Final Moments Lyrics [Intro: Sus] Mum said don't be a gangista Mum said don't be a gangista Ay, ay, ay [Verse 1: Sus] Mum said don't be a gangista Your own friends can kill you like Caesar Just took Adeola from a geezer Not my fault she wan' roll wit' a squeezer Mix up the potion, pour up a litre Lean in', like Tower of Pisa My señorita roll up my reefer Muy bonita, that's Big Back Ayeesha Gold like .9 bells, leng like Ateesha Won't say my grace, I can't eat her She can't sit on my face, I still please her Every moan I hear, I go deeper Adore her, Dior her I might drop a bag on Halima She a keeper, she cook, she still diva Thick like syrup, and sweet like toseina Whеn I fill her wet-wet, Aquafina Bеat that uh-uh in my white beater How opps thots doin' up cheetah Thought she's good, she a local skeezer Had crack, was a local dealer Now, I want packs and a one mil' deal When they say I'm too violent, just too real But what can I say, that's what they feel Tryna make this song 'bout girls not drills But fuck it, shh got one-shot kill He got shot on his block, he got a chest shot And he got his head backpeeled I'm getting off track, let's talk 'bout trap They say money don't grow on trees, but bro got rich off weed Pink notes from green, did mumsy lie to me? I'm joking [Chorus: Sus] Better not be me that you're provoking Get 'round quick and smoke him Serious pokings Had man chokin' on his own blood, that's final moments It was us that made you dig it up I can hear the gospel bill it up Put bine in the 9 and drill it up I know the pigs and paigons sick of us Better not be me that you're provoking Get 'round quick and smoke him Serious pokings Had man chokin' on his own blood, that's final moments It was us that made you dig it up I can hear the gospel bill it up Put bine in the 9 and drill it up I know the pigs and paigons sick of us [Verse 2: Broadday] Most wanted man and I ain't been touched 'Cah I stay wit' my gun Woi, woi, woi, that's a very clean run Free 2smokeyy, way too smokey 2 dot-dots and shh got fried Name me a time that Broadday lied Lighties weren't feelin' this Mali Now, they wanna make my sister an auntie (Awkward) 'Member conning on a halfie? Now I never struggle, wallahi I got Mercedes sign on my carkey I'm the drilliest Mali My hand-ting slaps, her booty claps My aim's on fleek, her nails on fleek I don't need a bitch, I don't a beater She's my Throat Goat, but the girl of your dreams Yo, how you leng, but your trainer's dead She got good pum-pum, but her brain was dead Broadday assassin, I aim for head They try to shoot me, but their aim was dead 3 hour trip is a bit of a wreck En route to country, I'm gettin' some neck By any means, gotta roll up a cheque Run out of grub, gotta link the connect My AP costs big racks, I got bad B jigglin' big backs I rip off her knickers and hit that Henny and Maggie, man sip that Jailhouse, I kept up fuckery More than coffin only Even though the whole jail on me None of them punks ain't touch me Chorus: Sus] Better not be me that you're provoking Get 'round quick and smoke him Serious pokings Had man chokin' on his own blood, that's final moments It was us that made you dig it up I can hear the gospel bill it up Put bine in the 9 and drill it up I know the pigs and paigons sick of us Better not be me that you're provoking Get 'round quick and smoke him Serious pokings Had man chokin' on his own blood, that's final moments It was us that made you dig it up I can hear the gospel bill it up Put bine in the 9 and drill it up I know the pigs and paigons sick of us [Outro] (Ayo, Tefo made this one)
I wanna die I wanna leave I wanna disappear from everything Head feels unclear I’m trying to write smth sincere My life was a mess Always in distress Telling my ex to have a good year God was writing my chapter But thought fuck it Let me rip it Let me make this yute stronger Feeling feral Boys running like he’s on a treadmill Dump the body in a land fill Watch how the atmosphere Changes when I walk in the room People watching there doom All them story’s are probably true All this guilt fucking with my head Starting fights so I can feel again Trying to find my end But no one’s been there My life’s been fucked from the start And I’m 15 Trying to find my end
Real eyes see real lies Just have a bit of faith And god will help u find a place But here’s me living life Shit feels tough Almost fake 2 much pain in my chest My role models was jokes Both done crack Both got off I’m proud of u But thank u for them shit weeks Stayed in my room my whole life So I’m not surprised for finding out now My role models ain’t fit for this I feel self made looking after my siblings But I’m trapping nothing is working I’m hating life 15 waiting for 16 Joining the navy being a chef, or a boxer that’s my goals But I don’t mind music Even tho I found it hard But I got attached a few many times N I’m praying this is the last Or I’m done Fuck dating this shits mad It’s like a game with out any bread
