Active (feat. Giggs)

Fam, I don't even need that

Man said, three, two, one

Aye man, let me get that lighter

Real certified G's in the building

Let me get that, let me get that, let me get that

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Ah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Man touch road like a cabman

Old school man just jump out with mad man

No tool man, just jump out and grab man

Man's been known as the badman

Yeah

Man jump out, chop kebab man

Local

Man jump out, pop and bag man

Phone call

Man just boxed up and bat man

Pop, pop

Man like Sneakbo and Batman

Ooh

Man just popped up and burnt like three man

Man just hopped off the dirtbike

Fuck that

Man just switched up and burnt mics, Certi

Man just popped up all cert like, yeah

Man just rocked up and murked like

Mad tracks man just mopped up commerce guys

Mad Max man just knocked, knocked and earthed guys

Fake yutes, man try cock block the cert guys

Armor, man might pop that banana

Hair loss, man can't locks like Akala

Bling bling, man that frostbite alarmer

Poor Yak for man who lost life to karma

Man who lost life to drama

Hungry, man's all offside Amaga

Catholics and man who rock that Shahada

Man gets money, boss life Suprana

Active, active

Strap's got a **** all active

Strap's got a **** all active

Strap's got a **** all active

Mac's got a **** all active

Mac's got a **** all active

Strap's got a **** all active

My dog's got a ****, bull mastiff

I do my thing, I get it in

My name hold weight, I ain't in the gym

I get it crackin', pull up on you with the ting

I back it out, no chattin' let it ring

Ring, ring, ring, like

Run up on the **** like (Shh)

Whistle but the corn going

****'s gettin' slummed when I hop out the bush

I used to smoke ****, now I only smoke kush

Fam, fuck them

Fam, I got money, got money to make

My real ****'s always get a slice of my cake

I'm talkin' killers that was riding with me back in the days

Pack in the tray, get chased, slap at the Jakes

Yeah, 'cause man been known as a mad man

Big bad, Hollow from 'narm, a real bad man

Real **** killin' the game, yeah, that's gang, gang

Fake yutes, acting tough, they ain't like that

Strap that, B's and P's, yeah that's gang signs

Lost friends, free the dawgs, doing mad time

Us man really ride 'bout that damn life

Life been mad for man, time to damn shine

Jet skis turn your chicks into sex freaks

Feds pre-pissed that they can't arrest me

Seattle gold chillin' on my neck G

Big pom dumb, 'cause ****'s can't protect me

I'm gunnin' like I'm playin' for Arsenal

Up from A town, town, my castle

Sick young bucks, big slugs, YG's will blast you

My block's not a block to pass through

Been bangin' my ting, letting it ring

Making it sing

Had to kick down doors, they weren't lettin' us in

Real **** back in style, sit and watch us win

I'm a prince, hollow man the king, that's right

Active, active

Strap's got a **** all active

Strap's got a **** all active

Strap's got a **** all active

Mac's got a **** all active

Mac's got a **** all active

Strap's got a **** all active

My dog's got a ****, bull mastiff

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah