Wait for me, I shot the informer
Nowadays, when I speak, it's a big saga
Nowadays, I collab with the weed farmer
Nowadays, I link the plug by the sea harbour
Look at this charva, he did Glen Parva
When it was Notts v London, it was Glen Starva
Now it's Prada Prada
And they want an autograph, I'ma need a marker
But I still got them on the block, like Peter Parker
F*ck close protection, I need body armour
Me naked? You must be drinking Molly water
Or sniffing cocaine like your baby father, you silly bitch
I'm in the ugly, but this is where I'm comfiest
Don't you know I built my name on them country strips?
We know he don't run lines, he only runs his lips
I'm in East, we got a hundred guns, hundred clips
I know your mum's heart's burning 'cause her son's a snitch
I'm head to toe Supreme like a young McGriff
I got two white girls swapping tons of spit
And I don't smoke paigans, I smoke ganja spliffs
You can try and you can die, but why run the risk?
I got my young bull with me who always comes equipped
I throw B's, I throw C's and the number six
And I ain't rappin' 'bout the millions that I'm humble with
Wait for me, I shot the informer
With a little black star like I been Ghana
I been trapping since the Nokia pin charger
I keep the hotline running like Mo Farrah
Look at this charva, trapping out the plaza
In my weed shop, smoking on some Perm Marker
When I fly first class I watch The Godfather
Where you from? You lose your life for the wrong answer
I'm the nicest, somehow I'm still the hungriest
Blowing weed and pouring liquor for the ones we miss
I miss nanny 'cause she never let the undies in
And for the violations, she knows we bunned his skin
You better say it with your chest, f*ck all that mumbling
And when I hit him in his back, he started tumbling
I can't wait to fry that sausage like a Cumberland
I'm schooling kids in the East like Cumberland
I don't know if they're just bitches or just sons of 'em
I've had blocks from Southampton to Sunderland
I done Feltham, Ashfield, and Huntercombe
Now I take trap stars and make plugs of 'em
Wait for me, I shot the informer
Nowadays, when I speak it's a big saga
Nowadays, I collab with the weed farmer
Nowadays, I link the plug by the sea harbour
Look at this charva, he did Glen Parva
When it was Notts v London, it was Glen Starva
Now it's rada-rada
And they want a autograph, I'ma need a marker, haha
Thanks for hating
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Wait for me, I shot the informer
Nowadays, when I speak, it's a big saga
Nowadays, I collab with the weed farmer
Nowadays, I link the plug by the sea harbour
Look at this charva, he did Glen Parva
When it was Notts v London, it was Glen Starva
Now it's Prada Prada
And they want an autograph, I'ma need a marker
But I still got them on the block, like Peter Parker
F*ck close protection, I need body armour
Me naked? You must be drinking Molly water
Or sniffing cocaine like your baby father, you silly bitch
I'm in the ugly, but this is where I'm comfiest
Don't you know I built my name on them country strips?
We know he don't run lines, he only runs his lips
I'm in East, we got a hundred guns, hundred clips
I know your mum's heart's burning 'cause her son's a snitch
I'm head to toe Supreme like a young McGriff
I got two white girls swapping tons of spit
And I don't smoke paigans, I smoke ganja spliffs
You can try and you can die, but why run the risk?
I got my young bull with me who always comes equipped
I throw B's, I throw C's and the number six
And I ain't rappin' 'bout the millions that I'm humble with
Wait for me, I shot the informer
With a little black star like I been Ghana
I been trapping since the Nokia pin charger
I keep the hotline running like Mo Farrah
Look at this charva, trapping out the plaza
In my weed shop, smoking on some Perm Marker
When I fly first class I watch The Godfather
Where you from? You lose your life for the wrong answer
I'm the nicest, somehow I'm still the hungriest
Blowing weed and pouring liquor for the ones we miss
I miss nanny 'cause she never let the undies in
And for the violations, she knows we bunned his skin
You better say it with your chest, f*ck all that mumbling
And when I hit him in his back, he started tumbling
I can't wait to fry that sausage like a Cumberland
I'm schooling kids in the East like Cumberland
I don't know if they're just bitches or just sons of 'em
I've had blocks from Southampton to Sunderland
I done Feltham, Ashfield, and Huntercombe
Now I take trap stars and make plugs of 'em
Wait for me, I shot the informer
Nowadays, when I speak it's a big saga
Nowadays, I collab with the weed farmer
Nowadays, I link the plug by the sea harbour
Look at this charva, he did Glen Parva
When it was Notts v London, it was Glen Starva
Now it's rada-rada
And they want a autograph, I'ma need a marker, haha
Thanks for hating
Nowadays, when I speak, it's a big saga
Nowadays, I collab with the weed farmer
Nowadays, I link the plug by the sea harbour
Look at this charva, he did Glen Parva
When it was Notts v London, it was Glen Starva
Now it's Prada Prada
And they want an autograph, I'ma need a marker
But I still got them on the block, like Peter Parker
F*ck close protection, I need body armour
Me naked? You must be drinking Molly water
Or sniffing cocaine like your baby father, you silly bitch
I'm in the ugly, but this is where I'm comfiest
Don't you know I built my name on them country strips?
We know he don't run lines, he only runs his lips
I'm in East, we got a hundred guns, hundred clips
I know your mum's heart's burning 'cause her son's a snitch
I'm head to toe Supreme like a young McGriff
I got two white girls swapping tons of spit
And I don't smoke paigans, I smoke ganja spliffs
You can try and you can die, but why run the risk?
I got my young bull with me who always comes equipped
I throw B's, I throw C's and the number six
And I ain't rappin' 'bout the millions that I'm humble with
Wait for me, I shot the informer
With a little black star like I been Ghana
I been trapping since the Nokia pin charger
I keep the hotline running like Mo Farrah
Look at this charva, trapping out the plaza
In my weed shop, smoking on some Perm Marker
When I fly first class I watch The Godfather
Where you from? You lose your life for the wrong answer
I'm the nicest, somehow I'm still the hungriest
Blowing weed and pouring liquor for the ones we miss
I miss nanny 'cause she never let the undies in
And for the violations, she knows we bunned his skin
You better say it with your chest, f*ck all that mumbling
And when I hit him in his back, he started tumbling
I can't wait to fry that sausage like a Cumberland
I'm schooling kids in the East like Cumberland
I don't know if they're just bitches or just sons of 'em
I've had blocks from Southampton to Sunderland
I done Feltham, Ashfield, and Huntercombe
Now I take trap stars and make plugs of 'em
Wait for me, I shot the informer
Nowadays, when I speak it's a big saga
Nowadays, I collab with the weed farmer
Nowadays, I link the plug by the sea harbour
Look at this charva, he did Glen Parva
When it was Notts v London, it was Glen Starva
Now it's rada-rada
And they want a autograph, I'ma need a marker, haha
Thanks for hating
Writer: Jamel Bousbaa
Copyright: Lyrics © Sentric Music
Copyright: Lyrics © Sentric Music