Ahh Spare OTB Let's do this, listen Nothing Pecknarm niggas got the macs and the pump (Got the what?) Gully niggas on the strip, shotting junk (Shotting the what?) Them little youngins 'round Yellow Brick are hungry (Hungry) I'll get your stupid ass shot for a monkey (Shot) 'Round here we got a hunger problem (Problem) That's why the youngins hustle on the roads (Roads) Shotting junkies on 'em Keep it short if you've got a problem 'Cause the nigga that you're hyping up to, might have suttin' on 'em I swear to God niggas don't want me on 'em I'll just holla at Carlton and Rocks, and we'll just get to dumping on 'em Don't come 'round flashing your shit (Shit) 'Cause my nigga Knuckles hates to see a nigga stunting on 'em Ahh Spare OTB Let's do this, listen Nothing Pecknarm niggas got the macs and the pump (Got the what?) Gully niggas on the strip, shotting junk (Shotting the what?) Them little youngins 'round Yellow Brick are hungry (Hungry) I'll get your stupid ass shot for a monkey (Shot) 'Round here we got a hunger problem (Problem) That's why the youngins hustle on the roads (Roads) Shotting junkies on 'em Keep it short if you've got a problem 'Cause the nigga that you're hyping up to, might have something on 'em I swear to God, nigga don't want me on 'em I'll just holla at Carlton and Rocks, and we can get to dumping on 'em (Dumping) Don't come 'round flashing your shit (Shit) 'Cause my nigga Knuckles hates to see a nigga stunting on 'em Part time shooter Hustling's my other business If you wanna purchase, don't be coming with no monkey business (Monkey business) Don't look inside the bag, it's got something in it That's what I tell the bitch, travelling to country with it Life's real fucked up, but you gotta try and live it Jail ain't a place, that I'm tryna visit Coke, you think I like to flip it? Clients really like to sniff it (Sniff it) Fuck the government Drug money fam, yeah I'm out to get it Wooly Road niggas serving up the pengaleng G (G) Shotting niggas from the city to the country (Country) Walk around with the shells like Humpty (Humpty) This little rookie's strapped, you can get clapped G Wooly Road niggas serving up the pengaleng G (G) Shotting niggas from the city to the country (Country) Walk around with the shells like Humpty (Humpty) This little rookie's strapped, you can get clapped G (Get clapped) There's a lot of running scramblers when the guns go off Shells straight through, make a coup look soft I'm the bison of the game, yeah you met the boss And I ain't broke motherfuckers, I don't need to floss Got bare youngin's on the block that will tear your shit up (Yeah) Quick to strap up (Yeah) Give them the sign then just claim they clap up (Yeah) Got my big dog, Size will calm your pups down (Calm down) Then clap them straight down (Woof, woof, woof) I don't like niggas that smile or fake frown (No) [?] is fake clown SE17, man it's two 15, plus one 16 In the clip, better dip, when the 'Narm and the Gaza on the strip 'Cause we're know for letting off like the jezzies on the trip And the whip known for letting them toys So the feds call [?] when they try approach the boy Don't even say a word They ain't even screaming "oi" Pecknarm niggas got the macs and the pump (Got the what?) Gully niggas on the strip, shotting junk (Shotting what?) Them little youngins 'round Yellow Brick are hungry (Hungry) I'll get your stupid ass shot for a monkey (Shot) Pecknarm niggas got the macs and the pump (Got the what?) Gully niggas on the strip, shotting junk (Shotting what?) Them little youngins 'round Yellow Brick are hungry (Hungry) I'll get your stupid ass shot for a monkey (Shot) 'Round here the feds are over on us Kicking everyone's door off, nicking all my fucking youngers I say it straight, there's a snitch among us When I find out who it is, I'ma put one in his fucking jumper They got me paranoid, looking around Thinking that's anyone passing me is gotta be a fucking undercover Following behind, tryna clock the plate that's on my bumper Sizzle tell these niggas what the fuck you under Ever since I lost, half the streets been my father Get whatever I want, the cars on the prada Chains and gabbana Most of my niggas go through the same drama Shit never changes [?] still got papers, so fuck all you haters SN1, Otrizzy, the team We be the money makers Letter from an OG When it comes to paper Chop like a gater Lay [?] down, and think about it later Haha Yeah, yeah Oi Sizzle [?] was crazy Otizzy, bare fucking nice (Come on man) [?] you ain't fucking with us Want me to tell you what's fucking with us? They're lying man They look you in the face, and they're lying It's real Yo shoutout to my nigga Swift Yo shoutout [?] Joe Grind Joe Grind Grind it out there It's real (It's hot) My nigga Jones (Foss, [?]) On some international grind He takes some shit overseas It's fucking real man You ain't fucking with us You say you're on the grind? You ain't got no gear, you're lying Oi It's nothing man It's a bit of fucking boxer shorts £8, 2.15, 3 pound fucking 20 Get me? Oi it's done If you ain't wearing the fucking Grind gear You ain't got it If you ain't got it? You ain't fucking got it