Gotta mix these packs and potions
No P's 'til I put a SIM in a burner
I'm on the block like Werner, backroad lurker
Fully paid, bro, I'm an earner
I fly past, I'm a headtop turner
Them olders are washed like Sami Khedira
And they should start callin' me uncle
'Cause when I speak on these beats, they get murdered

I had to pebble up both, shut the curtains
Late nights up in the lab, I'm still workin'
Straight facts if I'm droppin' a verse in
I took an L and I kept on learnin'
You can't stop me now, it's not workin'
Purgin' 'til the phone keeps on twerkin'
Gotta switch the spot, they're still lurkin'
Big bat, cookin' up tunes, I put work in (lagga)

I gotta bring this strap to the motive
This blue .41 ain't a typical burner
I miss my brownin' from Toxeth named Paris
That was my original squirter
And Serena (what?)
Russian roulette, man, I might just spin it and burst you
Don't do it for the media cah the .44's like Graeme Souness
When it kicks, it's a hurler
That's your girl in backshots
I heard your song when you said she's a freak
But to tell you the truth, man her ask weren't that soft
But you know I like them nice and firm
Yeah, ride it girl, baby, twerk that ass off
I'm laughin', thinkin' when HAZEY's jeetin', when it gets hot
Does he take his mask off? (Hahaha)

Gotta mix these packs and potions
No P's 'til I put a SIM in a burner
I'm on the block like Werner, backroad lurker
Fully paid, bro, I'm an earner
I fly past, I'm a headtop turner
Them olders are washed like Sami Khedira
And they should start callin' me uncle
'Cause when I speak on these beats, they get murdered

Got her head, got her face, got her neck, got her chest (yeah)
But I wetted a back when T- got cheffed (yeah)
Made S, S when the .12 got pressed (yeah)
Bro, that was ASDA, right by the Greggs
I was sixteen when I got two heads (yeah)
Ask SE15 when the gang first caught them an M (bap)
T- weren't alone, he got bored with his friend (yeah)
And I'm sure when I scored that I-
Got a serious arsenal but I need more weapons
Seven .62's and the AK47
High power brownin', reveal it in two seconds
Guns do jam so I'm steppin' with two cheffers (I got two)
Wait there, tell me what's happenin' (yeah)
Pellets start scatterin' (yeah)
Shell it, no grapplin' (yeah)
Bro got robbed and had the feds- (yeah)
Wild 'N Out, badman ain't rap battlin' (nope)

Gotta mix these packs and potions
No P's 'til I put a SIM in a burner
I'm on the block like Werner, backroad lurker
Fully paid, bro, I'm an earner
I fly past, I'm a headtop turner
Them olders are washed like Sami Khedira
And they should start callin' me uncle
'Cause when I speak on these beats, they get murdered (listen)

Got a whole load of corn and there's beef on my plate cah we're serious
Lock off, we're spreadin' the variants
Packs in the trap, man, the crack come furious
Badman step like Oxlade, bangin' the trap in my mask, mysterious
Bro's gon' back on the wing, call him Harvey Elliot
Skelly wanna talk 'bout celibate
Pack that broom then bark it
Bucket of petty to clean that evidence
Dookie's stuck in the past tense, lookin' for relevance
Blast, I'll boot your intelligence
Bad bitch, Liverpudlian and elegant
Look, when I jump on the beat, I'm shellin' 'em
Comin' like Sadio, stuck in my element
The whole motive screamed out, "Salah!"
We scored that point, now we need more adrenaline (yeah)

Gotta mix these packs and potions
No P's 'til I put a SIM in a burner
I'm on the block like Werner, backroad lurker
Fully paid, bro, I'm an earner
I fly past, I'm a headtop turner
Them olders are washed like Sami Khedira
And they should start callin' me uncle
'Cause when I speak on these beats, they get murdered Writer/s: Hazey
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