G.n.S

Jack Flack, baby

Rip up your Fendi, tear up your bape

And my forces circle the estate (808 made this one)

(Irving Culture South)

Rip up your Fendi, tear up your bape, boy

Look

You ain't never done a joolie in your life, you coppa

Can ask about me I'm in love with the team

Mum knows I'm a well known trapper

Still in the field like Salah

No one could ever give me no bad -

Kzee is a well known -

Still in the T tryna serve this food outta drums, no pepper

He backed his -, I laughed and I back my -

What's the matter? I'm in the middle of the field like Mata

Try and force me, watch your face get -

Force it like I'm gon' get -

And my forces circle the estate

I'm not alone, least I'll bring a few mates, could be - so I'm H

I step, wear hash and - brains

How they got the nerve to talk on my name?

Your boss got -, that new one on mains

Please don't slip, feel nothin' but pain

Now he's drippin' it, talk about rain

And I feel just playin' my role, she plays her role and it's not due 'cause

See me, I'm too anti-source

PTSD with all of my bros, having flashbacks when I score that goal

Me and my slides were stuck like glue

They all slimy, got shavy blue

I love when two get done in a week

I love the HIBs, the Gs, that's gon' bootin' when the rest got -

While I grind and stack, suspicious lad

Rip up your Fendi, tear up your bape

I was stuck in the country and I light my - with the vape

This life ain't great

Rule old boy and my face is ape

My pagans lie, why? I'm tryna send chicos sky high

Doin' - 'cause best friends live as a high, lie

I'm in the - and I serve these -

Funny looks at the - I told my worker, don't panic

Said that he's onto my bro, no way, he's taking Xanax

Said that he's onto my bro, no way, he's taking Xanax

He's taking Xanax

I sing my -, I force elegant, like a horse and I'm busting doors

Cage and I turn up -, lil' bro do it too and he never got taught

Look after the brim, can't, can't get caught

Swinging in -, no signs from the porch

Teaching big man lessons, that's my -

Feel like we're sauce you know, my - ephemeral

Throw out your cloths Jose, left him in a state

Then it's back to the base, I'm steppin'

Skrrt, skrrt, can't bucket the jakes

Gossip irate myself and her fate

Traumatised youth, that's G.N.S.

Yes, my style's 'til Judgement Day

Look, I'm in the Bando Nine, so don't think I'm gonna make it home

I'm in -, two phones, me and Bobo tryna make that go

Me and Kayfo - up, I'ma ride and get problems solved

But I ain't tryna end up like them -, the pagans know

That's me and Bobo, 'til I turn off them, 'til I turn off them, they know

I'm in the T and I -, no snow

Tryna keep low, they ask, say no

I made fifty in this tracky, no cap, this offense -

And you can never show Gandhi, you're not involved

Like you could get smoked

We don't do this for clout, please know I'm the realest about, 'bout

I know that I've plugged, know that I'm bougie

Most of them won't go over and out

I don't blame them too, it's - to rob every damn youth in my town

Still tryna beat that - clown, still tryna beat that - clown

I love when two get done in a week

I love the HIBs, the Gs, that's gon' bootin' when the rest got -

While I grind and stack, suspicious lad

I love when two get done in a week

I love the HIBs, the Gs, that's gon' bootin' when the rest got -

While I grind and stack, suspicious lad

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