[Intro]
M1OnTheBeat
Yeah
LinkUp TV, Behind Barz
Gaza

[Verse 1]
She don't want one man from Woody
She said that she's on to man, so I called up gang
Whether to handle when it's two man
She just wanna run through gang
We're just trying to run through bands
And we got some next yutes running, it's funny cah we ain't even on to man
If I take that out of my manbag, I'll have you doing one-two skanks
This grub that I've gone through is mad, I even sold it to one-two fans
Yeah, it's hot but it ain't too bad
I know what's hot, it ain't you man
Don't even know why I'm mentioning you, I don't rate you man
Got bail, didn't go jail, and my girl was way too glad
I don't need no new friends cah I ain't tryna shake no hands
Feds will take it to any extent, so they can put a case on man
I got eyes all over the hood, but I still gotta watch my back
And mans putting in orders now that's contraband
What do you want, I've got lots of grams
I smoke Gelato, I don't pop xans, that's not for man
On top of that, my solider said he lost my pack
Now he's giving me ten stories like a block of flats
I was like "what's all dat?"
Everyone still on to man
Tell me what do you want from man
Gaza

Get rid of grub instantly, I got marketing skills
What's in my palm is real, and that's a palm with steel
You can hold corn in the morning, saying that mans in the field
Everyone's bad till it's actually real, don't think that I won't, cause I actually will
How many rappers actually drill
Us man go jail for conspiracy, them man go for cash in the till
What kind of man is that, that is a man that squeals
I hid a wap in Kent, so I'm a man of steel
Hugo Boss, everything down to my boxers tryna get a fashion deal

Us man pull up in vans and crash
Make them man pull up their pants and dash
Talk about facts
If you've never banged off nothing, you can't talk about waps
Ain't prestige, I talk to my fans
Feds was all on man, I flew out, had my feet all in the sand
How you gonna quit your drug habit, about talking to Frank
Fuck that shit, start talking to man
If it's long range, I won't aim from far
I pull strings, I ain't playing guitars
You can catch me on the A13, you know I swerve lanes so fast
I might just try and do it like S13, try push it in a paigons heart
Gaza settings, Gaza drillers, Gaza fingers on Gaza triggers
You trip up and then get dipped up
You know that's defo a Gaza chinging
Go check the scoreboard B, you know that Gaza's winning
Us man really score points and smile
Gaza's grinning, everything Gaza, we don't want Gaza women