(Young g)
(M1onthebeat)
(My man, my man)

My man said he got hammers for sale again
I ain't jude, but I bet you I'm bellin' him (one)
Feds dem on to the set again, obbo, it ain't even safe on telegram (bi-bi)
Big rasclart medallion, everywhere we go is shelly-ann (let's get it)
Givenchy, Louis, Dior, Chanel again
Shorty said I look good in everything (turn, turn, yeah)
Bro told me he ain't goin' back jail again
Just got nicked, now he's back there again (uh)
Somethin' got bun on the— (ph') lost that boot, had so mu— (ph-phew)
They want me back on the trench again, I don't know who's genuine (no, uh)
Somethin' just end up dead again, I did try tellin' them (one)

I was yola with the amphetamine
If I was posh, then it would've been ketamine (yeah)
I was dead broke, tryna sell everythin'
So I had to rap white like eminem (turn, told me turn)
So I levelled up, but I'm still levellin'
Ain't it funny how I chase down opps (told me turn)
But nowadays I just chase down my beverage?
And I still gotta scream: Fuck fed again (turn, turn, turn, turn, ayy)
True, the mandem done up dunlin and heron
And all now the feds gotta rise up evidence (suh)
Cah we really made white tops turn red
White tops turn red, teddy sheringham (suh, suh, suh)
Talkin' my shit, they ain't lettin' me land
Got a suite top of the London sheraton (ooh)
London sheraton grand cah this neck, bands (let's get it)

My man said he got hammers for sale again
I ain't jude, but I bet you I'm bellin' him (one)
Fe-fe-feds dem on to the set again, obbo, it ain't even safe on telegram (bi-bi)
Big rasclart medallion, everywhere we go is shelly-ann (told me turn, ayy)
Givenchy, Louis, Dior, Chanel again
Shorty said I look good in everything (turn, turn, turn)
Bro told me he ain't goin' back jail again, just got nicked
Now he's back there again (turn, told me turn, ayy)
Somethin' got bun on the— (ph') lost that boot, had so mu— (ph-phew)
They want me back on the trench again, I don't know who's genuine (no)
Somethin' just end up dead again, I did try tellin' them (one)

This brown one thick, she melanin (uh)
Me and her eat, it's michelin (uh)
This steak knife is far from a flip shank
Come from the trench, but I still got etiquette (tch, eh)
Rappers start gettin' upset again rememberin'
Then they go troll on the net again
They send for me, I can't send for them, true
There's a body in the streets, it's delicate (one)
They said they want war, they're gemmin' it
You know what the hitters would do for one
I'm feelin' like declan rice at emirates (suh, suh, suh, suh, suh, suh, suh)
It's separate
Little bro turned his wrist to a b
You know me, I love when the mandem levellin'
Times when the b made a fiend od, it forced me to cut it, O.T. genasis

My man said he got hammers for sale again
I ain't jude, but I bet you I'm bellin' him (one)
Feds dem on to the set again, obbo, it ain't even safe on telegram (bi-bi, turn)
Big rasclart medallion, everywhere we go is shelly-ann (turn, told me turn, ayy)
Givenchy, Louis, Dior, Chanel again
Shorty said I look good in everything (turn, turn, turn, told me turn, ayy)
Bro told me he ain't goin' back jail again, just got nicked
Now he's back there again (told me turn, ayy)
Somethin' got bun on the— (ph') lost that boot, had so mu— (ph', ph', mm, mm)
They want me back on the trench again, I don't know who's genuine (no)
Somethin' just end up dead again, I did try tellin' them (one)

Told me turn, ayy
Told me turn, turn
(M1onthebeat)
(Young g)