Me and my dad My dad the mad man Why you gotta be a bad man I’m glad you still here You use to be a lad One day u will be a grand dad Just stay long enough I’ll pay back everything I don’t know if my music will pop Only 15 I’m a lad with out a studio Making my dream come true Some days u go mad And I feel bad when the Feds grabbed you my world Fell apart I was weeping every night Thinking of my future with out you It hurts And to think I’ll lose you again your mad When you got bagged i had a dream Let’s call it a vision I remember dreaming It all felt strange the weird gold glow I looked across the road and saw you Ur arms was open i ran and ran and Brang you to the floor squeezing I woke up and brang tears to my eye But u spoke about being free soon I didn’t believe you But my dream came true I I know gods real I don’t thank him enough He’s showed me many lessons by the age of 15 how many more years do I have idk tbh Only the future will reveal it
Feel love We snuggle Nestle embrace cuddle I feel your empathy so blinded I can’t c Ab heart warming feeling over me 123 kisses cheeky hold closely lovingly 456 u confuse my substance abuse 7 can’t pick and choose I don’t want to lose So beautiful tasty I could eat u whole your glamorous amazing your my heart and soul Your funny your my bunny on the meadow Such a strong feeling of affection I don’t wanna ration my compassion 2sum fraction half+half=2gether we become 1 Sexual attraction I worship the ground you stand on Your my beautiful queen I’ll put a crown on I’m glad your mine my feelings R incarcerated between these likes You’re my jewel sparkling you’ve Got me barking mad Made me feel loved spider woman Which I’ve never had You’ve opened my eyes you’ve hypnotize I idolize You’ve casted ya bait I’m hooked smitten! Reeled me in July 23rd BT summer My ink is creating a sign framed Me 2 u r u glad ur mine U make me feel loved all the time By from blue end of my powerful rhyme
How's man got chat 'bout the A? When more than 4 got spilt outta rage Lebz got shaved and Gutta tried backed his blades They both got put on their blades How many times have I chased GH? And Blitz done Duck, Duck, Goose on the gates Yevz too greazy, stepped on his J's Nut', Nut' got shaved, secret's not safe How many times they hid their wounds? Know that's your blood on your shoes They still got no change, he's 30 plus Tryna boost his Snapchat views Know we gon' get them irrelevant yutes He deserved it if we turned him zoot I was getting confused, like who are these yutes? Ceemizz got packed and they left no clues Ceemizz get put in my Swisher Culprit get put on my blues Gucci get put in my blunt We didn't drop Dotz but we smoke him too Six bells get stuffed in the spinner The dot, dot get filled with two The ding, dong get filled with four We head to the five and turn off dudes Catch K's, get payed, what AG do Ching, ching, bow, bow, what AG do Put Peck into [?], what AG do Put opps in the ground, what AG do Smooth criminal, I take your boo Thief in the night, snatching souls And do things that grim reapers do Ask the one side if it's not true
How's man got chat for the A, when more than four blocks felt our rage? (How) Lebz got shaven, Gutta try back 2 blades They both got put in their place yo (That's right) How many times I chased GH and Blitz done duck, duck, Goose with the gauge? (Bow Bow) Yevz too Greezy, stepped in his J's NutNut got shaved secrets not safe How many times they hid their wounds? You know that's your blood on your shoes (They know) But they still got no shame, he's 30+ tryna boost his Snapchat views No we don't get down irrelevant yutes, he deserved it if we turnt him zoot Askar confused like, "Who are these yutes?" 'Cah Mizz got packed and they left no clues Ceemizz get put in my swisher (Aye bill it) Culprit get put in my blues (Aye bill it) Gucci get put in my blunt We didn't drop Dotz, we smoke him too (Aye bill it) Six bells get stuffed in the spinner The dot dot get filled with two The ding dong get filled with four We head to the five and turn off dukes Catch K's get paid, what AG do Ching Ching, Bow Bow, what AG do Turn crack into pounds, what AG do Put opps in the ground, what AG do (Aye Aye) Smooth criminal, i'll take your boo Thief in the night, we snatching souls just doing things that grim reapers do Ask the One Side if it's not true
How's man got chat for the K, when more than four blocks felt our rage? Lebz got shaved and gutta tried back two blades, they both got put in their place, yo How many times did I chase JM and Blitz done duck-duck-goose with the gauge? Yevz too greezy, stepped in his J's, nut-nut got shaved, secrets not safe How many time they hid their wounds? You know that's your blood on your shoes But they still got no shame, he's 30+, tryna boost his Snapchat views No, we don't get down irrelevant yutes He deserved it if we turnt him zoot Askar confused like, "Who are these yutes?" Cah Bally got packed and they left no clues S1 Get put in my swisher, Stompz get put in my blues, Munna gets put in my blunt We didn't drop Gorz, but we smoke him too six bells get stuffed in the spinner The dot-dot get filled with two The ding-dong get filled with four We head to the five and turn off dudes Catch K's, get paid, what HS do Ching-ching, bow-bow, what HS do Turn crack into pounds, what HS do Put opps in the ground, what HS do Thief in the night, we snatchin souls, just doing things that grim reapers do Ask the One Side if it's not true
