Aigons 2

[Intro]
H-H-H-H-H-Hargo production
Hargo production

[Verse 1: J Boy]
Pull up on the block, they freeze up
Do road with Nina and Nina
Bro click that scrams
If it don't bang then give them three stripes, Adidas
From a young age, been G'd up
Sorry B, 'round here we don't do love
Just trap and bang, got grams on grams
That's white on dark, Ku Klux
Stay clued up, they just wanna be boo'd up
And I'm tryna get too much
Cah this still ain't enough, been juggin' it up
All because of money, man move stuff
First it was green that we re'd on
Then a price for a half was Louboutins
Pebble down then we send up cunch
And the way bro wash made the locals jump
Young boy wanna settle in cunch
Bank up then send him right up
These shots made the locals come
And all these deals made the phone line pump
Cah it's not just mics man's pickin' up
Gotta make dough doin' different stuff
I was on road, that was childhood and book days
You jumped on when they mixed it up

[Verse 2: S Wavey]
Lately I ain't been happy
That's all cah the skeng gettin' greased
Suttin' got whacked
Could've been the AD's or M3
Suttin' got finessed
Could've been M Dargg or Jigga
And bro we did it like we did it already
Double tap, finesse this trigger
Catties wan' come to the A
I'ma pounce on this puss, call me Tigger
Nuttin' like they used to
You will get moved to
This .44 corn ain't usual
Turn your white top red just like soo woo
In the station lookin' for blue clues
No face, no case, who knew you?
Tell them relax
G members, nothin' but waps
Tryna turn any opp to a pack
Grip it and flash, do it and dash
Suttin' gettin' splashed
Always speakin' facts
Man, they see bare friends on telly
Night-night, got them drinkin' Henny

[Verse 3: Stickz]
Fifteen with fifty bangers
That was back then
Now we get 'round there with hammers
I'm never a typer, come like Naira, I got no manners
And man can't take my shine
And there's never a time I've got no badders
Big ranking like Shabba
Spliff smoke and pum-pum grabber
Big racks, know I'm the dada
Stuffed in my jeans, gonna make you stagger
Someone got smoked, let me roll up a gramer
And the GBG got hammers
Leave man closed like red bandanas
This shank gettin' used if I back it
I pop man clean out his trackie and jacket
I jump out on rappers and back it
Still get a thrill from creatin' panic
Gang might do it in traffic
I wind down the windows, aim and slap it
Man get the drop, we'll catch it
Bro brought his shotty, I might just match it

[Verse 4: M Dargg]
Might just match it
We ain't no saints, no Patrick
Got two for my cannon
Like Stizz, I'ma aim and slap it in traffic
One in the nozzle and five comin' next
Then that gear, then that throttle
My ting tight, model
Black, no Cola but shaped like the bottle
What's next? What's next?
Bag that yola, send that text
Get dope interest from cats that love to inject like insects
Hype, the wet side they slidin'
I, been lowkey grindin'
Yeah, they do what I say
S, but my name ain't Simon
The mandem jump out
This ain't no game but them man play run outs
Rescued by run out
Thought you was safe in the shop where you hung out
The angle will done him
Ninety degrees in the shop with my gun out
No Sunday bangin'
Man's slangin' the home cooked food at mum's house

[Outro]
Hargo production