Lethal B

[Intro]
Reckon my G's can't step on my feet
I don't play with beef
I turn up the streets
ZHOCOLD MUSIC
Lethal B
Free all my G's
One got nicked for the mash and two got nicked, 'cah they SMB

[Verse 1]
Out on the L with the blicky tucked (Gang-gang)
Lucky he put on his burners
Would've been pissed if the gang caught up (He would've)
Any opp block we go I know that gang's tryna turn it up (We are)
They're playing my tune like turn it up
When one of us lets this blick get blickin'
You know that gang tryna hit them up (Bow, bow)
Purple mask like Donatello (Ah)
Hello, you don't wanna hear this echo (You don't)
Are you sure that you're down for this game?
LOL, the toys over here ain't Lego (They ain't)
This ain't no average weed, this weed is far from mellow
Don't do verbs' on the net, know I'll buck into them like "Hello" (Hello)
Bells come fat like Deno (Yo)
He try swim and shoulda worn Speedos (Should've)
Just need a half a box of rips
Like should we shout Money or T for the reload? (Who, who?)
Older bro M love giving me tips
For him I'd do it and stick to the G code (I would)
Lack get slapped with a G lock (Bow)
Flick shank show man effort
Or grab this mash and grab some leathers (Grab it)
Slap this one, best pray these shots don't bend like Beckham's
9/10 when Sparkz backs it tryna send man hell or heaven (Eugh)
Still tryna do it with 1D, oh shit I meant D1 (Oh shit)
Been my bro since late year 7 (Broski)
I heard them man try vio'
We filled up the wap and jumped in the dings (Bow, bow)
They all in denial when buck into us all salty like fish (Why?)
I don't need no busted wrist
I'll cop me a mash and bust this clip (I would)
The other side bunch of clowns
They see us and dash and still get chinged
Slap that Z on the scales, slap me an opp on the scales as well (Ah)
All of these risks man take for the L
Man do it in jail tryna buss mans mail (I do it)
Feds got the mandem going through hell
But not like the G's who didn't get bail
K1 in this rassclart spliff. you ain't getting no twos
No, you can't inhale (You can't)

[Chorus]
Reckon my G's can't step on my feet (Nah)
I don't play with beef (No way)
I turn up the streets (Pow, pow)
Lethal B (Pow, pow)
Free all my G's
One got nicked for the mash and two got nicked, 'cah they SMB (Free 'em)

[Verse 2]
This brown ting just getting me vexed (Fuck off)
My white ting give the maddest neck (Eurgh)
This lightie come way too sweet
But don't wanna fuck, 'cah I fucked her friend (My bad)
But I'm in the bando, that's Teeway
If I get grabbed I won't speak like Phineas (I won't)
YP, I'm tryna make me a million
KO man's clart when I'm tryna get Drilliam (Bow bow)
All of these black boys run off with packs
So I need me a white boy looking like Tintin (I do)
More time my Lyca ringing, so I ain't got time for a missus (I ain't)
Free all my guys that locked in the system
Some soon home and some with a pigeon (Free 'em)
I was locked up, boxed up, rid it
Now I'm fresh home where the money where is it (Where him deh?)
Bro slapped two, hit one
The corn weren't shit stop telling them lies (Dickhead)
Anytime four-door buss their mandem cut like a bunch of flies (Haha)
I'm tryna cut man down to size
Don't slip when Sin Squad's going on a glide (Don't slip)
They see tape on the block
And immediately think that sinners dem just past by (Skrrt)
Who you think got down-? (Sinners)
Who you think got down-? (Sinners)
Who you think got down shh
You know I can't talk on that one, 'cah they got the mandem locked in the bin (They do)
Bad B saw this dots, she weren't that shocked, so I brought it in (I did)
Bro brought 1 on a glide watch an opp hopscotch when he let that rinse (Bow)

[Chorus]
Reckon my G's can't step on my feet (Nah)
I don't play with beef, (No way)
I turn up the streets (Pow, pow)
Lethal B (Pow pow)
Free all my G's
One got nicked for the mash and two got nicked, 'cah they SMB (Free 'em)
Reckon my G's can't step on my feet (Nah)
I don't play with beef, (No way)
I turn up the streets (Pow, pow)
Lethal B (Pow pow)
One got nicked for the mash and two got nicked, 'cah they SMB (Free 'em)