Mum said don't be a gangista Your own friends can kill you like Caesar Just took Adeola from a geezer Not my fault she wan' roll wit' a squeezer Mix up the potion, pour up a litre Lean in', like Tower of Pisa My señorita roll up my reefer Muy bonita, that's Big Back Ayeesha Gold like .9 bells, leng like Ateesha Won't say my grace, I can't eat her She can't sit on my face, I still please her Every moan I hear, I go deeper Adore her, Dior her I might drop a bag on Halima She a keeper, she cook, she still diva Thick like syrup, and sweet like toseina Whеn I fill her wet-wet, Aquafina Bеat that uh-uh in my white beater How opps thots doin' up cheetah Thought she's good, she a local skeezer Had crack, was a local dealer Now, I want packs and a one mil' deal When they say I'm too violent, just too real But what can I say, that's what they feel Tryna make this song 'bout girls not drills But fuck it, shh got one-shot kill He got shot on his block, he got a chest shot And he got his head backpeeled I'm getting off track, let's talk 'bout trap They say money don't grow on trees, but bro got rich off weed Pink notes from green, did mumsy lie to me? I'm joking [Chorus: Sus] Better not be me that you're provoking Get 'round quick and smoke him Serious pokings Had man chokin' on his own blood, that's final moments It was us that made you dig it up I can hear the gospel bill it up Put bine in the 9 and drill it up I know the pigs and paigons sick of us Better not be me that you're provoking Get 'round quick and smoke him Serious pokings Had man chokin' on his own blood, that's final moments It was us that made you dig it up I can hear the gospel bill it up Put bine in the 9 and drill it up I know the pigs and paigons sick of us [Verse 2: Broadday] Most wanted man and I ain't been touched 'Cah I stay wit' my gun Woi, woi, woi, that's a very clean run Free 2smokeyy, way too smokey 2 dot-dots and shh got fried Name me a time that Broadday lied Lighties weren't feelin' this Mali Now, they wanna make my sister an auntie (Awkward) 'Member conning on a halfie? Now I never struggle, wallahi I got Mercedes sign on my carkey I'm the drilliest Mali My hand-ting slaps, her booty claps My aim's on fleek, her nails on fleek I don't need a bitch, I don't a beater She's my Throat Goat, but the girl of your dreams Yo, how you leng, but your trainer's dead She got good pum-pum, but her brain was dead Broadday assassin, I aim for head They try to shoot me, but their aim was dead 3 hour trip is a bit of a wreck En route to country, I'm gettin' some neck By any means, gotta roll up a cheque Run out of grub, gotta link the connect My AP costs big racks, I got bad B jigglin' big backs I rip off her knickers and hit that Henny and Maggie, man sip that Jailhouse, I kept up fuckery More than coffin only Even though the whole jail on me None of them punks ain't touch me Chorus: Sus] Better not be me that you're provoking Get 'round quick and smoke him Serious pokings Had man chokin' on his own blood, that's final moments It was us that made you dig it up I can hear the gospel bill it up Put bine in the 9 and drill it up I know the pigs and paigons sick of us Better not be me that you're provoking Get 'round quick and smoke him Serious pokings Had man chokin' on his own blood, that's final moments It was us that made you dig it up I can hear the gospel bill it up Put bine in the 9 and drill it up I know the pigs and paigons sick of us
[Intro: Sus] Mum said don't be a gangista Mum said don't be a gangista Ay, ay, ay [Verse 1: Sus] Mum said don't be a gangista Your own friends can kill you like Caesar Just took Adeola from a geezer Not my fault she wan' roll wit' a squeezer Mix up the potion, pour up a litre Lean in', like Tower of Pisa My señorita roll up my reefer Muy bonita, that's Big Back Ayeesha Gold like .9 bells, leng like Ateesha Won't say my grace, I can't eat her She can't sit on my face, I still please her Every moan I hear, I go deeper Adore her, Dior her I might drop a bag on Halima She a keeper, she cook, she still diva Thick like syrup, and sweet like toseina When I fill her wet-wet, Aquafina Beat that uh-uh in my white beater How opps thots doin' up cheetah Thought she's good, she a local skeezer Had crack, was a local dealer Now, I want packs and a one mil' deal When they say I'm too violent, just too real But what can I say, that's what they feel Tryna make this song 'bout girls not drills But fuck it, shh got one-shot kill He got shot on