Back and better
They want man locked in the can forever
Nasty knifings, dampin' sweaters
Free the guys, free the guys
Buh-buh-buh, Booter
I'm back and better
Stepped out the wok, straight out of the block 'cah I swing my cheffer (Swing)
Sun's out, guns out, give me a reason (Baow)
Jump out, squeeze it (Baow), change that weather
My opps are bitches, chat like women, call them the real housewives of Cheshire
Studio man, give this one a censor, on mother's life, it's pepper
Give it a year, the fans will say I'm the best at drill
My manager's tellin' me,"Stop" when my head gets hot, someone's gettin' shot where them man chill (Baow, baow)
I've had enough of these lies (Ask)
I'ma start askin' real rappers who have they fried (Who you fried?)
Ask me the question, I'll tell you in seconds
Who-who-who, what, where and why
They had man locked inside, I came back with criminal ties
I came with links for straps, I'm finally gettin' more nine X bine
I'm finally gettin' more corn for the 4s (Finally)
One shot, send man to the sky
Bro is the real life 21 Savage, he shanked up TJ twenty-one times (Ching)
Are you-are you-are you fuckin' mad?
They know that my shooters are tapped
Free GetRound, got bagged in a ride
Section 5 of the firearms act (Free bro)
**** drivin' a whip, shit, I swear that bro's on a driving ban
Spot me an opp, flick the safety off
Jump out the wizz tryna smoke them man (Baow)
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I'm back and better
Stepped out the wok, straight out of the block 'cah I swing my cheffer (Swing)
Sun's out, guns out, give me a reason
Jump out, squeeze it (Baow), change that weather (Baow)
My opps are bitches, chat like women, call them the real housewives of Cheshire
Studio man, give this one a censor, on mother's life, it's pepper
I really do what I say in my lyrics, the picture I paint in your head is vivid (Nasty)
They try say that shotties are shit, he screamed like a bitch when them pellets hit him (Pussy)
They wanna know how Booter's livin' (Trust-trust-trust me, they don't)
My head's hot and my heart is cold
If my head gets hot, someone's gettin' smoked (Baow)
Push my buttons, I'll push this safety off, broad day, slap corn out the pole (Gang)
Swing this 'chetes, don't run like Levz, 'cah in centre I chinged up three in a row (Facts)
Told little bro, better keep it low, if the feds ask questions, keep it (Shh)
I told PMan better watch his tone
He decided to raise his voice, so I left him stretched on Walworth Road
We chinged up Dakz, who's next? Don't go (Who's next? Who's next?)
Get man down, me, M and Bino, they know that's a dangerous trio (Know)
They brought a knife to a gun fight, must've smokin' spice like GO (Bi-bi-bisshead)
I'm a problem, police don't like me, I burst my burner, ask my PO
(Go ask her)
I'm back and better
Stepped out the wok, straight out of the block 'cah I swing my cheffer
Sun's out, guns out, give me a reason
Jump out (Baow), squeeze it (Baow), change that weather (Baow, baow)
My opps are bitches, chat like women, call them the real housewives of Cheshire
Studio man, give this one a censor, on mother's life, it's pepper (It's flamin')
