Chills
Sprayground
He don't want the smoke
And if he does want the smoke
Lil boy he might just choke (cough)
This bitch just asked me to kiss
But my dick in her throat so
I had to said no
You already know we run with the Glocks
We run with the sticks
We ride with the poles
Sword by my hip
And a bitch on my dick
Just know we ain't letting shit go
Real g shit can cuff no bitch can't cuff no hoe
Im sat here im wiping my nose (slatt)

(charlie comes in at 0:47)
(hop in at 1:13)

You already know we always in town
Just spotted a opp
Now im taking dat crown
I back out my sword im
Ducking him down
Son not coming home
His mom got a frown
Can't put my trust in no bitch
Im rich as shit
I got a lot to live
I got a lot to lose
Someone got killed
Nah we don't give no clues
(charlie comes in at 1:27)
(i come in at 1:56)

You ain't ever been all blacked out
Mask on face in the back of a range
Tryna get out the estate
Feds on my back
Just like a game of chase
Fucked a lil hoe then kicked out my place
You ain't gon do shit you ain't gon do nun
Ain't cuffin no bitch but my hands on her bum
She think we official she just told her mum
Had to explain that we just fuck for fun
We do not run
We do not dash
We just splash that cash
We coming in fast
250 on dash
Ain't on shit
No names on his sword
Lil bro he just bored
If he carries on chatting
If he carries on lying
His blood might have to get poured
I pull up doing some shit you ain't ever seen before