his block, he got a chest shot And he got his head backpeeled I'm getting off track, let's talk 'bout trap They say money don't grow on trees, but bro got rich off weed Pink notes from green, did mumsy lie to me? I'm joking [Chorus: Sus] Better not be me that you're provoking Get 'round quick and smoke him Serious pokings Had man chokin' on his own blood, that's final moments It was us that made you dig it up I can hear the gospel bill it up Put bine in the 9 and drill it up I know the pigs and paigons sick of us Better not be me that you're provoking Get 'round quick and smoke him Serious pokings Had man chokin' on his own blood, that's final moments It was us that made you dig it up I can hear the gospel bill it up Put bine in the 9 and drill it up I know the pigs and paigons sick of us [Verse 2: Broadday] Most wanted man and I ain't been touched 'Cah I stay wit' my gun Woi, woi, woi, that's a very clean run Free 2smokeyy, way too smokey 2 dot-dots and shh got fried Name me a time that Broadday lied Lighties weren't feelin' this Mali Now, they wanna make my sister an auntie (Awkward) 'Member conning on a halfie? Now I never struggle, wallahi I got Mercedes sign on my carkey I'm the drilliest Mali My hand-ting slaps, her booty claps My aim's on fleek, her nails on fleek I don't need a bitch, I don't a beater She's my Throat Goat, but the girl of your dreams Yo, how you leng, but your trainer's dead She got good pum-pum, but her brain was dead Broadday assassin, I aim for head They try to shoot me, but their aim was dead 3 hour trip is a bit of a wreck En route to country, I'm gettin' some neck By any means, gotta roll up a cheque Run out of grub, gotta link the connect My AP costs big racks, I got bad B jigglin' big backs I rip off her knickers and hit that Henny and Maggie, man sip that Jailhouse, I kept up fuckery More than coffin only Even though the whole jail on me None of them punks ain't touch me [Chorus: Sus] Better not be me that you're provoking Get 'round quick and smoke him Serious pokings Had man chokin' on his own blood, that's final moments It was us that made you dig it up I can hear the gospel bill it up Put bine in the 9 and drill it up I know the pigs and paigons sick of us Better not be me that you're provoking Get 'round quick and smoke him Serious pokings Had man chokin' on his own blood, that's final moments It was us that made you dig it up I can hear the gospel bill it up Put bine in the 9 and drill it up I know the pigs and paigons sick of us [Outro] (Ayo, Tefo made this one) (Mason)
Swing my blade in a figure of 8 Don’t be surprised if get home late Sh tried to run and he lost his breathe Gonna need cologne when I smell like death I can’t lie but the things that I did wanna make go nuts I wanna burst that clip An opp got put in my spliff and his best friend got caught up in the rizz Spin that ride with ym and tizzy The corn make you spill that blud like fizzy G1 got caught up with the piggies And let his gun burst on the wing getting jiggy What’s more than peak is ur boydem running faster than the light of speed Coming like mo farah when I catch these yutes their all gonna be dead meat True say the gangs on lock When we come lurking lights out on a block Sh tried to make me catch his blade But caught my barrel when it hit his face No second thoughts just grip and aim I know gods seen this now I’m living in shame I can’t turn back and change my mind and change my past so fuck this fame Got caught out on a police dashcam Running for his life up through the back lane That 3 man step was fucking gracious I got that insta kill Cant wait to tour the opp block so I get that thrill
Killed it best song on the album no capp
Beat is 10/10 🔥🔥🔥
Final Moments Lyrics
[Intro: Sus]
Mum said don't be a gangista
Mum said don't be a gangista
Ay, ay, ay
[Verse 1: Sus]
Mum said don't be a gangista
Your own friends can kill you like Caesar
Just took Adeola from a geezer
Not my fault she wan' roll wit' a squeezer
Mix up the potion, pour up a litre
Lean in', like Tower of Pisa
My señorita roll up my reefer
Muy bonita, that's Big Back Ayeesha
Gold like .9 bells, leng like Ateesha
Won't say my grace, I can't eat her
She can't sit on my face, I still please her
Every moan I hear, I go deeper
Adore her, Dior her
I might drop a bag on Halima
She a keeper, she cook, she still diva
Thick like syrup, and sweet like toseina
Whеn I fill her wet-wet, Aquafina
Bеat that uh-uh in my white beater
How opps thots doin' up cheetah
Thought she's good, she a local skeezer
Had crack, was a local dealer
Now, I want packs and a one mil' deal
When they say I'm too violent, just too real
But what can I say, that's what they feel
Tryna make this song 'bout girls not drills
But fuck it, shh got one-shot kill
He got shot on his block, he got a chest shot
And he got his head backpeeled
I'm getting off track, let's talk 'bout trap
They say money don't grow on trees, but bro got rich off weed
Pink notes from green, did mumsy lie to me?
