WDYM - Am, Skengdo, Jay Slapit

[Intro: Skengdo,

JaySlapIt

AM

Sebzbeats, baby

Scratch on the beat

Mom, MoneyEvery is making beats again

You wanna rock with me?

We might just blow on the music

But we might just smoke them neeks

Still do road in my Nike Air Max

Big dot-dot if a boy want chat

Ice on my T like Lipton

See, the pack come way too risky

See, the pack come way too risky

What on earth do you mean?

Aydee

, he already got splashed

Oboy is a fucking neek (Fuckin' neek)

The fucking cheek (Cheek)

I ain’t ever seen don in the field

But he wan' talk about me (Chatty)

I heard it was you in the cab

Bussin' red lights like twice in a week

Anything green get what?

Leave that to the Tottenham G’s

Sick and tired of the foolishness

Like why they keep runnin' from me?

(Why?)

Baghdad (Baghdad)

You ain’t gang, can’t come 'round me

But I’m open to make this money

Wanna make bands?

Come fuck with me

We might just blow in the music

But we might just smoke them neeks (Baow)

The life that we live is risky

The Five-O wanna handle me

See me 6 feet under

Or behind them bars, it’s peak

You would think I’m Not3s with my lover

But my lover puts man to sleep

Shit then, fuck this, splash

Fuck this shit then splash your g’s

I’m 410 Crashers, bro

F block, or FB, 4T (Gang)

Came with the most darg

But you never did come for me (Never)

Your shit didn’t bang

We came round with the big botty

Fed chase, could’ve lost a new wap

But I know better than that

Late nights just doin' up crash

I really don’t give a toss if you lack

Either way, ain’t me gettin' stabbed

Still do road in my Nike Air Max

Big dot-dot if a boy want chat

Or the .32 spins, take off man’s hat (Ayy)

Fed chase, could’ve lost a new wap

But I know better than that

Late nights just doin' up crash

I really don’t give a toss if you lack

Either way, ain’t me gettin' stabbed

Still do road in my Nike Air Max

Big dot-dot if a boy want chat

Talk about bootings, who have you shot?

Just got hold of a pretty new dots (Uh)

That’s plenty corn for them opps

Their block protected by cops

Still get 'round broad day, no toss (Uh-uh)

Who got smoked in Prince and who got cheffed at Twins?

Let me not talk 'bout tints

Like, how many been smashed in?

Your olders hide in whips

Runnin' red lights, where’s all them sticks?

Kuku what?

Ayy, Loose done ran with his bitch

Pressed off three, but nothin' got hit

Aim on fleek, ayy

Aim on fleek so I can’t miss

True, I got twin tings like Marcus

Ice on my T like Lipton

See the pack come way too risky

Same colour as Homer Simpson

Or two 25, it’s 50

Big bro crash corn at a distance

See, the odds like 40/60

It was two two corn so he missed him (Damn)

Oboy’s broke and he ain’t on piss

So he says my name, tryna gain some rep' (Dickhead)

You don’t wanna spend some nights in the trap

That’s the third place Aydee got cheffed

Bellz in the gym tryna gain some strength

Niggas just dashed so he shoulda done legs

You dumb bitch, are you not tryna gain some bread?

If you know Tin then you must know Ratt

Then you must know Skeng, then you must know me

If you know me, then you know GD

Then you must know Nine then you must know T, S (Gang)

Slickz and you must know OD

Armz and you must know BT

Rendz

and Y. AM

I was with KCrash, how about that?

Hammer on deck

Who’s carrying shanks?

Bally on my face, like I’m runnin' in banks

Serve to the cats, they don’t know about Frank

Brixton Baghdad Bully

Finna walk around in a hoodie

Phone GD, whats goodie?

Finna get food in Wooly

Food for the cats that’s Iams

If AM, who I am

Back my shank 'cause I am sick of the opps dem lying (Dududu, uh, Mally)

Sick of the opps dem lying (Mm)