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[Verse] I came up off the back blocks selling crack rocks Couple of the boys sold weed cause swag's hot There's me, arse cheeks full of pure B Meeting fiends in mad spots like I give two fucks I'm tryna get mad guap and flying O.T Stayed in a punter's crib and now I've got mad spots Switched up the spot, the next spot had fleas So I jumped up like "Yo let's rock" Now I'm doing up B&B's cause the punters want three-on-three Snitches sing like PnB Rock Plus the music ting's hot, I'm blowing up like TNT B.R.B., I'm going to cut down this crop And when it drops it's bare Rambos and hella Glocks When I'm on the run it's bare roads and hella cops When I wake up, bare sunshine and hella docks Cause on the strip, gun crime and hella shots are getting popped Man get head topped, get left dead stocked Catch chest shots and leg shots and even catch neck shots So you don't wanna be my next opp Might just pop out the bush and leave you with a red top Let lead pop, bring a nigga to a dead stop A man showed me his crops, I said "That's a dead crop" He's tryna grow some punch or some other dead weed He reckons seven quid a box I said "I wouldn't even pay one-twenty for an oz of that weed About seven quid a box, you'll probably get about three" I told him not to buy them cutties, he's stupid He didn't listen, now he's growing shit weed You know how many man I know who grow shit weed? And when the weed done drops they be wanting mad P Someone please school these guys Who've been growing for two weeks That they need to sell the weed for cheap Sell the weed for cheap or need to change their profession That's your fifth crop and I ain't even seen progression Don't chat shit to me unless you wanna meet my two little mates Who go by the names Smith and Wesson This one yout said he wants to teach me a lesson Till I backed out the big hand ting and started pressing He gripped onto his gear stick and started stressing Couldn't even put it into gear Stalled the whole whip, shots flew through the rear One slug missed, he nearly got clipped in his ear I'll put shells in your headrest And leave you lying down like you're tryna bench press Little muppet, one punch will leave you dench less And if you go gym the .45 will leave you hench less This a real ting, it's not a Webley Tempest While you're cropping and we're all up in your crib like ten pests Yeah we're pests, we'll put man to rest And when it comes to this raw rap shit G I'm the best Beef is all long, I'll just come to your nest And leave you in the ground like some cress Might catch me in a big ting or see me blending in the S But either which way if chase comes on it's getting left The last chase got left cause feds thought I went left I purchased this whip through a theft The last kid that I cheffed, I left him in a bad mess The last kid that got kweffed, obviously he got left Why'd you think my nigga's out the country? Can't come back because he put Dew to bed Now he's Dubai living, who am I kidding? They were moving like Sasuke with the Kun I shoved in him Plus niggas don't wanna go to prison Man are out there dodging extradition Seeing more views than Floyd's and Logan Paul's exhibition You don't wanna see the hittas on a mission Cause niggas go missing See me blacked out with the Smithon All Canada Goose'd up with the kitchen, man will dip him