[Verse 1: Abra Cadabra]
No problem
They don't really wanna do road
17, man will do show
Caught 'em slippin' out bruised [?]
Man that n***a left with more than a bruised nose
They are not f**in' with me, nah
They cannot f** with the T
They only know about TX - the actor
Idris, me I done shot you in T (Murder!)
n***a come through with a one pop
They don't wanna see pop shots
Fiddi got the loud and it's top notch
The p**y got popped and he knocked off
Big tum-tum that will turn man back
Run man down cause nobody don't lack
Glock come, sh**, I ain't runnin' out back
I keep it rich get burned for the pack
Rich get burned for the pack
Man I got the something, don't lack
Kush got the something in the back
Kush in a four door, skrr, n***as bang
n***as really think we just rap
Young black n***as with a strap
Others really know it's a wrap
My n***as don't do it no gas
Whip out the ting on ya blaadclart
Slap out the ting on ya ra**clart
[Hook: Abra Cadabra]
n***as don't catch corn
f**in' juvies, dickheads, fools
Pow pow pow, skrr skrr skrr
That's what you hear when my n***as slide through in the Ford
Big rambizzy pon mi side, it's a mad ting
Any yutes chat, finna send that f** boy to the Lord
You stabbin' civilians and claimin' these bodies
My n***a, you know that these bodies ain't yours
They think that they know about burners
Just screamin' out numbers
Got nights every tuesday
Don't know how to shoot, man these n***as are frauds
[Verse 2: Legz & Kush]
I think I need to start gettin' drills [?] (Ounto)
Cause Abz are on fire with no problems
If I ever see these pussies
Knife start movin' giggidy (giggidy)
No Family Guy, but you know say my brothers with me
Everytime I go the block remember that these guys are sh**
Even if they had these tings empty clips
How the f** that ting gon' spit?
Like, who these yutes gon' hit?
I can't really do this [?] ting
[?] to [?] street is man's acres, what?
PO's the strip (Park Lane)
On the block hot late with the bros
17 Tottenham with my woes
n***as don't try step in my zone
Cah disrespect we don't take no
All my n***as get dough
Ring-ring trap from my phone
Blood get burned on the roads
Man get jeffed on the low
Curbs get scared of his own
Do roads with my bros
And my Ountos move show to show
Then we hit the show and [?]
On the backroads [?] get jerked for the pack
And I feel no way, no
I'm in love with cash flow
And I've been makin' stacks
Long time since my cash low
I'm in love with the packs, bro
Man, I hit the up the trap
Got P's for my mash, yo
[Hook: Abra Cadabra]
n***as don't catch corn
f**in' juvies, dickheads, fools
Pow pow pow, skrr skrr skrr
That's what you hear when my n***as slide through in the Ford
Big rambizzy pon mi side, it's a mad ting
Any yutes chat, finna send that f** boy to the Lord
You stabbin' civilians and claimin' these bodies
My n***a, you know that these bodies ain't yours
They think that they know about burners
Just screamin' out numbers
Got nights every tuesday
Don't know how to shoot, man these n***as are frauds
[Verse 3: Kash]
Yute trynna send man heaven
Crash got hit with a 6, Daz got hit with a 7
Boys trynna lock down the section
Them YGs, they're savage, they're really trynna turn opps lemon
Ain't trynna aim at legs, youths tryna off man's melon
Yute trynna hit man kweng
Said they clashed corn at the bruddas
RIP to the nizz [?]
I remember that day when that yute got wet, I'll never forget
These n***as be stabbin' civilians
At least they ain't stabbin' my friends
Are they really gon' mad?
n***a most have really gon' mad
Chattin' that [?]
Had to worry bout they ducked down Kash
Hittin' that strip then he done give a f** 'bout your gang
Yea, and I'm trynna move bands
Dream about your ting with a neat face
Gotta tell the gyal, "get naked"
Got a bad beef in the woods, sssh sssh
My wood work faces
Little n***a got whacked in his face
And he hopped on Peri and ain't even trynna ride
Can't sleep when I'm ridin' with my skrrr 'round the woods
And then skrrr 'round at night
Shot got beat like hella tings
Got hella nits on my nine
Ra** had me locked in the door, now I'm back on the roads on my grind
[Hook: Abra Cadabra]
n***as don't catch corn
f**in' juvies, dickheads, fools
Pow pow pow, skrr skrr skrr
That's what you hear when my n***as slide through in the Ford
Big rambizzy pon mi side, it's a mad ting
Any yutes chat, finna send that f** boy to the Lord
You stabbin' civilians and claimin' these bodies
My n***a, you know that these bodies ain't yours
They think that they know about burners
Just screamin' out numbers
Got nights every tuesday
Don't know how to shoot, man these n***as are frauds