Your lyrics ain't fucking with ours cause
These sound good and all that, but this is the hard stuff
Nigga I'm the type that will [?]
So don't bother coming 'round here if you're looking for stars bruv (Nah)
Real niggas listen to our stuff (Yeah)
Pull up in the middle of the road, hit the volume, and park up
You know the hammer's up in the car tucked
Chicks on my dick see me rolling in the whip and get star struck
Why's niggas talking that shit for? (Why?)
Just 'cause I'm a piece of the puzzle that's completing the jigsaw
Run up in your building and kick doors
Slap up and kick whores, smack up and split jaws
Bucksy [?] damn it this shit's raw
They merked it already, what the fuck did I spit for? (Yeah)