Текст песни WDYM - A!M , Skengdo , Jay Slapit

Sebzbeats, baby
Scratch on the beat
Ah, MoneyEvery's making beats everyday
We might just blow on the music
But we might just smoke them neeks
Still do road in my Nike Air Max
Big dot dot if a boy want chat
Ice on my T like Lipton
See the pack come way too risky

What on earth do you mean?
Aydee, he already got splashed
Oboy is a fucking neek (fuckin' neek)
The fucking cheek (cheek)
I ain't ever seen don in the field
But he wan' talk about me (chatty)
I heard it was you in the cab
Bussin' red lights like twice in a week
Anything green get what?
Leave that to the Tottenham G's
Sick and tired of the foolishness
Like why they keep runnin' from me? (why?)
Baghdad (Baghdad)
You ain't gang, can't come 'round me
But I'm open to make this money
Wanna make bands? Come fuck with me
We might just blow in the music
But we might just smoke them neeks (baow)
The life that we live is risky
The Five-O wanna handle me
See me 6 feet under
Or behind them bars, it's peak
You would think I'm Not3s with my lover
But my lover puts man to sleep
Shit then, fuck this, splash
Fuck this shit then splash your g's
I'm 410 crashers bro
F block, or FB, 4T (Gang)
Came with the most darg
But you never did come for me (never)
Your shit didn't bang
We came round with the big botty

Feds chase, could of lost a new wap
But I know better than that
Late nights just doin' up crash
I really don't give a toss if you lack
Either way, ain't me gettin' stabbed
Still do road in my Nike Air Max
Big dot dot if a boy want chat
Or the .32 spins, take off man's hat (ayy)
Feds chase, could of lost a new wap
But I know better than that
Late nights just doin' up crash
I really don't give a toss if you lack
Either way, ain't me gettin' stabbed
Still do road in my Nike Air Max
Big dot dot if a boy want chat
Talk about bootings, who have you shot?
Just got hold of a pretty new dots (uh)
That's plenty corn for them opps
Their block protected by cops
Still get 'round broad day, no toss (uh-uh)
Who got smoked in Prince and who got cheffed at twins?
Let me not talk 'bout tints
Like how many been smashed in?
Your olders hide in whips
Runnin' red lights, where's all them sticks?
Cucu, what?
Ayy, Loose done ran with his bitch
Pressed off three but nothin' got hit
Aim on fleek (ayy)
Aim on fleek so I can't miss

True, I got twin tings like Marcus
Ice on my T like Lipton
See the pack come way too risky
Same colour as Homer Simpson
Or two 25, it's 50
Big bro crash corn at a distance
It was two two corn so he missed him (damn)
Oboy's broke and he ain't on piss
So he says my name, tryna gain some rep (dickhead)
You don't wanna spend some nights in the trap
That's the third place Aydee got cheffed
Girls in the gym tryna gain some strength
Niggas just dashed so he shoulda done legs
You're dumb bitch, are you not tryna gain some bread?
If you know Tin then you must know Ratt
Then you must know Skeng, then you must know me
If you know me, then you know GD
Then you must know Nine then you must know T,S (gang)
Slickz and you must know OD
Arms and you must know BT
Rendz and Y.AM
I was with KCrash, how about that?
Hammer on deck
Who's carrying shanks?
Bally on my face, like I'm runnin' in banks
Serve to the cats, they don't know about Frank
Brixton Baghdad Bully
Finna walk around in a hoodie
Phone GD, whats goodie?
Finna get food in Wooly
Food for the cats that's Iams
If AM, who I am
Back my shank 'cause I am sick of the opps dem lying (dududu) (uh, Mally)
Sick of the opps dem lying (mm)