Bring My P’s

[Intro]
Listen, bruv. If you don't have my P's by tonight, you done, yeah? Bring my P's by tonight. I'm not gonna say it again, bruv. Pussyole, bruv, get off my fam, bruv. Why does mandem think they could play with me, fam?

[Chorus]
Rule number one — make sure you bring my P's
Rule number two — keep the word in the streets
Rule number three — make sure the whole gang eat
If you mess up on any of these, you get put six feet deep
Gotta drop, just call my cellular, roadman, don't call me regular
My ends we don't make friends, don't get gassed up, you'll turn to a nebula
Yeah, it could get sneaky, this Drake got a chune that could leave you leaky
Make you dance like Keke, can't run off on me, I got hit men weekly

[Verse]
I was trappin' out the bando
Movin' that weight, yeah, the food and stuff
Big man tings, yeah, movin' buff
When we two man step, we loosin' up, got screws in us
Yeah, I saw him, but he ran though
Bruckshot put him down, no losin' us
Them man act fake, like who's to trust?
Them man act fake, like who's to trust? Who's to trust?

[Chorus]
Rule number one — make sure you bring my P's
Rule number two — keep the word in the streets
Rule number three — make sure the whole gang eat
If you mess up on any of these, you get put six feet deep
Gotta drop, just call my cellular, roadman, don't call me regular
My ends we don't make friends, don't get gassed up, you'll turn to a nebula
Yeah, it could get sneaky, this Drake got a chune that could leave you leaky
Make you dance like Keke, can't run off on me, I got hit men weekly