I'm Rar Hard - Safone

Yo, I put the wizzle in the pan

I’ll point the whistle at your man

I’m sitting thinking of a plan

True say they’ve got my niggas in the can

I’ll have you kipping with your nan

You’ll have me sitting in the stand

They don’t understand

I’m feeling lonely family, they don’t understand

I’ll put the ountsam in the bag

I mix the haze in with the fag

Remember days being on tag

Bang a gyal and send her back home in a cab

I’ll make you walk the plank

Bang, have you ducking like the Shmoney Dance

I’m talking you and all your camp

Fully shooting while I’m moving like a tank

Mix it into pebs, I had it bumping like a cunch line

I don’t know about a runner, bitch I’m talking frontline

Grub cranked outside

Sitting with a one nine

Kitties all queuing up, okay it’s lunchtime

I know it’s hot but I’ma lick it out the car though

Your girl’s got you boxed up licking out her arsehole

You know the vibes, cheese, onion and tomato

And when I hit the M-Way it’s like a car show

Yeah you know it’s big Saf, met you already

Fam I’m walking through the smoke like it’s 420

I don’t wanna hear no gym niggas talk heavy

The last three man I flaked out were all henny

So make a call, get the corn ready

I don’t know who shot me but I know it’s all messy

True say they’ve got my niggas in the can

I’ll have you kipping with your nan

You’ll have me sitting in the stand