[Producer Tags]
Kico!
Yo S, you Finessed this one you know!

[Verse 1 - JJ Esko]
Busy on my own or get busy with the gang
Go ask about J, I'll put a nitty on the band
When feds stopped the car I had a flicky in my hand
Trying to press up a star but he seen me and he ran
Came back with a bang
And made that with the gang
Made a promise to myself I won't go back when I land
Throwbacks from the can
Got me feeling like the man
You can hold laps with the gang
Cah we go ham for the bang
In the same ends with the same friends
If it don't make money then it don't make sense
And I've always got it on me cah I fucking hate them
Done a mazza up in O, and that was in AM
You ain't ever met a yacked boy something like me
I was there in the flat boy, wigging man's bean
ID parade but they recognise me
Got banged up in jail for another crime scene

[Hook - Jay Milli]
Man I only fuck with bad B's, lighties
You've never met a trap boy like me
I get trappy in my Tino's, 90's
The bricks something like me, looking shiny
Man I only fuck with bad B's, lighties
You've never met a trap boy like me
I get trappy in my Tino's, 90's
The bricks something like me, looking shiny
[Verse 2 - JJ Esko]
Still ride on the other side with a .45
When my brudda came home I was screaming "More Life"
But I was in and out of Block, I was getting more time
I was running for the guap, would've seen your door fly
Sore eyes got me feeling all mad
I had no life I was sitting in my pad
And back in 09 I had a dotty in the bag
You can watch your door fly if you're fucking with the gang
I'm just trying to do my ting
I'm just trying to get it in
Remember days in the bin
We're just trying to fucking win
Every day of my life wrapping food in the cling
Fam I used to hate life, now I'm the man with the ting
Trap man, yack man
Yeah I slap man
When I grab man I jump out and let it bang bang
Got bros in the can and they're still gang gang
Used to fight on the strip like my name was Van Damme

[Hook - Jay Milli]
Man I only fuck with bad B's, lighties
You've never met a trap boy like me
I get trappy in my Tino's, 90's
The bricks something like me, looking shiny
Man I only fuck with bad B's, lighties
You've never met a trap boy like me
I get trappy in my Tino's, 90's
The bricks something like me, looking shiny
[Outro - Jay Milli]
Man I get the food gone, man I've gotta do it proper
You're fucking with a real one, you're fucking with a shotta
Remember when these tings man they never used to holla
Now I've got them in the rave and they're screaming "Free Gwalla!"
Gwalla yeah
Free Gwalla, Gwalla yeah
And free Gwalla, Gwalla
They never used to holla now they're screaming "Free Gwalla!"
Yeah free Gwalla, Gwalla
Yeah