Dropped the last ting Got everyone askin': What's with the mask ting? Is he wanted? Have they grabbed him? Is he paid off this rap ting or is he trappin'? (Paid) I got fans in the USA, now I can fly packs in But right now, the mandem are growin' a mad ting (bang) We got UK cheap and eighths for the low Three-five go five for the damn ting I paid three G's for the hand ting (ha) Can your block fry plantain? (Boaw) Free my G's on the landin' I can tell by the way that my man's actin That he's never been locked for the mad ting (likkle boy) Lost it all and remanded Sat in jail gettin' racks in Connectin', came home Got links all over the map now, I'm active Second time in jail for some daft shit My last run was good while it lasted Ten quid on a Tuesday, stupid bastards (mad) Two kids in the bando movin' backwards Push flake till I'm paid, in the grave or landing (standing) Guess I'm paid off trappin' I if I get locked with opps I'll rock my sock, I ain't chillin' with snakes on the landin' (no) I woke up switchin', pissed off at random Probably cah my bitch never answered (f*ckin' hell) I'm on FaceTime tell my G Go to the strip club and show me the dancers F*ck the home of a matches I'll be home till my phone in a badness Home to the roads, gettin' dough for my nanan Amount of O's that a man made vanish Shit I did for the dough, man a savage Manchester, home of the gangsters I don't trust Insta, my phones or bangers (ha) Anything I do in there is all banters If it weren't for feds I'd show you a madness This ain't promo, if I post a pic with bro-bro Had the popo doin' mad shit In the pot with the yolo doin' back flips Gotta TT the block and OT the magic I gotta have it, must be habits, rusty, bangin' Country slangin', bunch of has-beens You ain't gangin', changed the game, better thank him Changed the game, better thank him Young rich shit, what the fiends and the fans think