Lyrics:

Leo on the beat
Tyy, you know this one slaps
It's Groove, baby

Arms wrapped round a 12?bore
Just?like I was?rocking a baby
This dot-dot here's a?throwback
I think they had this one in the Navy
I think broski's crazy
He don't know how to use waps safely
He let off corn in his bedroom fucking around with the safety

'Member when it was stickups?
Now I'm a worker, supplying these cats
All I know is grind and stack
But I got beef, so I'm buying these waps
It was kway back when I had the barrel on the shotgun twinning like Siamese cats
The opps dem shit, so they hide in flats
Then hit YouTube, start lying in raps

All these drillings and chingings
You must be tripping, don't ask who did it
I swear these niggas ain't wid it
Bro backed that spinner and turned man spinach
Free my niggas locked in the prison
They soon come home, I swear I miss 'em
Man just do it on bikes, bro, rev that bike, man, aim and hit him

Rappers do it for the Charlie and Tim
I been tryna slap bine through skin
From young I push weight, no gym
Talking T house, bagging up Kanye and Kim
How you think I'm in this Audi Quattro with the S-line imprint on the rims?
I got a line, means cash when it rings
Tell my YG's 'Splash' and they ching

Cats call man when they're sick and they link me in the morning to buy their fix
This TT came in loose, Dee turned it to rock with the bicarb' mix
If I get nicked, I ain't got no lips
I ain't singing no songs like Lionel Rich'
Do it live O, we don't type and diss
Maple Road, hear the tyres skid

Got three lines like Adidas
I ain't Nike, I can't do no ticks
Tryna see numbers like Halifax
I get a brick and I break that shit
Gimme a SIM and a phone and I bet that I'll make that ring
Anything ***** get ching, ching, go for a swim

Ridgeback, little bit of kick-back
K1 did that, don't get shot
Bad B wan' whine and kotch
Better come grease and hide this dots
See me a opp, jump out do mans top
No clues for the cops, handle the shoes with socks
Free all the G's in the box

Gotta watch out for the undies
'Cah I know they're tryna do man dirty
Fiddy got bagged for the pumpy
That nigga right there too worksy
Man just do it like Bucky, or man just do it like 30
Man lean out the ride with the brucky
And smoke that yute like Percy

If the mandem catch him, doc' can't patch him
Glue can't fix these wounds
Aim, grip and shoot
785 still stick and move
Dem man soft, they pick and choose
Just done a wasseen, went and hid the shoes
Jump out gang and their legs do boost
All these dumb draw outs got me missing shoots

When man ride, dem man hide
All they know about is pressure
Been round there on a 125, but now man do it in a Vectra
I was shotgun with a shotgun like when I see a opp I'mma put him on a stretcher
Then it's back to the ends, link a yat and her friends
All them hoes on me like Hefner

Bag this work, you don't wanna see this dots disperse
No, I can't take no stop and search
I'mma send that boy to the doc' and nurse
Run these reds, if I see blue light I'mma duck these feds
Six hundred pebs, need to get this gone by the daytime ends
350 bev, ZK tucked down my top and leg
Or bring the wap instead and turn mans brain into scrambled eggs

Phone lines rip like Beyblade, wait bae
I'm in the kitchen doing nae-nae
I got clientele, I make rates
Every other day I beat case
Dem boy sing like Rayjay
I get caught, I don't say names
I don't throw no punch like AJ
I just swing and ching like KK