[Chorus]
25 in my gun, I got a new clip
Everybody strapped up, they don't use it
My g at the pot, that's a new whip
Get shot in your mouth for your loose lips
I trust god but I still got my bulletproof
Never rap about shit that I wouldn't do
Run up in any yard if it's full of food
New hammer got a kick like Buckaroo

[Verse]
Violate me, rude boy that's the wrong route
Holla' little cus', tell him come get the runs out
Pattern full to the top outside your mums house
Prick got hit then I heard that he clocked out
My guy got the Glock with the beam on
Shoot first, RM I don't freeze up
My team ain't the guys you can scheme on
Big gun that'll blow your wig clean off
I'm a rеal bad boy from Highgate
New clip, now therе's 25 in my 9 mate
Fuck feds bro, they don't even try chase
I'll have the C63 goin' sideways
Got the Russian on deck, no Vladimir
Any club that I go, I got the hammer there
Right hook sit a man down like he had a chair
Fuck cameras, I'll still do the mazza there
Any time I see my Opp, I'ma' chase him
Shave him, Remtrex on the same ting
.44 that'll blow your rib cage in
No gym clothes in the bag, he's got the gauge in
OG's washed up, tryna hang with kids
Prick ain't got heart to go bang his ting
Rambo's on deck, my yg's go sick
I cheffed man and he didn't know that he's been dipped
Fuck a S3 fam, I'm tryna cop a urus
Them man are send outs, we're the shot callers
***** got the red beam on the Taurus
GP on my skin, had me in the saunas
Rob plugs, I don't never run kilos
Catch me in the Lambo with the tints all black
700 breakstop, it don't need remaps
Catch me on the supers, bad bitch on the back

[Chorus]
25 in my gun, I got a new clip
Everybody strapped up, they don't use it
My g at the pot, that's a new whip
Get shot in your mouth for your loose lips
I trust god but I still got my bulletproof
Never rap about shit that I wouldn't do
Run up in any yard if it's full of food
New hammer got a kick like Buckaroo