[Intro: Lucii]
(I love Chris Rich)
(I love Chris Rich)
Ay, ay, ay
I'm a hothe-
[Chorus: Lucii]
I'm a hothead when I'm on this ped
I'm riding to leave man ghost
I've never been bucked live-O
But I still never run cos I'm way too slow
I'm a big belly Turk in the field
I'll grip on my steel and soak your throat
I move so many shanks on road
How could this blicky ever go broke?
I don't think you know
65 yanks for a kilo of crow
Big boy blades and menthol smoke
Clip full of mints to send out a blow
Shut down parties, we don't dance
If we're at a motive, we aim for the hoes
We shut down functions
And rip through coats (Ying)
[Verse 2: YA]
I'm filling the air with smoke
But I'm not getting this smoke from Roach
Catch man slipping then give him a poke
Then pray to the devil when I go home
Cruise slowly and watch them go
Back out my spinner and watch them blow
I'm psychotic, I need me a soul
So when we glide, no, we don't take phones
They say I'm tapped in the head
Young A6 got zero meds
They ride out, tryna leave us man red
We're riding, tryna leave them man dead
Shout Lucii when I need me a chetes
Or shout Ghostface when I need me a skeng
Cats shout me when they fiend for leng
I'm stuck in the T with Bob and Ben
Block 6 gang, that's violent men
But in the station, we're silent men
Fuck all the opps, put knives in them
I don't even know who's hyping them
They wanted beef so we're frying them
Waps and shanks, we're not fighting them
Up that stick, make them lie in benz
That's crying mums and crying friends
[Verse 3: Lucii]
I got Tizz in the field, he's wrecky
He might pull out your lung (Splash)
Or it might be a kidney
I don't think he cares what one (No, he don't)
MK soaked up Ahetho's dad
And he soaked his son
All of the mandem psycho
We can't be too close to a gun
What the fuck you mean about [?]?
We made your bredrin off his goose
I done stamped on Asamys's head, I left my Jordans looking Loubs
With 5 man up, you're 5 gangs up, you still ain't scored, that's truth
You're making me laugh, go ride for your dude
(Still on my strip, you know where it is
The only smoke you got is 6
No wonder why you don't skid
'Round here, we got waps
'Round here, you'll get bun
'Round here you don't come
Round here-
Come, come, come play my-)
Come play my game, no GTA, no Russian roulette
I'll put the wap to your wig and blow your brain right out of your head
Big Reece is sending but he lives in north, kway outta the ends
The only times you been round here is a music vid of your victim friends
Step correct and bro don't lack
I'm just like J, I'll fish out backs
You stay at home and do not leave my bro
No wonder why you sit back
(These gangs you link with won't save you when we back our burners
You could be 1 man up or a hundred man, it will still be curtains)
[Verse 4: TBunny]
I guess it's the bunny season
Step round there intentions to leave man bleeding
My heart gone cold, its more than freezing
Lucii love leave man leaking
Back out a dotty and shoot for limbs
Hope to send an opp boy for a swim
I'm a young demon, suttin like Dizz
You don't wanna know what's on
On my hip, it might be a .38 spin
I guess it has a .44 kick
Just hope I don't get nicked
Still dishing out ying and yang
Packs come fat like Po
All of the mandem are captains in our ends
My g's have them man pouring out Morgan
None of my paigons haunt me
But demons fuck with my conscience
Mandem smoke your friend on a constance
(Heard your boys touched me, that's nonsense
But I still left your guy unresponsive, like Mo Salah, great performance)
[Chorus: Lucii]
I'm a hothead when I'm on this ped
I'm riding to leave man ghost
I've never been bucked live-O
But I still never run cos I'm way too slow
I'm a big belly Turk in the field
I'll grip on my steel and soak your throat
I move so many shanks on road
How could this blicky ever go broke?
I don't think you know
65 yanks for a kilo of crow
Big boy blades and menthol smoke
Clip full of mints to send out a blow
Shut down parties, we don't dance
If we're at a motive, we aim for the hoes
We shut down functions
And rip through coats (Ying)
