Lyrics: Ismail Mumtaz Mahmood
Music: Ismail Mumtaz Mahmood
Show me the way show me the angle
Green light, gunna hit mans mango
In jail thats plug and a zanco
On road thats mash and alpro
Come go grip on a albo
Tie up his crop like velcro
Then tie up the trees in bedding
Then dash that shit in the van, manifesting
Looking at the albo venting
Its a next thing now im vexing
Cuz he try come on next thing
Sweep n Ching depressing
Caught me a case im vexing
3 bro he done tapped like wrestling
Shoot and pitch he’s testing
liveo corn gets picked n tested
Pick n mix with the gang
Don’t try run get slapped
Man just stepped in the gaff
Whole yard pinging of crack
I don’t label my beef to postcodes
Nigga that’s school shit
Its an open table buffet man eat beef with corn and full clips
Don’t give me chat and get bined for bullshit
Virgin slappers aint ever pull shit
Someone defo got tapped cuz we up and slapped at the full whip
Another got rammed and his whip got taken slid back round in a pagans whip
They aint got heart like me and mine me and bro built lines on a pagan strip
I aint ever told a lie in my life he’s gunna eat bine with a g26
Gunna eat bine like chicken and rice I blow out your mind when I done out the clip
Back up on my ****eries slide for my cousins beef
Rise up a dirty stick spanking off a couple teeth
Nothing but a cup of tea
Cuz my burner stuck with me
Murder if you fw bro murder if you fw me
G26 or g19 lets jump in the ride and slap man over
Emptied the clip when he got fried but he never died then I lost composure
*** got his wig pushed back don’t claim that pack but I still smoke him if im sober
*** got shot in his hat, next to his mum where he sat
2 kill streaks if I would of got closer
*** got shot by me now he shits out a bag
6 man got cheffed n splashed
Stretched and whacked
Last time gang slid out in a rover
Blacked out spooky like its October
See me a pagan know that its over
No I don’t hold no vios
Can’t get you then we get your mum
Usual suspects somebody mum wet
Ag demons run in your drum
16 for a brick 15 in the clip 14 if you trip and you will get bun
Indeed im skits in love with sticks jump out on pricks slap corn for fun
Chorus
There’s gp in the air like mids
Suen got slapped n froze like a pic
Me and bro love taking trips
Kick backs mad I can firms that quick
Suen got pressed on the back road then
Suen got hit on the mish
Bllacked out coupe bang that’s 4s
Then bake off with a bitch
3 bro hes driller
Slap that 9 out the window
Suen gunna fly out the ride like spinner
Suen gain get pressed on
If I go and rise that stinger
Don’t make bro come rise that dinger
And its peak if he touches his chinga
Bare ribena looking like bigga
3 bro he picked up the laces suen got slapped never left no traces
Bang that mash on the side road now I got everyone out tryna park them laces
I done me a drill I never left no traces
Done that drill I don’t care about casings
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