The bob go off
Me and the goons on a jet to Madrid, bags packed to the brim, yeah filled up with quid
Opps tried to slide but that I forbid, we off the zaza while you smokin mids
I’m in Dubai, high as the buildings, robbed the queen’s stash, now she out of shillings
Hit a lick on King Arthur and copped his broadsword, drive by stabbing, pull off in my new Ford
8 in the 2 liter I just poured, the opps show they faces and they get floored
Hop out the lamb and switch to the rover, you know my Rolls Royce got a chauffeur
We at the cliffs of Dover, smokin out da pound, what’s that odor?
Drank got me movin slower, ran ovеr ya nan, yeah call me a bowler
I won’t acknowlеdge you, no free exposure, shank all ya mates yeah, now u a loner
I bought a GLE, you know that’s a Benz, we jumpin his #ss, I just stole his pants
Mans keep on runnin, he ain’t got no chance, we step on them boys just like they some ants
Pull up on horses, we at the round table, we stonin his #ss, call that boy Abel
Copped the Black Pearl, that’s a medieval yacht, DRT like the Knights of Camelot
Under pressure yeah you gon choke, but not me I ain’t no joke
Take a look at that bloke, I know for a fact he don’t want no smoke
Talk mad smack and ill get pissed, whip out the musket, no I ain’t missed
I’m the teacher, you are dismissed, copy my flow? yeah cease and desist
You’re backed in a corner, yeah that’s a kerfuffle, don’t try and fight me, I’m ready to tussle
Look at mans yeah he a git, that boy nervous, he ready to split
All the mandem know I’m a drilla, make me mad and I’ll go Godzilla
I’m in Milan, just bought me a villa, droppin them bodies, you know I’m a killa
Drivin the rarri pop out at the function, they know me, don’t need no introduction
Me and the gang pullin up to London, all of them clones, yes I’m the instructions
Still dealin packs and dodgin the feds, chop off his bottom, he ain’t got no legs
I’m trackin u down, yeah I’m watching your bed, he must be 90, that boy wears Depends
Run on my gang, you gon get croaked, he pissin his pants, that boy’s soaked
5% tint, you know we stay cloaked, throw him in the wood, he dun got smoked
Me and my broad in Westminster Abbey, if she don’t stop whinin, Imma get crabby
Sleepin on the street, you lookin shabby, clothes from goodwill, they rather baggy
That fiend only smokes Mario carts, fatass runs slower than Paul Blart
Pulled out the cutlass, made that boy shart, man fell off his feet so I shanked him in the heart
Mate’s got meth teeth, he need some fillings, smoked his whole family he ain’t got no siblings
Chopped his #ss up like lawn clippings, bro gambled his life, now I’m collectin’ my winnings
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