GREEDO

[Verse 1: Runtz]
How-how you got two whips on PCP, let me hit what you man are barking
Little shubz in E-L-D-N
Forty nuggs for the uber to Barking (Fuck sake)
Your tune flops and you buss U-turns, not me I got tech like parallel parking
I'm the man like Darkest, I can't miss, stay hitting the targets
I'm in the east just like Queen Vic, can't cop too much, dropped two on my kicks
Spilt magnum all on my fit, now I can't pose up, take flicks (Ah man)
I'm too op like a switch
The game ain't fair, it's a Cartel glitch (Boop, boop)
Lz just copped him a zip, it stinks
TFL saw dogs, man blitzed

[Verse 2: LK]
I told my last ting, I need space
X her out like Elon (Wasteman)
They ain't on the same wave that we on
T-Shirt black and my Air Max neon
Professional just like Leon (True)
White rum mix that with Calypso (Jheeze)
Cartel bout to blow like Crypto (Bow)
Carti bring the heat like a Zippo
2 G's, rizla and a pokey
243 when I cut thru Stokey (Skrr, skrr)
Them man are clones no Kobe
Air Force, man I got bare no Yogi
Smoke up in a back of a Golf and this bud looks just like a bogie
Nike boy, I don't rep no Stoney
T just cooked, had to shell it like Yoshi (Bow)

[Verse 3: Runtz]
They chat big bout teeth like Walrus
But I know that it's all bull like Taurus (Cap)
That one there so gorgeous
Fuck a yat, need my diamonds flawless
Fake screaming indie, half of these man got signed now they move all corporate (Dickheads)
All this chat bout P, need a audit
Chat greeze then I might jump
Cozy in my G-clo
This fit, not cheap, ten toes if I spot me a Deebo
Solo step, might link with the guys it's lit take shots like Greedo
DJ called for the reload
Distro got bare K's like Tilo (Cha-ching)
I can't miss like green timed free throws
Cartel can't take L's that’s Meeno

[Verse 4: LK]
I got it on lock like bondage
Still way too cold in this Monclizz
Stinky pack from outside Londis
Roach in my pocket, but I ain't got rizz
Ay Runtz, buss me papers
Fresh taper with the loudest flavours, Cartel stay on the move like Quakers
LK, I need my chips no flavours
Young Lz, I don't smoke reg
But I'm an east end boy like Ronnie
Lord of the Mic, man been that
Still out here tryna find me a Bonnie
Them man phony, pick up the mic no look like Ivan Toney
I need my cheese, macaroni
C way, all over the world like Sony