ANPR

Yo

Anything you hear me rapping about is bullshit

All the scenarios are made up

In reality I'm just a nice guy, making music

Just having fun, man

Yo!

Three waps deep in this stolen car

I don't wanna get flagged by the ANPR

If I see any paigons, aim on their faces

Headshot, left man flat on his arse (finished)

Flat heads get stuffed in my spin ting

Jump out, rinse it, let that bark (baow!)

My rambo blade got teeth like a shark

Let him run, but I doubt that he'll make it far

They don't want me to start (they don't)

We found out where the opps are hangin'

We left **** with a hangin' arm

Get the drop, went banging ours (baow!)

Bro a drop, there's opps on the rave

We ran up and let off the gage (baow!)

We left round there with a smoking barrel

You know it was us that shot up the place

If you're talking F block (gang)

You know thats chest and head shots

I don't wanna hear about dem man there

Two of their boys are ****, they got sent off

You know that we raise the tension

Now forensics putting them tents up

got shot, got cheffed up,

I know they're fed up, his boys are dead up (dead up)

They ain't coming back (Khalas)

Dem days that I was out boxing

Still had the dots in my duffle bag

Better run if I grab it and pull that back

Better start thinking fast,

When a car pulls up and the tints are black

Blacked out in the ride like assassins

All you'll hear is "BAP, BAP, BAP"

Three waps deep in the stolen car

I don't wanna get flagged by the ANPR

If I see any paigons, aim on their faces

Headshot, left man flat on his arse

Flat heads get stuffed in my spin ting

Jump out, rinse it, let that bark

My rambo blade got teeth like a shark

Let him run, but I doubt that he'll make it far

anywhere I see dem it's on

Step on the landing fully on violence

Man can't ask where I'm from (They can't)

They know shit gets long (long)

(Ching man up quickly)

Fuck the media

Fuck the journalists

Fuck a disclaimer, I really do what I say in my songs

I really do what them man don't

You ain't **** never made it back

His mum's upset he never made it home

Fuck an attempted **** objectives

The main mission to take his ****

Let the corn fly, bring out the four-five

One shot out the spinner will break his bones

The waps that we got are special

Step in the car then read my Quran

No way would I ever sign up to the devil

Even though that my thoughts are evil

spin it and let that slap

I ain't tryna get down no innocent people

I slap my man from far

(Bap, bap, bap!)

Grrap! Bap! Let the G-Lock sing like The Beatles

Three waps deep in this stolen car

I don't wanna get flagged by the ANPR

If I see any paigons, aim on their faces

Headshot, left man flat on his arse

Flat heads get stuffed in my spin ting

Jump out, rinse it, let that bark

My rambo blade got teeth like a shark

Let him run, but I doubt that he'll make it far