I'm joking
[Chorus: Sus]
Better not be me that you're provoking
Get 'round quick and smoke him
Serious pokings
Had man chokin' on his own blood, that's final moments
It was us that made you dig it up
I can hear the gospel bill it up
Put bine in the 9 and drill it up
I know the pigs and paigons sick of us
Better not be me that you're provoking
Get 'round quick and smoke him
Serious pokings
Had man chokin' on his own blood, that's final moments
It was us that made you dig it up
I can hear the gospel bill it up
Put bine in the 9 and drill it up
I know the pigs and paigons sick of us
[Verse 2: Broadday]
Most wanted man and I ain't been touched
'Cah I stay wit' my gun
Woi, woi, woi, that's a very clean run
Free 2smokeyy, way too smokey
2 dot-dots and shh got fried
Name me a time that Broadday lied
Lighties weren't feelin' this Mali
Now, they wanna make my sister an auntie (Awkward)
'Member conning on a halfie? Now I never struggle, wallahi
I got Mercedes sign on my carkey
I'm the drilliest Mali
My hand-ting slaps, her booty claps
My aim's on fleek, her nails on fleek
I don't need a bitch, I don't a beater
She's my Throat Goat, but the girl of your dreams
Yo, how you leng, but your trainer's dead
She got good pum-pum, but her brain was dead
Broadday assassin, I aim for head
They try to shoot me, but their aim was dead
3 hour trip is a bit of a wreck
En route to country, I'm gettin' some neck
By any means, gotta roll up a cheque
Run out of grub, gotta link the connect
My AP costs big racks, I got bad B jigglin' big backs
I rip off her knickers and hit that
Henny and Maggie, man sip that
Jailhouse, I kept up fuckery
More than coffin only
Even though the whole jail on me
None of them punks ain't touch me
Chorus: Sus]
Better not be me that you're provoking
Get 'round quick and smoke him
Serious pokings
Had man chokin' on his own blood, that's final moments
It was us that made you dig it up
I can hear the gospel bill it up
Put bine in the 9 and drill it up
I know the pigs and paigons sick of us
Better not be me that you're provoking
Get 'round quick and smoke him
Serious pokings
Had man chokin' on his own blood, that's final moments
It was us that made you dig it up
I can hear the gospel bill it up
Put bine in the 9 and drill it up
I know the pigs and paigons sick of us
[Outro]
(Ayo, Tefo made this one)
I wanna die I wanna leave
I wanna disappear from everything
Head feels unclear
I’m trying to write smth sincere
My life was a mess
Always in distress
Telling my ex to have a good year
God was writing my chapter
But thought fuck it
Let me rip it
Let me make this yute stronger
Feeling feral
Boys running like he’s on a treadmill
Dump the body in a land fill
Watch how the atmosphere
Changes when I walk in the room
People watching there doom
All them story’s are probably true
All this guilt fucking with my head
Starting fights so I can feel again
Trying to find my end
But no one’s been there
My life’s been fucked from the start
And I’m 15
Trying to find my end
Real eyes see real lies
Just have a bit of faith
And god will help u find a place
But here’s me living life
Shit feels tough
Almost fake
2 much pain in my chest
My role models was jokes
Both done crack
Both got off I’m proud of u
But thank u for them shit weeks
Stayed in my room my whole life
So I’m not surprised for finding out now
My role models ain’t fit for this
I feel self made looking after my siblings
But I’m trapping nothing is working
I’m hating life
15 waiting for 16
Joining the navy being a chef, or a boxer that’s my goals
But I don’t mind music
Even tho I found it hard
But I got attached a few many times
N I’m praying this is the last
Or I’m done
Fuck dating this shits mad
It’s like a game with out any bread
Cmonn bro we did a mazza
ym killed this
Sample?
