Jammy

[Verse 1: P Money]
I checked my connect, he said "P, what'd you fancy?"
Open the car boot, this must be Hamley's
Man know what I get like when I'm angry
Got better toy stories to tell than Andy's
I be rolling with a Birmingham don
Up and down the country, man are moving anti
Money and other tings stashed at his auntie's
Man's gotta make it by doing this
'Cause me singing ain't gonna be no plan B
Two shots, watch them all pour cranberry
I be in the rave with Danny who might be on pills
Couple lines or maybe just mandy
But he's handy and his bag comes in handy
If he disappears and you try a ting
Whether or not you drink, I'll lick you with brandy
[?] and phone Candice
I told them

[Chorus: P Money]
I've got connects in Manny
En route to my new ting's addy
I'm rolling with smoke in an Addi
They ain't even got a fistful of ammi
I know real OGs from South
That won't let you kill a P 'cause I'm family
I don't talk, man recognise real
You was on a bread ting, you're jammy

[Verse 2: Killa P]
Yo, P Money and a Killa, it's a madness
Man never thought this would happen
Like the first time that you heard Killa and Badness
Shut down the place, it's a madness
Unnu dun know 'bout mi sound
Me make 'nuff teeth scatter pon ground
Unnu can't diss P Money nuh Killa for realla
The realest cuh we run the town
We run the place
We will tie up a boy just like shoelace
Put gunshot inna mout' just like toothpaste
[?] travel just like a suitcase
Anna nuttin' fi di Killa man set di pace
Anna nuttin' fi P Money run di race
Know say mi gun dem venomous
Buy my gun dem fi 110 of us

[Chorus: P Money]
I've got connects in Manny
En route to my new ting's addy
I'm rolling with smoke in an Addi
They ain't even got a fistful of ammi
I know real OGs from South
That won't let you kill a P 'cause I'm family
I don't talk, man recognise real
You was on a bread ting, you're jammy

[Chorus: P Money]
I've got connects in Manny
En route to my new ting's addy
I'm rolling with smoke in an Addi
They ain't even got a fistful of ammi
I know real OGs from South
That won't let you kill a P 'cause I'm family
I don't talk, man recognise real

[Verse 3: Lady Chann]
Killa P, P Money, stop your noise
Lady Chann pon the track on time
Think clearly, don't fantisise
Lyrical skeng in a female guise
This here ah di queen of the UK grime
Spin the track with 'nuff rewind
Spin the track with 'nuff rewind
We tell dem, yo, yo, yo
Yo, yo, yo, we lock dat
Ice cream, come freeze up dat
You nuh hear me? Peel it back
Step back, we nuh tek backchat
Clart back in your tracks and brap
Strip it down, make you walk in socks
Flow natty, dreadlock
Unnu time, don't start watch clock

[Chorus: P Money]
I've got connects in Manny
En route to my new ting's addy
I'm rolling with smoke in an Addi
They ain't even got a fistful of ammi
I know real OGs from South
That won't let you kill a P 'cause I'm family
I don't talk, man recognise real
You was on a bread ting, you're jammy

[Chorus: P Money]
I've got connects in Manny
En route to my new ting's addy
I'm rolling with smoke in an Addi
They ain't even got a fistful of ammi
I know real OGs from South
That won't let you kill a P 'cause I'm family
I don't talk, man recognise real
You was on a bread ting, you're jammy