I don’t wonna hear from the boys in blue I’m with the mandem Smoking up loud Got the road smelling like Tropical fruits My new girl things That I’m out with a next ting Like Bae how could you be so rude I don’t step with a wap Cah I’m too clumsy Knowing me I’ll make it sneeze like flue On the back roads filling up bis Edds I made him coff when he deaded my zoot On the strip till like 2pm Then it’s back studio Writing tunes Them man can’t talk on the gang Not ones have they ever try pressure my goons Canada goose won’t save him I back my blade Put the blade straight through I’m in Same tracksuit for liek 4 days I had to tell Clenaer whip that stain Last week I got me 100 revies And not ones did nittys complain If I roll to a Paigons party When he gets yard He’s like where is my chain I tried sell it But the boss man Was like sorry my friend it’s fake ImFed up of seeing them blue lights Feds must think gangs hitting a rave I’m hitting a lick Then hitting a chick Pull out cum all over her face Custard one Gerogours lips 10 10 when she giving me brain She thinks that I’m working a 9 to 5 But this 9 to 5 ain’t the same On the mway counting 20s n 10s Like bro slow down (Slow down slow down) Trying get me a M With my munchos Bally n gloves when I’m rolling out Told the driver put it in sport What a big mistake Let the gears fall out I got Infective surply On my case N it’s been like 3 days since that drip got drowned I could get round there in seconds Bro One sec lemme count 1-2- Naibours saying I’m noisy Anti social yute, so I think it’s the loud If she used to talk to the gang She can hold this shh While I’m out n about In the streets like a concrete jungle If I see me a opp then I’m getting him down I don’t wonna hear from the boys in blue I’m with the mandem Smoking up loud Got the road smelling like Tropical fruits My new girl things That I’m out with a next ting Like Bae how could you be so rude I don’t step with a wap Cah I’m too clumsy Knowing me I’ll make it sneeze like flue On the back roads filling up bis Edds I made him coff when he deaded my zoot On the strip till like 2pm Then it’s back studio Writing tunes Them man can’t talk on the gang Not ones have they ever try pressure my goons Canada goose won’t save him I back my blade Put the blade straight through