| You should’ve been speedier |
| I’m from the G, but I’m pushin' the P, like Gunna |
| My two pinkies ain’t a Wunna |
| I’m more of a walker in summer, but let one of these yutes try get a come up |
| 'Fore the sun can rise, I’m risin' my gun up and somebody’s son’s gettin' done |
| up |
| The first and the runner up, skin’s gettin' bunin' up |
| Cock back the pocket rock, fling some copper shot |
| Suttin' ain’t right in my head, I can feel it |
| I can’t control what’s happenin', bro |
| Blacked out, next thing I know |
| Man’s backed out in Ladbroke, the cheffs and a pole |
| Blood on my knife, cheffed up a couple of guys |
| They know how I roll on roads |
| The real rock band, I was rollin' with stones |
| Dual sim, I don’t like rollin' with phones |
| What the fuck is the problem, pussy? I grab my shotty and go on a pushy, |
| push me (Push me) |
| See if I don’t blow off your head and turn you to cookie, pussy |
| Push me, today ain’t the day, I promise |
| You wanna get found in a forest, ain’t nothin' to empty my gun in a forehead |
| (Pussy) |
| What the fuck is the problem, pussy? I grab my shotty and go on a pushy, |
| push me (Push me) |
| See if I don’t blow off your head and turn you to cookie, pussy |
| Push me, today ain’t the day, I promise |
| You wanna get found in a forest, ain’t nothin' to empty my gun in a forehead |
| (Pussy) |
| Let me see one of them walkin', I’m choppin' it up, without talkin' instantly |
| When I start stabbin' up guys, don’t intervene, push my 15″ clean inside his |
| bean |
| Long magazine in the glee, man buy the beam |
| I don’t put lavender inside of my machine |
| Anyone that’s been slimed out, by the team |
| Ain’t got it back in blood, and that’s fine by me |
| It’s cool bro, you ain’t got to do nothin' more, we believe you |
| Everyone knows you’re a savage |
| Fling some sweetcorn, turn them cabbage |
| I heard that the shooter was Spanish |
| One phone call, I made somebody vanish |
| Bun out his chest, chalice (Brrr) |
| High in the sky, from the smoke, couldn’t manage |
| What the fuck is the problem, pussy? I grab my shotty and go on a pushy, |
| push me (Push me) |
| See if I don’t blow off your head and turn you to cookie, pussy |
| Push me, today ain’t the day, I promise |
| You wanna get found in a forest, ain’t nothin' to empty my gun in a forehead |
| (Pussy) |
| What the fuck is the problem, pussy? I grab my shotty and go on a pushy, |
| push me (Push me) |
| See if I don’t blow off your head and turn you to cookie, pussy |
| Push me, today ain’t the day, I promise |
| You wanna get found in a forest, ain’t nothin' to empty my gun in a forehead |
| (Pussy) |
| (AV) |
| (Gotcha) |