No Man's Land

Yo, 4-4-C gang business, you should fuckin' know what it is, bye

This one's fuego

This one's fuego

Around certain people, I've gotta say less

If you land man here, better move correct

Catch him slippin' by his badge address

Jump off the lechee and shit gets wrecked

Send off slugs and hit him in the chest

And I'm dodgin' shots like Peter Cech

12-inch blade, but I ain't no chef

Got it round me neck, and it's touchin' me leg

On a RMZ, I took off with the scent

Bad bally on me, and I'm lookin' all fresh

Big, big Glock nine and blue latex

Had them all blacked out, a million out the Lex

Say it face to face, don't send that text

When it comes to waps, you'll know I'm blessed

And me favourite kid from this brand new tech

Just seen Prod through, got banged fast

In a S4, let's do some laps

G-lock, nine, let's catch some rats

Keep a flicky on me when I save them cats

Get a new phone and delete them chats

Leave no trail and don't be back

Big shotgun in this black bin bag

Gotta be two though when we're movin' out

No insurance or no tax, but we're still doin' shit

Don't put this wack, no days off, or we do it tough

Full healthy, need a brand new mach

You're a tramp, don't make me laugh

And I don't need you, shilly twat

It was us that beat up my man's dad

Who's that nearly got you slapped?

Carry on, I'll get you knocked

I know bad kids who will do you knock

Gonna leave a Tardock in this van

You'll even take a TV stand

Cut your fingers off your hands

Point-blank range, you're fuckin' jammed

Now I'm goin' mental with this brand

It's like Climbo Day every time we land

Rippin' up parties, makin' plans

Wrappin' up heads and flickin' bands

Makin' berries and stashin' guns

Tryna get rich like Russel Brands

Slappin' off cheese, we use one hand

I ain't tryna get nicked and be on remand

Shit was on deck like Sky Remand

He got whacked, that shit weren't planned

Jumped out the air till your ears was bang

And I done it on me own, didn't need no gang

Swaps all bait like Jamie Lang

Taser sweets and they're comin' like fangs

Nearly poked up one of me fangs

He's a snitch, that dickhead sang

We'll get him cut when he langs

Attacked on sight, I give two bands

I'll have two drones, I'll charge his mans

Daylight shop, I'm oomzin' plans

Buryin' whaps on Normand Land

I was tryna get rich from Karen Zand

Four tens long so you might get tanned

Added me t-shirt to plug up me band

Lifestyle's fast, do you understand?

Can't come round vehicles, you'll get rammed

Two-two's full, it cost me a grand

I'm about to hook up my mans' plans

Safety off, I'm about to bang

Around certain people, I've gotta say less

If you land man here, better move correct

Catch him slippin' by his badge address

Jump off the lechee and shit gets wrecked

Send off slugs and hit him in the chest

And I'm dodgin' shots like Peter Cech

12-inch blade, but I ain't no chef

Got it round me neck, and it's touchin' me leg

Yo!