[Intro: PS]
Get back bitch
Get back gang
Gotcha
HitSquad
HitSquad baby
Shout my 2's
Dududu

[Verse 1: PS]
Like (P)
Suttin like Calboy
All these n***as envy me (for real)
Tryna score points like Curry, hurry
Shoot, I'm the real MVP
6 in the spinner my n***a, I feel like a cowboy you know this deadly
Call up my mate, I wanna fat eighth
You know I ain't talkin' about Henny us (us man)
We make the skengs them buss (HitSquad)
Been so active, been on badness, been puttin' shanks in guts (ching)
N***as see me and the gang then duck (duck)
Goose still get them man there touched
Bruce under my shank stays tucked
Bruce whip up and cut 'caine up (in the goodie with some real trap n***as)

[Chorus: PS]
Yeah I lacked innit
They just want clout cah I rap, innit
That's why them man came round snappin' it, innit
Me I just came round slappin' it (pussyholes)
Didn't even know he was shootin'
L-O-L, that n***a was tapped, innit (tapped)
Thought he was Mr. Incredible's son, run
I make a man dash, innit
[Verse 2: PS]
Trapped in the trap we're trapped in it, innit
Bro just threw some more bash in it (whip dat)
Said I'm making rocks, just like my friends, the flake got locked (free my n***as)
I popped a flavours pot
Baby I need a favour warp
I need the trainer locked
Laces, you better lace it up (you better)

[Chorus: PS]
Yeah I lacked innit
They just want clout cah I rap, innit
That's why them man came round snappin' it, innit
Me I just came round slappin' it (pussyholes)
Didn't even know he was shootin'
L-O-L, that n***a was tapped, innit (tapped)
Thought he was Mr. Incredible's son, run
I make a man dash, innit

[Verse 3: Trizzac]
(Trizzla)
2 of the 2's to the hammer
I guess you could call that a force
Swing that shank till my palm get sore, or
Grab the mop like a chore (I'm gonna take it)
You wanna beef me are you Geordie
Nah real talk's, are you Shore (really?)
I'm in O can't sleep or snore
TT can't do 3 for a score (I won't)
I'll slap 3 at these opps
Hand ting not no rusty dots (Bow bow)
Mad ting if this spin ting pops (Bow bow)
Grab it if I run this pops (I'm gonna take it)
And, free DSqueezo (free him up)
He loves sticks but not like chops
Jail, I'm known for tuning socks
Summer three of 'em got put in the box (three of 'em)
I hope this flip don't flop
I'm tryna stain me a thousand rocks (I'm tryna rob it)
With my kitchen knife it's late at night
Right now I feel like Fox (I don't lack)
The blade goes to my knees
But the handle reaches my top (it's long!)
I'm in the back I've just seen cops
Please, God don't let them clock (my head's down)
I swear my opps are a mess
I'm still on their block, they know my address (they're some jokers)
I got myself a sweet lightie
Its a shame I have to go West (that's a sweet one)
Gang be smoking on opps
It's nothing to do with stress (they're all dead)
I would call this one a checkmate
Like have you ever played chess (aah)
[Chorus: PS]
Yeah I lacked innit
They just want clout cah I rap, innit
That's why them man came round snappin' it, innit
Me I just came round slappin' it (pussyholes)
Didn't even know he was shootin'
L-O-L, that n***a was tapped, innit (tapped)
Thought he was Mr. Incredible's son, run
I make a man dash, innit
Yeah I lacked innit
They just want clout cah I rap, innit
That's why them man came round snappin' it, innit
Me I just came round slappin' it (pussyholes)
Didn't even know he was shootin'
L-O-L, that n***a was tapped, innit (tapped)
Thought he was Mr. Incredible's son, run
I make a man dash, innit

[Outro: PS]
Yeah I lacked innit
That's why them man came round snappin' it, innit
Me I just came round slappin' it
Lol, that n***a was tapped, innit
Thought he was Mr. Incredible's son, run
I make a man Dash, innit