[Verse 1]
Nights in the T, man I'm bagging up
These other motherfuckers ain't bad enough
Jugging in the kitchen and I'm bagging dust
Flavours and the white, getting rid of grub
Maaveh on my back, man I'm on the run
I've got PC MACs so you're out of luck
I'm always bussing case, straight on it cuz
And I ain't fuck wit you if you ain't fuck with us
Trapping every night, this is bando living
Always got these nitties running straight from the kitchen
Loubs really drip like the yola that I'm whipping
Whole team eats, it just means we are winning
Bally on, that's where we did a mission
He had like a hundred in the kitchen
I walked in, thе full room was piffing
Took a couple grills, I left him with a pot to piss in
GBH or it's murder
My guy H, in it for a burnеr
And I'm insured by myself don
So don't worry about my health don
From K Town to London we've got it down
My trap still runs if I ain't around
Yass, that's my bro, yeah we've got it now
And I keep my Cartier on me if I'm rolling round
Started off with a couple pebs in my pocket
Now I'm pushing weight, I'm telling olders "Go and shot it"
My G's looking like they're always ready on the streets
Free the guys on the wing and make sure every akhi eats
Waking up, I've got nitties on my Lyca
Kicking out this big back ting cause I ain't like her
This jezzy knows my name but it's fine cause imma pipe her
All I need is this Cali and my grinder
[Hook]
I ain't got no time for no pagans
What beef have I got? Blud I'm waiting
In the kitchen I've got pots with some flake in
Up in the trap spot, I'm waking and baking
I ain't got no time for no pagans
What beef have I got? Blud I'm waiting
In the kitchen I've got pots with some flake in
Up in the trap spot, I'm waking and baking

[Verse 2]
You see me on the strip, you see me shining
AP watch on my wrist with the diamonds
Five slugs in the clip when I find him
From night to morn, man I'm grinding
You might get a hundred likes on Insta
But your gyal into me, that's what I'm into
That boy fake, he be running like a sprinter
Let him hold this cartridge, suttin like a printer
You see me on the block, it's no joke ting
This big .45, yeah it's holding
You see me on the strip smoking potent
Top shelf is how we're rolling
Raised in the streets, I'm the realest
Go ask my other brother cause he's seen this
If the rap don't work I'll still run round
These guys don't know about a buss down
[Hook]
I ain't got no time for no pagans
What beef have I got? Blud I'm waiting
In the kitchen I've got pots with some flake in
Up in the trap spot, I'm waking and baking
I ain't got no time for no pagans
What beef have I got? Blud I'm waiting
In the kitchen I've got pots with some flake in
Up in the trap spot, I'm waking and baking