I closed my eyes and I can’t stop dreamin’ [No
Tryna dodge my demons [Woo
I had a nice dream that they bust these squeeze’s old door and they gave him his freedom [Free ’em up
I had the next dream that I caught me opp boy, yucked, kept on bleedin’ [Yucked
Yo, pick up your bro, don’t leave him
I couldn’t do that, ’round there that’s treason
Two hands on when I fly this skeng [Brrah
Get slapped with the nine and M [Scratch mixed it
That one’s a mad ting, bro with the skeng then you might get skenged [Bah
I got supply in the mornin’, Peck’s I’m hot so it’s O where I fly these plebs [OT
On the lurk tryna find these gems, I miss so I’m out tryna slide again
PS, let’s grip man’s soul [Let’s go
Or just whip them poles like skid then go like sh#t them bro [Brrah
Zone 2 Peck’s, oh yes, even aunties and them kids, them know [Oi, oi
Show, Max-O gave him a neck shot in his neck dot, did he swim or float?
I wake up, think nuttin’ but juggy [Woo
Backstrap this cookie [Ay, ay
This ting is pissed ’cause I hit and I skid, gave her the one then doolie
Them man ain’t nuttin, they ain’t stay for nuttin’ [No
They don’t wanna dance and boogie [No
Opp block flex, swing that ting to your head
But I ain’t givin’ out noogies
Fly them birds and the jones look silly
Get rocked, no milli
Man get dutt no filly, for-really
Us man run this city
Tryna get rich of stream and bitties [Woo
Golden one, she pretty [Ay, ay], golden one, she pretty [Ay
Yo, all tryna be my missy [Ay, come ‘ere
Don’t be silly [Ay, ay], get rocked, no milli [Woo
Man get dutt no filly, for-really
Us man run this city
Tryna get rich of stream and bitties [Woo
Golden one, she pretty [Ay, come ‘ere], golden one, she pretty [Ay, come ‘ere
All on me tryna be my missy [Ay, Hitsquad baby]
Look, man get G-O-T, tryna make man see G-O-D [Oh, sh#t
Shootin’s like C-O-D, where’s GB? Turned P-O-T [Thirteen
Trap, I been OT, I just link pack for 3-on-3 [Ring
Slap, I been OG, I hop in the back, I see those meeks [Who’s dat?
P-O-P, I’m holdin’ it down [Down], Hitsquad rollin’ around [Hitsquad baby
Ching man down, he’s rollin’ around [Ching, ching
Give him a parcel, smokin’ him down [Ay, wettin’ him
Blacked out in a black man suit
I back my bruce and he backs man too [Gang way
Hitsquad, hashtag two
Still tryna leave man hashtag zoots [Switch it
Spin it, man move wicked, I jump out quick and said do up your chest [Chest shot
Frigid, my index itches, I back that pivot, you know what’s next [Brrah, bah
Chat sh#t, what you talk ’bout Willis?
You know man’s wit’ it, you know man steps
Ride out ’til there’s no one left
Do it like Alan Sugar, I point my finger, man get fired [Woof
Stepped in, a man get’s tired [Tiny weather
Hitsquad baby [Play you, lay you], Smoke Boys in my section [Smoky
Swift, I came with my bredren [Who’s dat?
Smith, he came with wesson [Treyway
Pissed, I aim and press him [Bah
I bet you teach them on a lesson
Get rocked, no milli
Man get dutt no filly, for-really
Us man run this city
Tryna get rich of stream and bitties [Woo
Golden one, she pretty [Ay, ay], golden one, she pretty [Ay
Yo, all tryna be my missy [Ay, come ‘ere
Don’t be silly [Ay, ay], get rocked, no milli [Woo
Man get dutt no filly, for-really
Us man run this city
Tryna get rich of stream and bitties [Woo
Golden one, she pretty [Ay, come ‘ere], golden one, she pretty [Ay, come ‘ere
All on me tryna be my missy [Ay, ay, ay]
Shoutout to 2’s, my bruh
They the UK, active in this b#tch
Uh, long time PS, yeah?
This one’s called Zoo Rock
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