Stinking piff can you tell a brudda roll dat
Like an old lady wid her shopping I'ma hold dat
Or like all the money that I'm gettin' I'ma fold that
All that little fee you rappers getting that's a throwback
Tell a oap twitter ain't where you get reply
I'ma catch him slippin' in the city or the seaside
Oh you tryna fake it till you make it tryna be fly
You don't get a spud or get a wagwan beeroy
Chatty for the net but it ain't really what it be like
I bet he regret it when I make a lil B line
Straight for the highway kids
You believe right
You can fly
Or you was gassed of ur team right
If you living at ur mums you gotta be quiet
An if ur 27 plus you gotta keep quiet
Bruddas ain't
What I'm on I'm in the lead right
Underrated but it's 50 for the fee right
I demonstrated that I'm in a different league right
She wan top me off then give me the feline
Before her whole bluclart jaw realign
A pussyboy that could not be a g of mine
A lot of man pretend to know me by the sea alie
Stop chasing the clout you gotta realise
You ain't got the bodyweight or the bmi
Big difference tween he an I
Stinking piff can you tell a brudda roll dat
Like an old lady wid her shopping I'ma hold dat
Or like all the money that I'm gettin' I'ma fold that
All that little fee you rappers getting that's a throwback
Tell a oap twitter ain't where you get reply
I'ma catch him slippin' in the city or the seaside
Oh you tryna fake it till you make it tryna be fly
You don't get a spud or get a wagwan beeroy
Bap
Elbow
Ongback
On back
Heard a one crack
Crunch crack
Spinal just snap
Ca ur dumb chat
Won you one slap
One of one rap
I'm the one dats
Don Dan
Ur dumb ur song whack
Dumb chins waggin' dumb traps
I'm back
They said Wizzy come back I said
No sweat ur whack ur not that
Talk nuff chat uno you won't scrap
Ur ain't in that club ain't part of that pack
That's fight club I ain't seen you on that mat
Run rap
Won it by laps
100gbs of fire in my macs
100 degrees of fire in my tracks
100 green zs of fire they white ash
I had to hunt down a silly don why what did he want
Did he dance wid the devil donny did he really front
Did he run off he silly gums tryna be the don
Did he dip do a runner anytime anytime he see me gone
He went puff up in smoke it was wizzy wid a wand
Did he really wave it like he bruddas wid that nigga ron
Think he jelly how I mad some money from the drilly song
I tell you what I want what I really really want
I want him dead
Shot on a premo fiddy one
Off wid his head
Kill em on a keep on hittin' one is what I said
Really it should be a pity one after he bled
But ain't really on forgiving ones let's go again
Deep that's the level of the dent
Concave
Now never yell again
You been messing wid me head
It's got perilous for a sec I was unanimously in agreement wid myself it was definitely end up left
Deep that's the level their stress
Beats flows levels are the best
Best
Greet wid benevolence be blessed
Or I'll meet them wid severance of flesh
And an elemental death this that force of the ocean this wave trough ain't even seen a crest una
All of my enemies are westerners
Cos I'm the best una certain man let jealousy ferment
All I see hella replicas
Dem man watch me an lament
Stinking piff can you tell a brudda roll dat
Like an old lady wid her shopping I'ma hold dat
Or like all the money that I'm gettin' I'ma fold that
All that little fee you rappers getting that's a throwback
Tell a oap twitter ain't where you get reply
I'ma catch him slippin' in the city or the seaside
Oh you tryna fake it till you make it tryna be fly
You don't get a spud or get a wagwan beeroy
