4style - Krept, KONAN

Lead pop, tek rain on your whole squad

Headshot, get brain like a blowjob

This pound can’t fit in a phonebox

You’ll get your face lift, botox

No nose job, I’m a rebel star

One hand on the 4 like it’s twenty past

Clap, bang, put four in your belly dawg

Have your stomach out like you belly dance

If I’ve got four in the clip then

You’ll see four like a Citroen

Pinch them, when I pop the shots

You’ll see corn like these socks are off

Let my gun sound, ministry

Now your life’s at stake, not

Shooting like they ain’t seen me for long

They’re missing me

With the squad then we get in the hype cuz

Might get a bottle in your head in a nightclub

Burn clothes when the weapon dem rise up

Smurf knows what a tek in the bike does

bader, probably out on a move

on the strip, rising the dough

Trips in the whip, riding with Konez

Scat’s in another car, Femz in the back

Young Darkz in the passenger, bounce with the strap

I ain’t talking about when it slaps

They could’ve been when the toy lifts

I wouldn’t wanna be man like the

, too many G’s to mention