Worst (feat. Section Boyz)

Fuck what you heard (Wha)

Fuck what you heard (Threes)

Fuck what you heard (What are you talkin' 'bout?)

Fuck what you heard (Wha)

Fuck what you heard

My g's are the worst

Fuck what you heard

My g's are the worst

Diss me, that's a curse

Late night, on a purge

Four man in a Merc

Door slam and then burst

Fuck what you heard

My g's are the worst

Fuck what you heard

My G's are the worst

Diss me, that's a curse

Late night, on a purge

Four man in a Merc

Door slam and then burst

Fuck what you heard

I been up in the bits

Trapboy can't go broke

They hollerin' for a fix

Manna' back in effect

Money, power, respect

Try man for a brick

Hit the rave, then I flex

Fuck the world on the curb

I've been up in the game

Put a hole in a shirt

Man gettin' lit like a flame

On the strip, fuck a search

Grab a tool, put in work

Girl, pop it and twerk

Still with gang on the lane

Doing road, skrr

Do the road, skrr

See your ho, I swerve

Tell 'em fuck what they heard

Do a show on your turf

Stepped in for the search

Man bagged with that bird

Six barps in the

Man's road, man's curb

They clean man's dirt

Girly givin' man err

Out ere lookin' skrr

Trackie under

I'ma touch her and she gon' squirt

When I lose, I come first

Try diss me, that's a curse

Purple smokin'

Mix the henny, make a potion

Hit the road on a mad ting

Cause up bare commotion

Ting loaded

Catch us sluggin', get folded

Bread, get Hovis

Run it up and just hold it

Them man are informers

Them man are some talkers

Over here we keep quiet

I ain't heard or saw shit

'Bout business, man important

Phone ringin', they callin'

I'm whippin' up, put a fork in

Till the dough reach enormous

Fuck what you heard

My g's are the worst

Fuck what you heard

My g's are the worst

Diss me, that's a curse

Late night, on a purge

Four man in a Merc

Door slam and then burst

Fuck what you heard

My g's are the worst

Fuck what you heard

My g's are the worst

Diss me, that's a curse

Late night, on a purge

Four man in a Merc

Door slam and then burst

Gimme likkle this, gimme likkle that

War, and the warlord come wit' the warlord chat

Got girl upon belly, got girl upon back

Come fi murder this rhythm and war 'pon that, war

Can't turn on people and try to come back

Nah, look here man, it don't work like that, war

Man, fuck what you heard, man it work like that

Ay, yo, my girl, look on the curb 'pon that

I know you heard about us on the curb

If I said that I got bro, then that's my word

Wrist work, flexin' till it hurts

With the driver whizzin' and skrr

Take a next step, put it in first

Cool off, cool off, in the corner cool off

They can't hold no search

Pop boy, I'm cooler

When you see the name, gotta big it up first

Ain't got one, can't lift man skrrt

Baby birth, then man lift off skirt

I see your girl chillin' in man's merch

Section season, fuck what you heard

There's something that I think you should know

I been on the edge, man I beg you

Please don't push me, bro

See I refuse, to pay attention to you pussy-holes

You Benihanas, you get chopped up like some sushi rolls

I told 'em a million times

Us man are in control

Theresa knows Britain is mine

On the front page covered in gold

I tried to show man wagwan

See my man rubbing his nose

Now man have got life on track

Them man are still out there troublin' hoes, oh no

Fuck what you heard

My g's are the worst

Fuck what you heard

My g's are the worst

Diss me, that's a curse

Late night, on a purge

Four man in a Merc

Door slam and then burst

Fuck what you heard

My g's are the worst

Fuck what you heard

My g's are the worst

Diss me, that's a curse

Late night, on a purge

Four man in a Merc

Door slam and then burst