[Chorus: A1 from the 9] Trash n***as act hard on a Sunday Make a phone call getting' whacked on a Monday Still chef chef on an odd day Call up bro. 22 that's gunplay Haze in my zoot, while getting' brain Lose control so I nut in her face All these bars straight from my brain If you rate this flow get the f** out my face She licking the cum of her face she says it taste so good like Chocolate boy like me how come it taste so fruity I'm not being rude little cutie I just want face no booty And opps side girls moving booky Still moving like they wan do me Got a couple bro locked in feltham Couple bro locked in belmarsh You can act all hard on the streets But i can get you whacked in jail dargg I throw L FOR MY G'S FROM LOWER E from my g's from eddy (9) n***as say that they want beef, i can tell your teams not ready My life ain't sh** on telly, hit n***a up hit his belly Talk about opps got plenty, broski invested in semis All this lil kids like, yeh zone chatting my name are you f**ing dumb Run a n***as mouth on the net, got my right here like s** ya mum (CHORUS)