Cranberry

Olders, youngers, everyone's getting it

I ain't gonna shoot no one that's irrelevant

Load up the six shot if I get pissed off

Hell break loose if it's Booter pressing it

I know they heard 'bout me

Broad day bootings live in the B

Head shots only

Gang get smokey

Tryna put a pagan's head by his feet

You ain't been opp block

5 in the handy

Spotted a pagan

Flew out the backseat

Me that slapped it

Try do a hatrick

Pissed that the .38 bells didn't last me

Did it in dingers

Did it in taxis

Pop them doors, turn pagans athletes

Fat boy ran off but didn't have fast feet

End of the story

We turnt him cranberry

How many opps did me and — get

— got —

— got —

— got —, ran out of breath

Free JD, Jugga and S

They put my guys in a cage cah we put guys in the grave

Main road, pulled up, 5 in that Bulldog

It's me that jumped out, shot up the place

If it weren't me, it was done by the Gs

If it weren't us, it was more time Gaza

I ain't gonna swing my fist like warma

The shotgun bells gonna burn like lava

That 32 spinner same size as my palm

That sawn-off dotty same size as nala

I crept up

— got cheffed up

How many opps got chopped like shawarma

Yo, give me the dotty, I know what to do

Head shot if I lean out the coupe

Opps ain't gonna try step on my shoes

They know that my head top's loose

They know if I step in the ride it's a wrap

Pull up, bap bap bap

Don't try run, get one in the back

Try play hero and get one in the hat

Olders, youngers, everyone's getting it

I ain't gonna shoot no one that's irrelevant

Load up the six shot if I get pissed off

Hell break loose if it's Booter pressing it

I know they heard 'bout me

Broad day bootings live in the B

Head shots only

Gang get smokey

Tryna put a pagan's head by his feet

You ain't been opp block

5 in the handy

Spotted a pagan

Flew out the backseat

Me that slapped it

Try do a hatrick

Pissed that the .38 bells didn't last me

Did it in dingers

Did it in taxis

Pop them doors, turn pagans athletes

Fat boy ran off but didn't have fast feet

End of the story

We turnt him cranberry

Olders, youngers, everyone's getting it

You ain't gonna shoot no one, that's irrelevant

Shotgun twin pipe trump like a elephant

Shh got smoked like weed in a element

Now he speaks with a speech impediment

Test gats on rats, experiment

He's an informant giving intelligence

This spinner won't leave no evidence

Shh got smoked and now he's a skeleton

So I guess he ain't getting inheritance

Still in the trenches like I'm a veteran

Wacks in the shotgun, shell done peppered him

I had a laptop bag with a Remington

Pedal bike days on a pushbike pedalling

Do it on sight, love the adrenaline

Too much metal, I'm still not selling 'em

Mag come empty till I put men in 'em

Still not comfy, still not settling

Said I'm a psycho, still no medicine

He got sent to the light like Edison

I'm from Liverpool, not from Everton

You ain't ever cut no face with a razor

You ain't ever put no opp in the paper

How can I miss when the Glock got a laser

Light or dark, Dappy and Fazer

He got rubbed off the map like eraser

That's a GoFundMe, not a fundraiser

Stains on the pavement like I'm a painter

I know the killers, they owe me a favour

I was in school with a blade in me blazer

Made like 50k off a shaver

Hate from my neighbour, love from a stranger

Olders, youngers, everyone's getting it

I ain't gonna shoot no one that's irrelevant

Load up the six shot if I get pissed off

Hell break loose if it's Booter pressing it

I know they heard 'bout me

Broad day bootings live in the B

Head shots only

Gang get smokey

Tryna put a pagan's head by his feet

You ain't been opp block

5 in the handy

Spotted a pagan

Flew out the backseat

Me that slapped it

Try do a hatrick

Pissed that the .38 bells didn't last me

Did it in dingers

Did it in taxis

Pop them doors, turn pagans athletes

Fat boy ran off but didn't have fast feet

End of the story

We turnt him cranberry