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Who are you? It doesn't matter who we are No-one cared who I was Till I put on the mask If I rise that dots slap that off If I hear there's opps in the party Ha Ha Glee Easy If I rise that dots slap that off J got oh deleted Bro said keep holding a high line So Ye flick that ultralight its beaming Step step on the mic with reason Or man step on like Mike with demons Like P only Glee for reason GBH ain't nothing like treason RV If I hear there's opps in the party Send out the hitters we dont need invites 2 hands on the 12 like midnight Wait for that yute to drop like a midwife We put skengs in the car Were big quefers Fuck a flick knife I dont know about Kendrick Lamar We're big steppers You know what my clique's like STIX are up Niggas fucked Mangos splattered That's fruit ninja I had me a 15 turned 18 Didn't swap that out but this ones bigger I'd rather a digger than a rusty trigger For verbal abuse we're claiming your nigga Don't clean no bells for the swisher Baseball bat on the side of my hat but In the field im a pitcher Brum town boy cuh you know the fixture OT trips I done up in Zimba Its more than heat that simmers Australian heat we dont use swimmers Stolen heat stolen dingers I'll cut to the Tea for Dinner Shoutout RV that's my nigga My new ting might wake up the neighbours So im Tryna locate me a whistle Skeng in the AM Got a dismissal That's how I know that my Lawyers offical Bro said I go way too far Cos I bring out big Waps over something little Remember those times when I stepper out twinning Matching shanks Me in the middle? I don't get sturdy or Woo walk I'm a stepper and that's true talk If you talk bout 22Gs can't be Woodgreen So its gotta be New York If you see me I got it Come on you know that's the usual 44 Bulldog this aint no poodle 2 STIX like I'm tryna eat noodles
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