Maths

Tell, tell me if you really do road

Tell me if you really do trap

War with the opps that set in stone

I know that's why we need four-four flats

Four-four long and a three-eight-two

That's eighty-two if you're doin' the maths

I need two-two threes, and a draco too

But for now, these black bells aim for the hat

I'm sendin' corn if you're sendin' subliminal

I know that rap boy, and he ain't got the minerals

Give my young boy a bag full of teeth, get rid of all

I ain't picky, any individual

We had three in rotty, yeah, the shotty was rare

I ain't gonna lie, I didn't get to use it

I ran through the brick when I hit him with the two stick

I left it at Claire's, she's useless

You would of thought I was kiddin' if I counted my chingin's

You know I weren't jokin' if I said that I smoked him

Scream out glee 'cause your bredrin got

I swear this **** comin' all potent

Three car convoy deep on the opp block

Spin that block till the gear box broken

We had to leave the lotus

Tell, tell me if you really do road

Tell me if you really do trap

War with the opps that set in stone

I know that's why we need four-four flats

Four-four long and a three-eight-two

That's eighty-two if you're doin' the maths

I need two-two threes, and a draco too

But for now, these black bells aim for the hat

Spot 'em, got 'em

Left in the rain, it's rotten

I done it with the handle wobblin'

Luger 9 like a wotsit

Bet he's gonna go to the doctor's

Broski chef down ****, and he phoned me, said he can hear helicopters

I don't know about new schools, when we do it it's never the usual

Done up, weren't sure if dropped, lost, now I'm tryna pree it on Google

Delete that search-bar, you ain't ever had to pay victim surcharge

Three bro had the string on the burger

Give it to Pee-Wee, he scored with a curler

Richer then all them man they know it

I drop 'em the hammers, they know I ain't goin'

Plug over here, I shot it, and co it

In Hatton Garden, like don't blow it

Chef threw the jacket, you better go sow it

Drenchin' the man that's slowest

Little man, you ain't seen the M10 glowin', glowin'

Tell, tell me if you really do road

Tell me if you really do trap

War with the opps that set in stone

I know that's why we need four-four flats

Four-four long and a three-eight-two

That's eighty-two if you're doin' the maths

I need two-two threes, and a draco too

But for now, these black bells aim for the hat

Tell, tell me if you really do road