Check Dis - Youngs Teflon, K Trap, Monkey

The amount of money I’m gonna be making would hurt your parents' feelings

Remember the class where I taught you all how to make it rain?

Gang, gang, gang, gang

That’s what I’m gonna be doing every single night

67, drillers

Check this doe

Dem man don’t bang, DM man don’t trap

'Dey don’t make dough

Put money in poles

Dem man there just flex with hoes

Juggin', juggin' all I know

Doing drills or a show

Niggas know, niggas know

Man slap corn at your bro

Unruly

I was in school, no books, with the sharpest tooley

I don’t get around with foolies

When we come around we won’t even wanna take your jewellery

Dem man not scrappy, they’re Scooby

Microwave or the pot

Turn the soft into rock

.44 or dat dots

Put your face on a top

M10 when I lurk

One popper or on burst

Yola straight from the Turks

Got both we’re breaking down herbs

No order

Man misch and mash, like Trap man taking orders

'Ting came light like Smalls, can’t believe it’s not Flora

Got that '80s Harlem aura

In skengs we trust 'round 'ere don’t cross that border

And what’s the deal?

Heard dem whacked and it could be Skeng or it could be Skrill

Dem man like veg when beef’s getting cooked for real

All I need is carbs and flake when I cook that meal

Big clip on the side

You don’t know about waps

Long day doing trap

For: money, mum and dem waps

Up and down in dem flats

Trap money, get that

Four man, trench coat, make it rain with that MAC

Drive 'round and then walk

Make him dash like it’s sports

Watch him go for the wall

Crash it, humpty dumpty off the wall

Gang shit on estates

Gang shit on the stage

Big spinners or the gauge

Man done leaned on your estates

I’m from the Hill

We lurk for kills

We got shows, we got skengs, you know we trill

Still gripping on the heavy handgun with teeth

So you will get drilled

You know I will

Splash, splash for a opp boy, it’s like a lake in here

.22 wasn’t der, you best take a chair

Savages and we poled up with our jeans all flared

Run arff gang with the ten toes, dem man come like gears

See me lurking with Liquez

No face like I’m Reekz

Big machine with teeth

Fry a man, flee the scene

R6, ST, Itch will ching the place, watch him leak

But every day we stay working

Making sales for this P

You don’t wanna see the .44 in a four-door like my bro Dimz'

With knife get chinged

Get straight to the action, man don’t think

Might bring my darg in

Load it up, cock it back, then I go clart him

I do what I like, my attitude stinks, my diamond blings

Rolled on road

Three postcodes

17, Drive or Bricky, dem man know

Step with pole

Who wants smoke?

No face no case

6 unknown

Two bells in a gauge

Civilians, move out the way

Splash, splash, chest, back, don’t forget his face

Splash, splash, get cash, lay low, dodge jakes

Trap, trap for a better life

Trap hard 'til my feet ache

Two-door, three man, one wap, two shanks

Poled up so he’s getting whacked

Dark Knight with Peter Crouch

Upsuh making grands

This lifestyle’s fucking nice

Big bro whip in the kitchen

So I dished him the ice

Hopping out of the four-door

Two man and der’s two more

Niggas chatty, check the scoreboard

He’s been whacked already, and chinged before

Ching, ching then ching more

Don’t do a bop, we dash off

Fuck these opps they all poor

Don’t get no money, don’t get no gwop

Boom, boom with that dotty

Facetime with that shotty

Skid, skrr with the guys, really tryna catch a body

Dash when I see 'dem lights, cah they know I got somebody

Went jail three times, ain’t going back for nobody