 Yeah, I'm gonna fuck it up Yo, peace soldier, thought flop drops about blood clark time Big up all the leads man Big up all the DF man Big up all the up north man And tight boyski And tight Zen And tight the CPT man MWD man Yo Man I like P, the hardest bitter I was like yeah fam, I'm that nigger I've been caught since back in the day I saw them man there rush that trigger The man like P, your name's got bigger I was like fam, past that liquor If she were a nine, I still want liquor If I had a brick, I still want bricker More times to me, you know it with boyski More times to me with ace or pots More times to me, man they're eating wallers More times to me, man they're eating shots These man say they're the Grimton team But they're man dare to be talking rush It's peace soldier, I am the boss Had enough flashes, then they're lost You man of sales, sitting like Puki This guy got gassed up cause he knew me Tell the big man stop talking loosely I've been caught since back in the days Then man rushed to show them they nearly shot me Sat back sweating like they nearly got me Party and Z crop, they're trying to rock me Didn't do shit cause I backed it properly I went in strapped, sitting like Ramsay And I'm still here not one of them bang me Man I've been weed like Norman Manley Shut down Kani, and tight Zanzi Shut down London, and tight family These man feel say the bad but I know They come block like shank me And my girl must think she's sick cause she blank me Tell the girls shake me, none of them antics You'll get banged by one of my aunties I said you'll get banged by one of my aunties You man I'm moving, right go Man them I'm moving, parro See me on the road and I'm going on rags Man might see me, I'm going on bad or Man might see me with eight turrets Man might see me with reeks or potter Man might see me on road with jaw Man might see me with swith or boyski Except man think that the fly on road Until I ring B to a mans postcode Man might see me with Jimmy When I back out the back out the back out the thingy Stolen dingas, serving beans on trees Incliners, stashing work in the nash of ningers Shit's on top but we still have swingers What you know about stolen pens Rolling 20 man deep on the rags Don't run from bulls so we're battering feds You man I stress like chicks on a red light I be like fuck it, eat his food I walk in your mum's house going on rude Shoes and dangler young sibling off the roof Man I like P where you going I'm strange I'll slap up your dad, come on Trust me I'm not show round bath, I'll shoot Eat your kids a miss for the laugh And trust me I can't stop laughing We look the gun man I keep on clapping I was man I eager can't stop trapping I be like yo B nap him B nap him Man I like P you that are this bitter I be like yeah if I'm that nigger Then fuck off Fuck off We get it