Whizz world, Zone 5, NB, MG, niggas know

Man do road on my ten toes, don't say I don't do that
Oh God, if only you knew akh
If you never run, I would do man
And, they banned real Saff from the hood, trident wanna have man shook
But they bussed that case now it's back to the mains, no face if I tie that hood
My bros really got shush, got a pengting that's a heavy one, need two packs like Suge
Girls want love, girls want hugs, did that bitch girl only get wood
Dem boy run, don't tie lace, don't get splashed cah your neck get pussed
Come and back your mate
I know that your hearts all jumpy but deep down you know you should get caught that's fate
I ain't tryna stop for a Jake hear him talking 'bout "Licence, mate."
Avoid that scene, tell bro "Take a next left cah I see a said licence plate,"
Roll up bait
But I still hide my face 'cause my face won't know to the Jakes
Claim your estate
Bare man thought that we cut but I swore we came back that day
Bare man run, hide, dash
Why did you run like that?
They thought they had man shook
Bossman came right back
Don't you know man bill it and boogie
Ride out in a worn out hoodie
They're more interested in pussy
I'm with' cowboys like we Woody
And them man don't crash corn, why you think that the ting stay mute?
Crash man zoot
More time I'm up in the trap with a cat, big pack of a loose
How could we lose?
Everyday early grind, them man just put it on snooze
Bro said boo
Then one of them man boot, can't lie what I'm saying is true

Audible taps and aims at hats
Couple man deep in this opp block settings
By them no I don't feel threatened, correctly stepping with deadly weapons

Man back it out on these cunts
They don't stay I swear they just run
Man hate talk the ching for that tongue
Bro bro got bujj all bamped up in lumps
Ammy smoke is all in my lungs
Them man their broke and living off crumbs
But they try put a K on the N
How the fuck can they do them things?
Man back it out and do stupid things
Young boy wan' trap I'm recruiting him
Man wrap it up and put food in cling
Big fuck off ramz it goes through his skin
Don't say you stack when your stash looks thin
Some fucked up guys all we do is sin
He couldn't run cah' he's fat not slim
Why you think the fat yute got chinged?

Huh? You gon' shoot me? In front of everybody? Huh? C'mon!
Don't let these fuck boys gas up your head

12 man in a glide, niggas know that's 2 cars 1 ped
Don't try disrespect then do legs
Dem man dash and blow, they do jet
Bro just backed it out from his coat and he's itching to blow at foolish men
And, hella man have changed sides
Dem man there, we call them boy gems
Boom, bow they heard the ting twice
I saw hella man try pushing a friend
Run, hide or they stay inside
These little neeks ain't active past 10
And, free all my rasclart guys
Free my niggas out of that pen
Opp block getting chased by an X5
That's armed jakes and there's two of them
Skrr, whizzin' on a 125
Not a big boy bike but Uncle's got skeng
Fuck, that day we even roll off but we never got lost go back to the ends
Bro bro really let the ting pop off when they done hopscotch, no need to pretend

No need to lie, fucking runners