Hoods Hottest┃P110

[Verse]
In a rental, this a 20 plate
In a lamb truck eating pepper steak
I'm bringing hell, for heavens sake
Cali packs only time I see a wedding cake
Married to the street, think it need divorcing
Just free Riz for that scorpion
Tell him don't slip, take caution
We don't jump man, I ain't Jordan
44's looking for a 4some
Diamonds like they fed lights, you can see em from a mile off
Actin' like they on til' they sign off
I remember me up in Tameside, push keys, ain't minor
Different pack but the same buyer
I can't send my location, I use Santana
I might be with that burner boy
I'll ruin mans plans
I don't need no gang gang, bang bang
It was me when you heard the noise
On burst, no switcher
Been in more dirt than a slipper
Free Racks that's my nigga, they gave him extra like a tipper
Big sauce, big dripper
Flexin' with [?] that's my nigga
The way I burn this money man this money ain't a thing
Heard he's on the wing, now I'm tryna clip his wings
Big bag on his head, gonna have to pull strings
I'm tryna repent but I'm still bringing sins
And go check my CV, I'm good with all my [?]
These ain't grills boy I'm picking up gold teeth
All these blessings, why they stressin man they chose me
In my profession boy I'm destined, I'm goatee
Man they wishing that I stop every time that I drop
Free [?] 10 times, I was in the same spot
I'm spinnin straight drop, never had a day job
I put it in the water like it's fucking Radox on a cherry pie
They thought I was born in June, all because they see the gem-in-I
If I raise the right arm you might testify
Way before the car rentals, I had an enterprise
You niggas ain't real, I can't recognise
My younger pumped up and energised
He keeps suttin in the cheeks, ain't nuttin like cellulite
My wrist looking bag of gold like a [?]
Had me doing time, I was watching time tick
I was posted on your crib like a fucking sky dish
And my nigga hit a lick, he was up in Knightsbridge
You only just turnt bad, you was never like this
I took them trips on the M way
I get Miyagi-Do so you know I chop bricks, I'm a sensei
Call me Daniel son
Flick knife, big 9 I can handle one
My niggas squeezing shot
My block Carolina reaper hot
Ching a nigga couldn't tell if he could breathe or not
My niggas on top, he's like a pizza shop
See man catch corn, he didn't need the cob
On crime, steppin' in my black airs
No 419 when I give a man squares
From going in the boot, I ain't picking out spares
They saying I'm the truth, all these other man weird