Boris
Madting, aye
Baow, stop that
(Ayy, JD lemme hear that back)
Bro's on a madness
How is he walkin' the street with his sawn-off? (How)
Whole gang's up in the field
Like a substitute, man really got called off (call off)
Niggas wanna take it there, not wise
Come like Jason, flesh get tore off (ching him)
Just got started, how did I fall off?
Back to the bando if my guy ever falls off
Drillers on London streets, got the dot four-four
Brick phone, plus four-four (fours)
Bare man talkin' wass, I wanna know if they scored
Never used a wap before (stop that)
It's a bit mad if things get sticky
If he ain't got it, he'll back out his flicky (back it)
Feds love pree me, that's why it ain't with me
One call, leave the scene red like Trippie
From the south of London, we're from the trench
Streets look like a dungeon (slums)
Bro's in the bando whippin', burner by his side, no Bunsen (whip it up)
Late night I see crack fiends, Lewisham, Catford
Cats injectin', pure consumption (madting)
Don't know what they see in me, but they love to approach man for a discussion (Why?)
They don't know 'bout struggle
Man had to fill up on that Quaker porridge (truss me)
I'm rubbin' that bunda with Johnson's
Bro's tryna split a man's wig like Boris (baow)
Split a man's wig like Trump, pump
Coppin' new bells, need .12 gauge (baow)
Party in the ends, don't know who the fuck called them (mosh, mosh)
All that I'm seein' is bare jakes (who's snitchin')
Tryna make p's and m's but I gotta wave goodbye to Bo-Jo
She might look nice on Insta'
Can't pick wifeys based off photos
She got more follows than dough?
Might DM for promo
Pick up a Benz, smoke in a Merc, Lone Wolff, like Toto
Pretenders, ah
Man's onna wave like fenders, ah
These man cap in their bars, they're actors, man shoulda been in Eastenders, ah
Manna got bars on bars on bars on bars, on too many benders, ah
Man don't care 'bout males or females, it's money agendas (males or females)
Make man run from the job like Boris
Where's Lizzy? Both pockets
Get sturdy, then drop it
Full circle, Tick tockin'
No drip, just rockets
Man, let off the pen then cock it
Sick form, no college
She gave me brain now I got good knowledge, knowledge
Don't chase nyash
Nyash comes free with cash
All these MCs move like sheep and you call them goats?
Can't lie that's mad
Manna get goals from the left to the right like Sancho, 'tony, Rash
She wanna see all the girls, that iPhone, but she can't have my phone on tap
Can't have my phone on tap (hah)
This sim is PGP, you can't call me back
I don't go to the club to grab me a whine
I'm dishin' my number, I'm givin' out crack
(Oi, say-, do this, do this, do, "No Face, No Case")
("No Face, No Case")
(My fucking brudda, haha)
My bae wanna go on dates
I'm out in the bando, I'm trappin' 'til late
I got four in the rex just spinnin'
Pass me the soda I'ma bake me a cake
Back then I used to ride me a Boris
Now I'm in a Mazda, whippin' that waze
I got flashed by the speedin' cameras
Now I gotta expect a fine to pay (pay, pay, pay, pay, pay)
So I grab me a fullz and buss it
Holder gets mad, I'm not givin' out nothing
Shades on my eyes, I'm the blind man bluffin'
Whipped up a Z, it looked shape like a muffin
Back out the whoosh, I see all of them runnin'
Back out the whoosh, I see all of them cuttin'
Baow, stop that
(Ayy, JD lemme hear that back)
Bro's on a madness
How is he walkin' the street with his sawn-off? (How)
Whole gang's up in the field
Like a substitute, man really got called off (call off)
Niggas wanna take it there, not wise
Come like Jason, flesh get tore off (ching him)
Just got started, how did I fall off?
Back to the bando if my guy ever falls off
Drillers on London streets, got the dot four-four
Brick phone, plus four-four (fours)
Bare man talkin' wass, I wanna know if they scored
Never used a wap before (stop that)
It's a bit mad if things get sticky
If he ain't got it, he'll back out his flicky (back it)
Feds love pree me, that's why it ain't with me
One call, leave the scene red like Trippie
From the south of London, we're from the trench
Streets look like a dungeon (slums)
Bro's in the bando whippin', burner by his side, no Bunsen (whip it up)
Late night I see crack fiends, Lewisham, Catford
Cats injectin', pure consumption (madting)
Don't know what they see in me, but they love to approach man for a discussion (Why?)
They don't know 'bout struggle
Man had to fill up on that Quaker porridge (truss me)
I'm rubbin' that bunda with Johnson's
Bro's tryna split a man's wig like Boris (baow)
Split a man's wig like Trump, pump
Coppin' new bells, need .12 gauge (baow)
Party in the ends, don't know who the fuck called them (mosh, mosh)
All that I'm seein' is bare jakes (who's snitchin')
Tryna make p's and m's but I gotta wave goodbye to Bo-Jo
She might look nice on Insta'
Can't pick wifeys based off photos
She got more follows than dough?
Might DM for promo
Pick up a Benz, smoke in a Merc, Lone Wolff, like Toto
Pretenders, ah
Man's onna wave like fenders, ah
These man cap in their bars, they're actors, man shoulda been in Eastenders, ah
Manna got bars on bars on bars on bars, on too many benders, ah
Man don't care 'bout males or females, it's money agendas (males or females)
Make man run from the job like Boris
Where's Lizzy? Both pockets
Get sturdy, then drop it
Full circle, Tick tockin'
No drip, just rockets
Man, let off the pen then cock it
Sick form, no college
She gave me brain now I got good knowledge, knowledge
Don't chase nyash
Nyash comes free with cash
All these MCs move like sheep and you call them goats?
Can't lie that's mad
Manna get goals from the left to the right like Sancho, 'tony, Rash
She wanna see all the girls, that iPhone, but she can't have my phone on tap
Can't have my phone on tap (hah)
This sim is PGP, you can't call me back
I don't go to the club to grab me a whine
I'm dishin' my number, I'm givin' out crack
(Oi, say-, do this, do this, do, "No Face, No Case")
("No Face, No Case")
(My fucking brudda, haha)
My bae wanna go on dates
I'm out in the bando, I'm trappin' 'til late
I got four in the rex just spinnin'
Pass me the soda I'ma bake me a cake
Back then I used to ride me a Boris
Now I'm in a Mazda, whippin' that waze
I got flashed by the speedin' cameras
Now I gotta expect a fine to pay (pay, pay, pay, pay, pay)
So I grab me a fullz and buss it
Holder gets mad, I'm not givin' out nothing
Shades on my eyes, I'm the blind man bluffin'
Whipped up a Z, it looked shape like a muffin
Back out the whoosh, I see all of them runnin'
Back out the whoosh, I see all of them cuttin'
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Writer(s): Jordon Davis
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