Put the food on the scales and I'm bagging it
I can pin a whole box in twenty minutes
The flake comes as raw as that steak that you're eating
The weed comes as stinky as that pussy that you're beating
I'm a Scouse kid but I've got links like a Cuban
I'm Rick Rubin, I'm executive producing
I'm not making beats
I'm cultivating cannabis on streets, I ain't fucking with no deets
I used to creep through and throw your weed in some bed sheets
Now I'm tryna work out my expenses on some spreadsheets
I think I might have went over my budget
Babe that's a real gun, please don't touch it
She thinks that it's plastic, I told her that it's polymer
It's stronger than plastic, when it slaps, you'll do backflips
I got this nigga thinking that he's match fit
Cool, we'll let the Glock-9 teach him gymnastics
When I slap this, nigga I don't need practice
One shot'll have him swimming in the sea like some catfish
Bro bought the extended mag and now it's looking like a mad clip
Man I'll empty that mad quick
In my hood
Niggas don't wanna see you make it so you gotta stay strapped
In my hood
You gotta deal with a lot of snakes and fake shit
You gotta keep a strap, without a strap you're naked
You don't wanna be attending a wake or find yourself getting robbed
My boys are shotting food out the flats
And they're sitting there with a big Glock, they stay ready
You ain't never been to war
And had multiple gunmen at your door
It's pressure and man like you fold under pressure
Me, I grab the Beretta, V for Vendetta
I've always rapped sick but as I age I get better
I was in jail, you didn't send me no letter
She had a man but I made her get wetter
That's why she fell in love with the kid
I've got the magic touch, when I touch, they get lovesick
Never used to like it, now she loves to suck dick thanks to me
She knows how to squirt thanks to me
She knows how to pin up some work thanks to me
She even goes to work thanks to me
Before me, she was happy on the dole with no P
I had to change that, you'll soon see me in that Range
I need a nine with a laser, I can hit you from a range
In my hood
Niggas don't wanna see you make it so you gotta stay strapped
In my hood
You gotta deal with a lot of snakes and fake shit
You gotta keep a strap, without a strap you're naked
You don't wanna be attending a wake or find yourself getting robbed
My boys are shotting food out the flats
And they're sitting there with a big Glock, they stay ready
