[Hook - Caps]
I grew up round maal shottas, what you think that made me?
Whipping up grub just like the eighties
See blue lights and we suck the chase G
Pull up on your block, blacked out Mercedes
Got the xabad, now them bruddas wanna scheme on me
I'm overseas, Dolce jeans, twenty G's on me
Girls like my codeine, they wanna lean on me
Shooter's got the pistol tucked, don't cause a scene homie

[Verse 1 - Caps]
Don't cause a scene, you seen what the gang's on
On the net but last time I checked they're getting blammed on
Five white Z's, grab the Rex, it's getting yanked on
Gave my cat a spoon to test, she said "It's bang on"
I don't phone for nothing less than a kilo
Told my runner "Pay me on Friday", I'm like Deebo
Remember seeing my olders pull up in a new Evo
Now I turn my block into a Need For Speed show
My bitch got a body like she caught a M charge
Don't ask where I've been, I've been in the ends darg
Ten bags this week, still keep your two pence darg
Know you're getting splinters if you're sitting on the fence darg
On my block selling pebs G, tryna make ends meet
Send my guy up north, grab some .410 sweets
Bells come deadly, put a hole in your renny
My Amiri jeans tight so I get neck in a Tech Fleece
[Hook - Caps]
I grew up round maal shottas, what you think that made me?
Whipping up grub just like the eighties
See blue lights and we suck the chase G
Pull up on your block, blacked out Mercedes
Got the xabad, now them bruddas wanna scheme on me
I'm overseas, Dolce jeans, twenty G's on me
Girls like my codeine, they wanna lean on me
Shooter's got the pistol tucked, don't cause a scene homie

[Verse 2 - Enzo]
Roll a nizzy up, going uptown, don't cause a scene
Rocking with the shottas, chilling in that fleece
Running bands in my sleep, they're telling me "It's meant to be"
In the trap I look lavish, I'm stepping out in Burberry
Keep it real, still doing deals all year
No fiction, baby this is not like theirs
Cali smoking but we blow it in the air
Kept it G with me, that's why you're rare
I'm sipping on lean, it got me feeling lazy
I'm feeling faded, rolling up in a Mercedes
Trap house booming, run it up just like the eighties
And I won't lie you been on my mind lately
Maal came from Pakistan, yeah
Free my darg, he's in for selling hard grub
With the trappers, told my mum I'll be a star
Bro spill, I found light in the dark
[Hook - Caps]
I grew up round maal shottas, what you think that made me?
Whipping up grub just like the eighties
See blue lights and we suck the chase G
Pull up on your block, blacked out Mercedes
Got the xabad, now them bruddas wanna scheme on me
I'm overseas, Dolce jeans, twenty G's on me
Girls like my codeine, they wanna lean on me
Shooter's got the pistol tucked, don't cause a scene homie