Southside, got a lot of my niggas ridin' some numbers No instruments, in other ways, . 22 was drummin' Me and Tete taking turns with this hoe from out of London Shooking on influencers, doing all this gun fundin' Gets tiring, no cap, I brung niggas that really got bodies to whilin' Put racks on her body, for you she just went up in price Flew the chicken, forgot to link her I lost track of the time I never cared for no comments and I never cared for no lies I started not doing my belt up made it look cool, belt to ass Used to see my Pagans, take them to school Furthermore, I used to put my Pagans in hospitals I'm kinda pissed I never turned none packed but, fuck it, we move And I don't need to get gyals to drink liquor to make them off their pants They're doing it because I'm Clav, doing it because I rap Demon time, I wasn't black Say you real, I know you cap 'bout Any work you claim, you put in but let's not get into that Fill my Louis duffel bag up with nothing but Louis drip First day out, Loopy tweaking like Nettles drop me a stick Go ask 'bout Nettles before he ever made him a hit The only guy not from my hood that can call me Nettles is— Flew out the backseat of a Nissan and fed 706 I'm not a snake I'm not a snitch, I'ma keep talking my shit Give me two days and I bet you I'll be walking down this bitch In a luxury hotel that she didn't know exists But if she's shit at sucking dick she won't be seeing me again Free up Flacko, we put in work and I was with him in the cage And since I turned famous, barely anything remained the same Pockets got fatter, pocket rocket in haka Me and the M just bought a Tracker More than ten racks on Mecca shotting missed and it don't matter I sold dutty to the cats, not the green, not the matcher Match day, you ain't got your boots, don't size up C-L-A-V I done a drill Monday morning should've been tagging with keeks I'ma blur his name but **** till this day it's still dropping heat Drop a nigga out if he rats, you knew to not talk to police I revved up couple BBLs, but I prefer them all petite I sponsored couple BBLs for gyals I ain't ever see But when I touch there city, I'm getting my money's worth Fuck her like my life depends on it and make her tummy hurt Don't bring that buss down next to mine put it back in the fucking dirt The way your jeweler bumped you he's gotta think you're fucking nerd Fuck whatever you heard, that Bally on ain't scaring no one I asked around who you shot or stabbed and they all told me no one Asking who's my rapper friends with my chest I told them no one Let's just make songs and fuck off back to wherever we come from If you don't put in or step out, don't ever talk on no beef Talkin's free who made up the saying that talking was cheap? I said fuck the culli last time, I apologise Cutting through the hood in one I used to be on pedal bike H. M. P home made knife and a towel round my face when I'm on exercise She's lucky that she fucked me once unlucky I had a second time Popping doors, scoring points, used to make me happy I can't sign out like it's nothing I did cheffings with no Bally I can't forget where I come from but where I come from is baggage 7K for the fit, told her tell her mom, that I play for Palace Fill the remote up when I land, I CBA to pack it Don't ever talk on my credit, boy, you've never been active