Final Moments (feat. Broadday)

Mum said don't be a gangista

Mum said don't be a gangista

Ayy

Ayy, ayy

Mum said don't be a gangista

Your own friends could kill you like Caesar

Just took Adeola from a geezer

Not my fault she wan' roll with a squeezer

Mix up the potion, pour up a litre

Leanin' like Tower of Pisa

My señorita roll up my reefer

Muy bonita, that's big-back Aisha

Gold like nine bells, leng like Ateesha

Won't say my grace, I can't eat her

She can't sit on face, I still please her

Every moan I hear, I go deeper

Adore her, Dior her

I might drop a bag on Halima

She a keeper

She cook, she'll still diva

Thick like syrup and sweet like Toseina

Whеn I feel her wet wet, Aquafina

Bеat the uh-uh in my wife-beater

How opps thots doin' up cheetah

Thought she's good, she a local skeezer

Had crack, was a local dealer

Now I want packs and a one-mill' deal

When they say I'm too violent, just too real

But what can I say? That's what they feel

Tried make this song about girls, not drills

But fuck it! Shh got one-shot killed

He got shot on his block, he got a chest shot

And he got his head backpeeled

I'm getting off-track, let's talk about trap

They say money don't grow on trees

But bro got rich off weed

Pink notes from green

Did mumsy lie to me? I'm joking

Better not be me that you're provoking

Get 'round quick and smoke him

Serious pokings

Had man chokin' on his own blood, that's final moments

It was us that made you dig it up

I can hear the gospel, bill it up

Put bine in the nine and drill it up

I know the pigs and paigons sick of us

Better not be me that you're provoking

Get 'round quick and smoke him

Serious pokings

Had man chokin' on his own blood, that's final moments

It was us that made you dig it up

I can hear the gospel, bill it up

Put bine in the nine and drill it up

I know the pigs and paigons sick of us

Most wanted man and I ain't been touched

Cah I stay with my gun

Woi, woi, woi! That's a very clean run

Free 2smokeyy, way too smokey

Two dot-dots when shh got fried

Name me a time that Broadday lied

Lighties weren't feeling this Mali

Now they wanna make my sister an auntie (Awkward)

Remember conning on a halfie

Now I don't never struggle, wallahi

I got Mercedes sign on my car key

I'm the drilliest Mali

My hand-ting slaps, her booty claps

My aim's on fleek, her nails on fleek

I don't need a bitch, I don't a beam

She's my throat goat but the girl of your dreams

Yo, how you leng, but your trainers dead?

She got good pum-pum, but her brain was dead

Broadday assassin, I aim for head

They tried to shoot me, but their aim was dead

Three-hour trip is a bit of a wreck

En route to country, I'm gettin' some neck

By any means gotta run up a cheque

Run out of grub, gotta link the connect

My AP costs big racks

I got bad b jigglin' big backs

I rip off her knickers and hit that

Henny and Maggie, man sip that

Jailhouse, I kept up fuckery

More than cussin' only

Even though the whole jail on me

None of them punks ain't touch me

Better not be me that you're provoking

Get 'round quick and smoke him

Serious pokings

Had man chokin' on his own blood, that's final moments

It was us that made you dig it up

I can hear the gospel, bill it up

Put bine in the nine and drill it up

I know the pigs and paigons sick of us

Better not be me that you're provoking

Get 'round quick and smoke him

Serious pokings

Had man chokin' on his own blood, that's final moments

It was us that made you dig it up

I can hear the gospel, bill it up

Put bine in the nine and drill it up

I know the pigs and paigons sick of us

(Oi, Tefo Made This One)

(Mason)