Six Pack Abs

(chorus 1)
We sending six shots to his back
What you know about living in dis crap
My men got straight up attack
My gyal got six pack abs
Lotta choppas when we pull up the man
Lotta hoes on our dicks and they really tryna scam
We sending shots, now they rlly tryna scram
Big shots, we’re heating up a can

(verse x1)
Big mans tings pulling in a rover
Gyal come in the couple, see da boner
Big headed opps
Tryna pull turnovers
Wagwan mate
, tryna be a “show her”
She don’t want no man living in da slums
I don’t want no bros running out of rum
Running through his home
Shooting at his mum
He don’t want no beef
, he don’t got that gun
He don’t want no beef
Cooking up da stew
He don’t want us near
Coming with da crew
I be chillin innit, laid out with my boo
Scooby dooby doo, where the fuck is you
You owe 20 quid, gimmе my food
If u tryna run it back, we gon fuck up the mood
If u try to play it nice, wе gon be as nice as you

(chorus 2)
We sending six shots to his back
What you know about living in dis crap
My men got straight up attack
My gyal got six pack abs
Lotta choppas when we pulling up man
Lotta hoes on our dicks tryna scam
We sending shots, now they rlly tryna scram
Big shots, we’re heating up a can

(Verse x2)
4 Rambo turn around tryna catch me. Tryna turn me on like a ghosty beat, look at you your a fucking neek. Get the fuck out my bed sheets. She tight round me she come near me she fuck all week