What's the story boys what, there's this moth, she goes out with a redhot
Lethal ring, titts and hips the bleedin' lot, and to be honest I wouldn't mind giving her a shot
But here's the thing, i'm not a redhot, i'm a run around living off 25 spots
Always getting sent by the boys to the shops..
Here Alex get us banshees and a few lollipops!
But fuck it, I know this moth is gangster gee and what would she be doing with a muppet like me, ain't no bleeding scorcher i'm nowhere near a g but fuck it boys the hole on her i'm gonna have to see
This is it now, I think she's the one, i'm head over heels cause I heard she smokes a tonne
And fuck your man Casper so what he has a gun, I've king sized skins, and I'll smoke him up for fun
It seems she's only with him because he gives her cash, he must be bigtime with the amount of money he has to splash, but if she was with me i'd always have her mashed
We could drink stonehouse and slaughter pinners of hash!
But no, she'd rather be smoking trees, taking d, getting on her knees for a g instead of me
What a harsh reality, for your average wannabe, now listen to billy..
She's gangster gee!

She goes out with a redhot x2


Whats the story boys what, names Casper Walsh pal i'm a redhot, known for selling rock around the flats and on the block, say a word about me moth, and i'll have ye fucking shot
Me birds alright she rolls a quality joint, keeps me shooter down her bra and me ounces in her tights, never dropping her knickers when there's a bit of coke in sight, cause when there's party's at night, she brings her own bag of white
Eight criminal charges forever getting caught, robbing post offices with machete's in me socks
If your asking about drugs you better speak in vague accounts, bottle of water for a quarter and an oscar for an ounce
Don't be talking about feds because i'm paro off me head, smoking crack out in me shed, loading all me Glocks with lead, and bashin' cats until their dead
Cause i'm a ruthless cunt, bagging sacks and doing whacks as well as smoking blunts
Even blew a coppers head off and then hid for months, I was locked up once
You can tell i'm fucking scorching by the sight of me vest, hatchet wounds in me head
And bullet holes in me chest, don't be looking at me bird pal don't put me to the test
Cause if I catch you staring at her you'll be taking your last breath!
She's my bitch, she's my property, rolls my joints, they are quality
Play this game, like it's monopoly, I have connections, Colombia to Offaly
I won't say hello to ye on the street, even if I know you years there's nothing sacred to me
Cause i'm a lethal fighter it means i'm practically famous
So fuck you and you're greeting you're looking at the hash king..
She smokes amber leaf x2
AMBER LEAF