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I came to war, you came to talk
Smokey settings, I'll smoke his bredrin, just like I did it before
I've done some horrid things, horrible things, with no remorse
Crash that corn or swing my sword
In hell tryna find the Lord
They keep on running, one day gon' run out of luck
Push my blade so deep, twist, turn, he can't breathe
Now feds wanna ask us questions, I need repentance
My hearts red, blue, green, like my members
Double tap it, we so savage, all my drillers, so erratic
If I grab him then he'll vanish
You won't find his body, I do this for a hobby
Just don't let my mum know, I've hugged her with gun smoke
Amiri on my tee, but when I ride I'm in Umbro
God knows that I've done loads
I'm really with the ♥♥♥♥♥, if you slip, then you're pissed
I'm an opp, ♥♥♥♥ the opps, tryna put them in a spliff
And you ain't safe with your missus or your kids
Bo-boosh