shit
My last run was good while it lasted
Ten quid on a Tuesday, stupid bastards (mad)
Two kids in the bando movin' backwards
Push flake till I'm paid, in the grave or landing (standing)
Guess I'm paid off trappin'
I if I get locked with opps
I'll rock my sock, I ain't chillin' with snakes on the landin' (no)
I woke up switchin', pissed off at random
Probably cah my bitch never answered (f*ckin' hell)
I'm on FaceTime tell my G
Go to the strip club and show me the dancers
F*ck the home of a matches
I'll be home till my phone in a badness
Home to the roads, gettin' dough for my nanan
Amount of O's that a man made vanish
Shit I did for the dough, man a savage
Manchester, home of the gangsters
I don't trust Insta, my phones or bangers (ha)
Anything I do in there is all banters
If it weren't for feds I'd show you a madness
This ain't promo, if I post a pic with bro-bro
Had the popo doin' mad shit
In the pot with the yolo doin' back flips
Gotta TT the block and OT the magic
I gotta have it, must be habits, rusty, bangin'
Country slangin', bunch of has-beens
You ain't gangin', changed the game, better thank him
Changed the game, better thank him
Young rich shit, what the fiends and the fans think
