P Money
R U MAD?
[Chorus]
You don’t wanna send for us, are you crazy?
Nah, you don’t wanna send for us, are you mad?
You see a twenty-two thing, think it’s wavy (Mad)
And now it’s gettin’ on top of your gang

[Verse 1]
They’re like, “Who’s that kid in the Beatles t-shirt hittin’ like a young John Lennon?”
See the new ting that I’ve got’s got a back so fat, it looks like she wanna rip that denim
That, that, that denim
Man are pure grease like oil in Yemen
And I got the ravers shoutin’, “Bo Bo, my selecta,” but I’m not Keith Lemon
Yeah, the German whip goes skrrt but the lights go xenon
And she told me, “You’rе gonna lose that belt like Dеontay and spray like ICL 7”
That’s ten outta ten on crazy thoughts around half-eleven
Feel like I got a devil on my shoulder like Hardy in Venom

[Verse 2]
Look, man keep sayin’ my name but I don’t know them
Spin a man, turn into Hulk Hogan
I don’t really care who wants to get some (Wanna have a go then? Have a go then)
The big artillery when I open
Can’t get rid of me, instead they’re hopin’
Couple of Mini-Me’s tryin’ to mimic me
With no ability, man’ll show them
Got Az in the whip, man, and man ah rollin’
Inbox full with the gyally hopin’
But I’m out here and I go in
And it’s only Cali weed that I’m smokin’
Roll that zute and have a toke then
Yeah, the flavour’s peng
Bun up the zute with the ravers then
I’m out the door and back to the ends

[Chorus]
Yeah, you don’t wanna send for us, are you crazy?
Nah, you don’t wanna send for us, are you mad?
You see a twenty-two thing, think it’s wavy
And now it’s gettin’ on top of your gang, yeah
You don’t wanna send for us, are you crazy?
Nah, you don’t wanna send for us, are you mad?
You see a twenty-two thing, think it’s wavy
And now you might end up gettin’ banged, yeah
[Verse 3]
Walked in the booth like, “Yo, I need about thirty seconds” (Hmm)
I’m handy with the weapon (Trust)
Do not make me feel threatened
I go into animal mode (Beast)
If a fed put his hands on me
Then I’m layin’ out laws on the radio
He’ll be describin’ King from Tekken
Pain is the essence
Take who for a peasant? (Nah)
Teach man a lesson (Mad)
Christmas Day, you will feel my presence
Have you like, “Wait one second
Do you really wanna do this?” (Please)
Press that wap in your nose like, “Big man, what do you reckon?” (Haha)
I came from poverty, I came from Ghetto V Peckham (Gang)
I see man fall for the brown ting before you saw Harry and Meghan
I will Smith & Wess’ you, trust me, I a am legend (Woo)
Got a brand new yard and a Posh Spice
Now I’m tryna bend it like Beckham (Good Lord)
If I have to call my bredrens (Man), it’s long for all your bredrens (Trust)
I spare no one when I’m spendin’
Careful who you’re defendin’
‘Cause I don’t care who’s sendin’ (Nah)
It’s all Game of Thrones until I completely f**k up the endin’ (Mad)
[Chorus]
You don’t wanna send for us, are you crazy?
Nah, you don’t wanna send for us, are you mad?
You see a twenty-two thing, think it’s wavy
And now it’s gettin’ on top of your gang

[Verse 4]
Uh, look, yeah, uh
She don’t wanna send for darg, are you buzzin’?
You ain’t got bars, you ain’t got flows, you ain’t got nothin’ (You ain’t got sh*t)
I ain’t gonna write ‘bout, “No, it ain’t like that,” you were gettin’ tucked in (Blow)
I’m Ibiza, I’m in amnesia, I slip through customs
Uh, buzzin’, rushin’, fast like Lambo (Uh-uh)
I don’t want dramas, I ain’t no younger, I ain’t got a Rambo
I ain’t no shooter but I got a booster size of Kango
Rise it, bark it, park it, barfin’, bleach in garlic

[Verse 5]
Look what you started
Held the headshot, no open casket (Blaow, blaow)
See that ting there, mask it
No cooperation, it’s best you just calm it
Calm it, let me just mention
Yeah, bad man for girls but not in this section
More like witness protection
If we take it old school and teach man a lesson (Man like that)
You saw man is gettin’ on top and
You were owed one not on a mantle
All that crud and you ain’t on stuff
That man there, man’ll get found out like
Carry on, now make me go crazy
Let me hear that out of your mouth (Uh)
Keep that up and p*ss man off (Uh)
And you and your dons gonna get found out like move

[Chorus]
You don’t wanna send for us, are you crazy?
Nah, you don’t wanna send for us, are you mad?
You see a twenty-two thing, think it’s wavy
And now it’s gettin’ on top of your gang, yeah
You don’t wanna send for us, are you crazy?
Nah, you don’t wanna send for us, are you mad?
You see a twenty-two thing, think it’s wavy
And now you might end up gettin’ banged, yeah