@@Desxire sounds like Spider-Man 😭
@@EmzyyTFF 😂
exquisite
this is insane
Me and my dad
My dad the mad man
Why you gotta be a bad man
I’m glad you still here
You use to be a lad
One day u will be a grand dad
Just stay long enough
I’ll pay back everything
I don’t know if my music will pop
Only 15 I’m a lad with out a studio
Making my dream come true
Some days u go mad
And I feel bad
when the Feds grabbed you my world
Fell apart I was weeping every night
Thinking of my future with out you
It hurts
And to think I’ll lose you again your mad
When you got bagged i had a dream
Let’s call it a vision
I remember dreaming
It all felt strange the weird gold glow
I looked across the road and saw you
Ur arms was open i ran and ran and Brang you to the floor squeezing
I woke up and brang tears to my eye
But u spoke about being free soon
I didn’t believe you
But my dream came true I
I know gods real I don’t thank him enough
He’s showed me many lessons by the age of 15 how many more years do I have idk tbh
Only the future will reveal it
Goat
dope style🔥
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🤢🤢🔥🔥
Feel love
We snuggle
Nestle embrace cuddle
I feel your empathy so blinded I can’t c
Ab heart warming feeling over me
123 kisses cheeky hold closely lovingly
456 u confuse my substance abuse
7 can’t pick and choose I don’t want to lose
So beautiful tasty I could eat u whole
your glamorous amazing your my heart and soul
Your funny your my bunny on the meadow
Such a strong feeling of affection
I don’t wanna ration my compassion
2sum fraction half+half=2gether we become 1
Sexual attraction
I worship the ground you stand on
Your my beautiful queen
I’ll put a crown on
I’m glad your mine my feelings
R incarcerated between these likes
You’re my jewel sparkling you’ve
Got me barking mad
Made me feel loved spider woman
Which I’ve never had
You’ve opened my eyes you’ve hypnotize I idolize
You’ve casted ya bait I’m hooked smitten!
Reeled me in July 23rd BT summer
My ink is creating a sign framed
Me 2 u r u glad ur mine
U make me feel loved all the time
By from blue end of my powerful rhyme
sample?
How's man got chat 'bout the A?
When more than 4 got spilt outta rage
Lebz got shaved and Gutta tried backed his blades
They both got put on their blades
How many times have I chased GH?
And Blitz done Duck, Duck, Goose on the gates
Yevz too greazy, stepped on his J's
Nut', Nut' got shaved, secret's not safe
How many times they hid their wounds?
Know that's your blood on your shoes
They still got no change, he's 30 plus
Tryna boost his Snapchat views
Know we gon' get them irrelevant yutes
He deserved it if we turned him zoot
I was getting confused, like who are these yutes?
Ceemizz got packed and they left no clues
Ceemizz get put in my Swisher
Culprit get put on my blues
Gucci get put in my blunt
We didn't drop Dotz but we smoke him too
Six bells get stuffed in the spinner
The dot, dot get filled with two
The ding, dong get filled with four
We head to the five and turn off dudes
Catch K's, get payed, what AG do
Ching, ching, bow, bow, what AG do
Put Peck into [?], what AG do
Put opps in the ground, what AG do
Smooth criminal, I take your boo
Thief in the night, snatching souls
And do things that grim reapers do
Ask the one side if it's not true
How's man got chat for the A, when more than four blocks felt our rage? (How)
Lebz got shaven, Gutta try back 2 blades
They both got put in their place yo (That's right)
How many times I chased GH and Blitz done duck, duck, Goose with the gauge? (Bow Bow)
Yevz too Greezy, stepped in his J's
NutNut got shaved secrets not safe
How many times they hid their wounds?
You know that's your blood on your shoes (They know)
But they still got no shame, he's 30+ tryna boost his Snapchat views
No we don't get down irrelevant yutes, he deserved it if we turnt him zoot
Askar confused like, "Who are these yutes?" 'Cah Mizz got packed and they left no clues
Ceemizz get put in my swisher (Aye bill it)
Culprit get put in my blues (Aye bill it)
Gucci get put in my blunt
We didn't drop Dotz, we smoke him too (Aye bill it)
Six bells get stuffed in the spinner
The dot dot get filled with two
The ding dong get filled with four
We head to the five and turn off dukes
Catch K's get paid, what AG do
Ching Ching, Bow Bow, what AG do
Turn crack into pounds, what AG do
Put opps in the ground, what AG do (Aye Aye)
Smooth criminal, i'll take your boo
Thief in the night, we snatching souls just doing things that grim reapers do
Ask the One Side if it's not true
This beat is Stupid🔥
How's man got chat for the K, when more than four blocks felt our rage?
Lebz got shaved and gutta tried back two blades, they both got put in their place, yo
How many times did I chase JM and Blitz done duck-duck-goose with the gauge?
