[Intro - Monkey]

Need some weed in my system
Weed in my system

[Hook - Monkey]
Yo, fifty K or plus or more, coulda bought us a fuck off yard in Ghana
I ain't a ganja farmer, I get smokey I rise that llama
Don't believe in karma, take man's tings, I ain't runnin' back nada
Two L's tryna catch man slippin', dip him
Make man cheat on his barber

Free bro out the can, he got a case soon I just hope he beat it, beat it
Rusty shells, man Mr Sheen it, yo
Step opp block and leave them grieving
Spin-ting spins like a washing machine when I'm outside creeping

[Verse 1 - Dimzy]
Aigh! The war is still on G, who told you it stopped, G
Just went and got a new dots, G
Slide in two, then we're rolling out
One more on mе so I got, three
I'm really outside, really making P's
I'm in Asda looking for a vеgan cheese
I'm in OT, talking about 100 sweets and brand new machines for the beef
He was tweaking, we left him leaking, how the fuck is he speaking?
He shouldn't be breathing, shaved my man so bad
Civilians and neighbours were screaming out 'Leave him!'
No speaking, no tweaking, he got done up, no time for the griefing
He got done up and nobody speakin', even though my man screaming

Preed my man on Snap all day, then he got shot down by the late cold evening, evening
Charged 'cause I just saw my darling's cleavage
Nails all done, and her white toes gleaming
Hair's on fleek, see her shining, sheening
Got a wap, would like if it's beaming
Mixtape out right now, go stream it

[Hook - Monkey]
Yo, fifty K or plus or more, coulda bought us a fuck off yard in Ghana
I ain't a ganja farmer, I get smokey I rise that llama
Don't believe in karma, take man's tings, I ain't runnin' back nada
Two L's tryna catch man slippin', dip him
Make man cheat on his barber

Free bro out the can, he got a case soon I just hope he beat it, beat it
Rusty shells, man Mr Sheen it, yo
Step opp block and leave them grieving
Spin-ting spins like a washing machine when I'm outside creeping

[Verse 2 - Monkey]
I ain't a crip, but I roll with my 60's
Looking for dogs, I ain't tryna hit pitneys
But they can hold it too if the ting gets frisky
In and out of the can, free my young boy Riskey
Lick shots on the block if they're out getting lippy
We bought these waps, before we were drippy (drippy)
Still got PTSD from when I got raided
That's why this Cali and Yak keep me faded
Paro as fuck, I had pounds in the basement (basement)
Lost waps, had to get some replacements
You know the gang-gang armed and dangerous
Had a shotgun there, it was ancient
Money affi make, push food on the pavement

I need winding windows
Hop out the ride I know my man's involved
Spill juice like Vimto
Catch us an opp you might hear us scream 'Bingo'
Yo, I had writers block so I had to get busy
You know me, I'm in love with Lizzy
But I'll turn up on your block and leave it litty

[Hook - Monkey]
Yo, fifty K or plus or more, coulda bought us a fuck off yard in Ghana
I ain't a ganja farmer, I get smokey I rise that llama
Don't believe in karma, take man's tings, I ain't runnin' back nada
Two L's tryna catch man slippin', dip him
Make man cheat on his barber

Free bro out the can, he got a case soon I just hope he beat it, beat it
Rusty shells, man Mr Sheen it, yo
Step opp block and leave them grieving
Spin-ting spins like a washing machine when I'm outside creeping