Chura Liya

[Intro]
Harami
I can't see very well
Ahh

[Verse 1]
That gun's looking nukaly
If I let off two shots, kameez aaj pat gae
Hollow tip shells, fam I might break her basali
She was a fat ting, the crack got her looking patli
I've been hustling a long time brudda trust me
Man talking shit, it's the coke fam it must be
Undercovers tried tug me, I was covered in chutney
I've still got my runners on the field like we're playing rugby
Ugly, they know how I go sick on the riddim
Chacha's in PK, he just did an honour killing
And he buss case cah he took a little dollar with him
Now he's in Spice Hut, bhaiyya's got the doner grilling
Big blade like the doner man
I've got a man selling packs back from Rotterdam
Straight L.V. on the monogram
Summoned two jinns, he thought it was a hologram
Trips to PK, couple bricks in the baggage
Now I'm tryna double up, I'm tryna flip this package
I broke her heart, I couldn't fix this damage
You would've thought I done juj the way I mixed this magic
Mix this magic like Sauron
Too many years in this trap, I don't know how long
I'm just tryna get this stack long
I ain't going home until this pack's gone

[Verse 2]
I patterned up the pebble game
I remember long nights, I was trapping in the rain
Now we're wrapping bricks in cellophane
I told my bottom B, she never give head again
The C.I.D's looking for some blues clues
The witness said he seen me on YouTube
Man I'm too rude, I think I've got a screw loose
Sniff two lines, sip two Goose
Man I'm sick of all the backchatting
Shoot you in the spine, make your back spasm
My whores burn rubbers like Michelin
When I'm in the whore house I'm chilling with my kitchen ting
Them man are still bickering
I just flick it out and stick it in
Now we're in the whore house, pick a ting
Fuck a stray cat, I won't bring her in