Lyrics

2-2-3's, let it squeeze, let the chopper sneeze
We was shooting people, they were shook shooting properties
Said he's onto me, that's a lie, now he's gotta bleed
Like we won't pop-pop-pop, leave the city like a horror scene
He nicked me for a body, call me Tommy, that's a Ghost
I'll bring it to your mums like I'm tryna do the post
I might pop you through your window while you're tryna eat your roast
So you better chew your food, 'cause if you don't then you might choke
I'll put somethin' in the toastеr, let it pop out like some toast
It's got teeth likе Brandon Beavis
Bet it chew right through a coat (chew right through a coat)
Treat it like a penalty, I'm shooting if I'm close
They're like, "Mazza, he's the goat"
Sacrificed and took a oath
I bet they say it like a quote, and it's not Facebook
I went to jail and he got poked, I got nicked with three -
I went to jail and done the most, seen myself on Sky News
We shot a video on soc'
But when I shot - we turned him red like cans of Coke
He got fried like a egg, the shotty pellets hit his yolk
Double tap like Insta post, he tried to shoot but hit the post
Snapchat, they tried to boast, do it live and hit the host
I know they're cappin', only time they've seen a shell is by the coast
(By the coast, by the beach)
And-and-and I'm not talkin' 'bout the spliff but he got smoked
Cowboy, I keep a spinner on my hip, so don't approach
Switch 'em off like a remote
Fuck a vest, brodie hit him in his neck and hit his throat
Pray for hope like he's the Pope
Fake shit we don't promote
Who's the realest? Shall we vote
Fuck the Queen, I'm the King
I need a castle and the moat
I bet the rats'll take a note
Free the real but they won't
And free my brother, Kay, it's been a minute since we spoke
Yo, but let me tell you all a joke
What'd you call a rapper that's a capper and he's broke?
(What you callin' it then, man?)
(Aye, leave that in the comments)
Written by: Jamie Jxmie, Malcolm Mazza
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