作词 : Skengdo/Jay Slapit/AM 作曲 : Skengdo/AM Ay listen, free the ****** mandem Ay Jayslapit, home soon man Shout my bruddas, AM, Skengdo, You know, the realest, the realest Hollow's got that juice Sixteen, I was tryna aim at hats Fifteen, I was tryna play with waps Fourteen years, it coulda turned me mad 3 JaySlap, it’s really hurting man Sixteen, I was tryna aim at hats Fifteen, I was tryna play with waps Fourteen years, it coulda turned me mad 3 JaySlap, it’s really hurting man Ride in their strip, everyone gon' cry Their most on yute got cheffed and he died My boys still here and we all gon' shine Fling that corn, watch it bend like Beckham I back my shank, take a next mans eye Call you Dave but you're slipping in Streatham Get the location, we'll be there in five Stupid guy, ay, ay Back that, back that, crash that, crash that Uh, diligent step Beg man come this way, mans turning that pack And, see this fat shank, it's mad Can't even fit in my ******* bag (It can't) So, it's down mans side with the box all mad Looking like one grandad Ay, I won't chase you when I got asthma And I'm smoking all of this ganja Little man thinks he's badder Told little man he should have some manners Let me just slide on dem Pull up on dem, they're cutting defo (Some *******) *****s was blending trees and bushes Them man moving like geckos (Some *******) If I spin it on man, no hello's Water man down, see him shake like jello And I hate when I seem them freddos Dumb *****s tryna earn some medals **** **** got you feeling all mellow My **** might take off your head though (It's true) They knock down the fields like lego Then they gave us some pretty meadows (Oh man, real ****) Sixteen, I was tryna aim at hats Fifteen, I was tryna play with waps Fourteen years, it coulda turned me mad 3 JaySlap, it’s really hurting man One phone call I coulda turned him Pac Ten man cuttin' when they heard it's man Beat out fam, I was a virgin akh Billed that ***** and now I'm burnin dat Big man ting, I never caught them feelings I was in the field tryna peel it, peel it One way road, tryna wheel it, wheel it Fifteen inch for the eediat, eediat Oh, give him a beating Calm right now, don't give me a reason Never shoulda lacked, I mean it, mean it Dotty in the ride, I beat it, beat it Who's that? What's that? Doing up combat No one ain't on that, back your drone Surely, surely, she was all naughty Gimme that .40, black and old No one call my name When I back this blade and I aim at throats Roll with mine and I think they know Cah they talk that wass but they don't want smoke This gauge looks better on me Can't wait to fill it with teeth My dentist jealous of me Cop boots, don't get a receipt No tags, I'm getting it cheap Big back, she's getting a jeet No cap, I'm getting a freak ******, ****** on all of them creeps Sixteen, I was tryna aim at hats Fifteen, I was tryna play with waps Fourteen years, it coulda turned me mad 3 JaySlap, it’s really hurting man Sixteen, I was tryna aim at hats Fifteen, I was tryna play with waps Fourteen years, it coulda turned me mad 3 JaySlap, it’s really hurting man Crud talk on the music, typical, They try to think they're lyrical Can't beat me, settings on difficult, 'nuff times that they tried, mythical Free up the bro's in the cage, Soon home, gotta beat this case Money still make, gotta eat this cake, I need to get paid, bando till late Done for charges, looking all bait, Mackerel or tuna, whip up the plate Used to be clips in R's, Now they got a ***** doing dips in the yard Me and Y.AM Sav doing bits in the car, Tryna leave the Six where they are Me and Buckshot, we was way too active, Came jail and I got down Active, wrapped it You know them boy love acting, Grey foot telling me I'm attractive I ain't your normal savage, Why you think that they call me SlapIt?