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AGB
It's like the real hitters are back on the rebound
Done been having Camden in a headlock
Are you listening?
Free BA, free Hitman, free AR
R.I.P the f**king realest, hit this sh*t
AM to the O made this one, you know
The works in Camden's gotta be opps, ha
Of course I lied

I just stepped with bro bro
Taped off a postcode
Sh*t then sh*t, I just caused me a mess
My soliciter's talking ten
So you know I gotta take stress out on them
Circle around and around like karma
Send me an opp, I creep up and kweng
I ain't looking for love like Kiki
Step with DD and squeeze at them (ey, ey)
How you nae-nae that way?
Shoulda seen man dance when I let that spray
H shot three in a day and Alert got two when he backed his blade
I got, I got the unknown T on my face
One V9, two dot-dots
Men held a TKO that day
The wrist went kickback, so cray cray
The works in Camden's gotta be opps, ha
Of course I lied
Don't do nothing but hide
Got me risking freedom if we use this ride
It's so imminent that I'm militant to them oppositional figures
Dominant in them dingers
Man's so sparked and when I'm in it
And when the case come so rebellious
Fu-f**k the Five-O's, I'm telling them
Mix the Codeine with Phenergan
Lips like Kylie, come, give header then
They thought it was me so they sight him
It don't count when you shoot civilians
I didn't like that they thought it was man they shot
So I came right back like Bellerín
Them man wheeling up our tunes
I was on the opp-block, tryna wheel up a booting
More time, hop out of the wiz
Or lean out and start shooting
Blud are you f**king stupid?
I came home and I caused me a nuisance
These chestshots ain't from Cupid
We leave man dead in the Five, all clueless
Them man wheeling up our tunes
I was on the opp-block, tryna wheel up a booting
More time, hop out of the wiz
Or lean out and start shooting
Blud are you f**king stupid?
I came home and I caused me a nuisance
These chestshots ain't from Cupid
We leave man dead in the Five, all clueless

I'm in the Five with this Tina Turner
Like designer, but I ain't talking drip
Five bills on shoes, better happen
I just put five on a ding-dong whip
Bro put eight on a dot-dot stick
This blood gon' drip when I hit man's wig
Rideout, when I ride, your p*ss
Tinted whip and two loaded sticks
AGB, now [?] on fleek
Don't get it twisted, I still step with heat
Aigan bop on paigon blocks
Don't do sh*t drills with an empty T
Free Broadday, gunplay, 9ft mazza
Bro's way too PG
Free Hitman, shoot and dip man
Free Armed Response, free my GG's
I'm p*ssed
Triple-S took so many trips now the paigons hide
I can't find these pricks?
Sh*t, then sh*t
Blitz too loose, man, slide with him
Try do a mask off like Future
Nearly forgot how the man there snitch
It was me and Ash with a dot-dot ting
F**k the ratio when the redbone split
They give verbal and we get round
And they caption in pics: „That the good die young?“
Home and Away
Can't ride on my block, cah I'll turn a white tee all red like Bayern
I'm f**king tired
Like, how they giving verbal?, i'm f**king puzzled
Cah when 'Mizz got left in pieces
No coming back like a jigsaw puzzle
Them man wheeling up our tunes
I was on the opp-block, tryna wheel up a booting
More time, hop out of the wiz
Or lean out and start shooting
Blud are you f**king stupid?
I came home and I caused me a nuisance
These chestshots ain't from Cupid
We leave man dead in the Five, all clueless
Them man wheeling up our tunes
I was on the opp-block, tryna wheel up a booting
More time, hop out of the wiz
Or lean out and start shooting
Blud are, you f**king stupid?
I came home and I caused me a nuisance
These chestshots ain't from Cupid
We leave man dead in the Five, all clueless

Them men wheeling up our tunes
I was on the opp-block, tryna wheel up a booting

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