Lyrics
[Intro]
Ayy Madenka, I think that's the one you know
[Chorus]
All I know is authentic stuff
My mum should've named me 'Guns', I felt like me, when I shot ***
And the same way when I shot ***
I got 5 and its Wesson live
Everyday I walk with the pump
Cah I'd rather sit down than do me time
Then ever take talk from one of these punks
[Verse 1]
I've been HG, that's hammers galore
I've seen a punk hold AK corn, I put a new scavenger in that .410
Now it's Luger 9s or shorts
Them times had .32 sitting down cah the 32's were hard to source
You know I bang my stick of course
*** try run, he got clipped then corned
I'll draw man run up, no support, when I chinged up ***, I used loads of force
When I chinged up *** it had bros support
*** got bun put on life support, what's all of that chatting and typing for?
The man got jammed in traffic, no way on earth they was bussin them doors
Free all the mandem banging their doors
All I know is yuck, coil it, recoil it then bap
Coil it, recoil it then (BAP, BAP, BAP, BOW!)
These Luger 9's of course they're pink tops, these ain't no 9 in packs
It's authentic stuff, all my hammers are authentic guns
[Chorus]
All I know is authentic stuff
My mum should've named me guns, I fell like me, when I shot ***
And the same way when I shot ***
I got 5 and its Wesson live
Everyday I walk with the pump
Cah I'd rather sit down than do me time
Then ever take talk from one of these punks
[Verse 2]
Them man, they're block, they're a bunch of pussies
See man won a pacussy he's gone
He's not involved in the story, he's wrong, he's not from that block
He's a good little sod
There ain't no rules out here no more
Civilians do get shot
32's, or the Glock, when the neighbour wait when I slap this dottz
*** got done in a shop, but he patterned the cameras, shout out boss
*** got splashed on ***
Gotta shout out Leah, she gave us the drop
Been fully on tact, been fully outside, when I'm throwing up L's it's live not loss
Walk in hand i'll slap it, I didn't learn this shit from C.O.D