[Verse 1]
I swear, you shoulda seen her
She was getting busy in a Beema
In the trizzy with a skeeza
I made a mill off of Viva
AK-47 or the AK-S
When I see them Pakis, I'ma lay them to rest
Don't get caught up in this hail of bullets
So many shots, you woulda thought that I was made of bullets
They didn't want this lunn but they still took it
That beef's already done, I'm tryna overcook it
Back on the cocaine, cuzzy I just relapsed
Bullet through the brain or I'll take both their kneecaps
Big zombie knives when we hop up out the ride
He was six-foot-five, had to chop him down to size
Now we run blocks, I don't need to send a gunshot
I got ten YG's, they be stabbing up one opp

[Verse 2]
You could never bang it for free
Man, she did more trips than Addison Lee
Them days, we used to hang in the streets
Way before rap, I was slanging the beats
I got them nitties in the jail cells
Spice in the vape man, they're fucking up their brain cells
And you could never comprehend the pain felt
Trapped in this dunya, we still living the same hell
Cold nights, we used to trap in the rain
The CID's want me in shackles and chains
Just did a bid, now I'm back at it again
Sick of these cats, they all haggle the same
My brudda caught a body, he ain't getting bail
We don't fake tan like an Essex girl
Now my pockets getting swell
I was getting money from the first day I met this girl