Yevz too greezy, stepped in his J's, nut-nut got shaved, secrets not safe
How many time they hid their wounds?
You know that's your blood on your shoes
But they still got no shame, he's 30+, tryna boost his Snapchat views
No, we don't get down irrelevant yutes
He deserved it if we turnt him zoot
Askar confused like, "Who are these yutes?"
Cah Bally got packed and they left no clues
S1 Get put in my swisher, Stompz get put in my blues, Munna gets put in my blunt
We didn't drop Gorz, but we smoke him too
six bells get stuffed in the spinner
The dot-dot get filled with two
The ding-dong get filled with four
We head to the five and turn off dudes
Catch K's, get paid, what HS do
Ching-ching, bow-bow, what HS do
Turn crack into pounds, what HS do
Put opps in the ground, what HS do
Thief in the night, we snatchin souls,
just doing things that grim reapers do
Ask the One Side if it's not true
Mum said don't be a gangista
Your own friends can kill you like Caesar
Just took Adeola from a geezer
Not my fault she wan' roll wit' a squeezer
Mix up the potion, pour up a litre
Lean in', like Tower of Pisa
My señorita roll up my reefer
Muy bonita, that's Big Back Ayeesha
Gold like .9 bells, leng like Ateesha
Won't say my grace, I can't eat her
She can't sit on my face, I still please her
Every moan I hear, I go deeper
Adore her, Dior her
I might drop a bag on Halima
She a keeper, she cook, she still diva
Thick like syrup, and sweet like toseina
Whеn I fill her wet-wet, Aquafina
Bеat that uh-uh in my white beater
How opps thots doin' up cheetah
Thought she's good, she a local skeezer
Had crack, was a local dealer
Now, I want packs and a one mil' deal
When they say I'm too violent, just too real
But what can I say, that's what they feel
Tryna make this song 'bout girls not drills
But fuck it, shh got one-shot kill
He got shot on his block, he got a chest shot
And he got his head backpeeled
I'm getting off track, let's talk 'bout trap
They say money don't grow on trees, but bro got rich off weed
Pink notes from green, did mumsy lie to me?
I'm joking
[Chorus: Sus]
Better not be me that you're provoking
Get 'round quick and smoke him
Serious pokings
Had man chokin' on his own blood, that's final moments
It was us that made you dig it up
I can hear the gospel bill it up
Put bine in the 9 and drill it up
I know the pigs and paigons sick of us
Better not be me that you're provoking
Get 'round quick and smoke him
Serious pokings
Had man chokin' on his own blood, that's final moments
It was us that made you dig it up
I can hear the gospel bill it up
Put bine in the 9 and drill it up
I know the pigs and paigons sick of us
[Verse 2: Broadday]
Most wanted man and I ain't been touched
'Cah I stay wit' my gun
Woi, woi, woi, that's a very clean run
Free 2smokeyy, way too smokey
2 dot-dots and shh got fried
Name me a time that Broadday lied
Lighties weren't feelin' this Mali
Now, they wanna make my sister an auntie (Awkward)
'Member conning on a halfie? Now I never struggle, wallahi
I got Mercedes sign on my carkey
I'm the drilliest Mali
My hand-ting slaps, her booty claps
My aim's on fleek, her nails on fleek
I don't need a bitch, I don't a beater
She's my Throat Goat, but the girl of your dreams
Yo, how you leng, but your trainer's dead
She got good pum-pum, but her brain was dead
Broadday assassin, I aim for head
They try to shoot me, but their aim was dead
3 hour trip is a bit of a wreck
En route to country, I'm gettin' some neck
By any means, gotta roll up a cheque
Run out of grub, gotta link the connect
My AP costs big racks, I got bad B jigglin' big backs
I rip off her knickers and hit that
Henny and Maggie, man sip that
Jailhouse, I kept up fuckery
More than coffin only
Even though the whole jail on me
None of them punks ain't touch me
Chorus: Sus]
Better not be me that you're provoking
Get 'round quick and smoke him
Serious pokings
Had man chokin' on his own blood, that's final moments
It was us that made you dig it up
I can hear the gospel bill it up
Put bine in the 9 and drill it up
I know the pigs and paigons sick of us
Better not be me that you're provoking
Get 'round quick and smoke him
Serious pokings
Had man chokin' on his own blood, that's final moments
It was us that made you dig it up
I can hear the gospel bill it up
Put bine in the 9 and drill it up
I know the pigs and paigons sick of us
💕 P_R_O_M_O_S_M!!!
[Intro: Sus]
Mum said don't be a gangista
Mum said don't be a gangista
Ay, ay, ay
[Verse 1: Sus]
Mum said don't be a gangista
Your own friends can kill you like Caesar
Just took Adeola from a geezer
Not my fault she wan' roll wit' a squeezer
Mix up the potion, pour up a litre
Lean in', like Tower of Pisa
My señorita roll up my reefer
Muy bonita, that's Big Back Ayeesha
Gold like .9 bells, leng like Ateesha
Won't say my grace, I can't eat her
She can't sit on my face, I still please her
Every moan I hear, I go deeper
Adore her, Dior her
I might drop a bag on Halima
She a keeper, she cook, she still diva
Thick like syrup, and sweet like toseina
When I fill her wet-wet, Aquafina
Beat that uh-uh in my white beater
How opps thots doin' up cheetah
Thought she's good, she a local skeezer
Had crack, was a local dealer
Now, I want packs and a one mil' deal
When they say I'm too violent, just too real
But what can I say, that's what they feel
Tryna make this song 'bout girls not drills
But fuck it, shh got one-shot kill
He got shot on his block, he got a chest shot
And he got his head backpeeled
I'm getting off track, let's talk 'bout trap
They say money don't grow on trees, but bro got rich off weed
Pink notes from green, did mumsy lie to me?
I'm joking
[Chorus: Sus]
Better not be me that you're provoking
Get 'round quick and smoke him
Serious pokings
Had man chokin' on his own blood, that's final moments
It was us that made you dig it up
I can hear the gospel bill it up
Put bine in the 9 and drill it up
I know the pigs and paigons sick of us
Better not be me that you're provoking
Get 'round quick and smoke him
Serious pokings
Had man chokin' on his own blood, that's final moments
It was us that made you dig it up
I can hear the gospel bill it up
Put bine in the 9 and drill it up
I know the pigs and paigons sick of us
[Verse 2: Broadday]
Most wanted man and I ain't been touched
'Cah I stay wit' my gun
Woi, woi, woi, that's a very clean run
Free 2smokeyy, way too smokey
2 dot-dots and shh got fried
Name me a time that Broadday lied
Lighties weren't feelin' this Mali
Now, they wanna make my sister an auntie (Awkward)
'Member conning on a halfie? Now I never struggle, wallahi
I got Mercedes sign on my carkey
I'm the drilliest Mali
My hand-ting slaps, her booty claps
My aim's on fleek, her nails on fleek
I don't need a bitch, I don't a beater
She's my Throat Goat, but the girl of your dreams
Yo, how you leng, but your trainer's dead
She got good pum-pum, but her brain was dead
Broadday assassin, I aim for head
They try to shoot me, but their aim was dead
3 hour trip is a bit of a wreck
En route to country, I'm gettin' some neck
By any means, gotta roll up a cheque
Run out of grub, gotta link the connect
My AP costs big racks, I got bad B jigglin' big backs
I rip off her knickers and hit that
Henny and Maggie, man sip that
Jailhouse, I kept up fuckery
More than coffin only
Even though the whole jail on me
None of them punks ain't touch me
[Chorus: Sus]
Better not be me that you're provoking
Get 'round quick and smoke him
Serious pokings
Had man chokin' on his own blood, that's final moments
It was us that made you dig it up
I can hear the gospel bill it up
Put bine in the 9 and drill it up
I know the pigs and paigons sick of us
Better not be me that you're provoking
Get 'round quick and smoke him
Serious pokings
Had man chokin' on his own blood, that's final moments
It was us that made you dig it up
I can hear the gospel bill it up
Put bine in the 9 and drill it up
I know the pigs and paigons sick of us
[Outro]
(Ayo, Tefo made this one)
(Mason)
Swing my blade in a figure of 8
Don’t be surprised if get home late
Sh tried to run and he lost his breathe
Gonna need cologne when I smell like death
I can’t lie but the things that I did wanna make go nuts I wanna burst that clip
An opp got put in my spliff and his best friend got caught up in the rizz
Spin that ride with ym and tizzy
The corn make you spill that blud like fizzy
G1 got caught up with the piggies
And let his gun burst on the wing getting jiggy
What’s more than peak is ur boydem running faster than the light of speed
Coming like mo farah when I catch these yutes their all gonna be dead meat
True say the gangs on lock
When we come lurking lights out on a block
Sh tried to make me catch his blade
But caught my barrel when it hit his face
No second thoughts just grip and aim
I know gods seen this now I’m living in shame
I can’t turn back and change my mind and change my past so fuck this fame
Got caught out on a police dashcam
Running for his life up through the back lane
That 3 man step was fucking gracious
I got that insta kill
Cant wait to tour the opp block so I get that thrill