| Grrt |
| The amount of money I’m gonna be making would hurt your parents' feelings (Ah) |
| Remember the class where I taught you all how to make it rain? |
| That’s what I’m gonna be doing every single night |
| (Carns Hill production) |
| I can teach you to rap (Woo, woo) |
| I can teach you to trap (Eurgh) |
| I can teach you to take this hand ting apart (Brr, brr) |
| Clean up and grease this mash |
| Been ten years in this ting and I still feel young |
| I swear it’s just mad (Mad) |
| Been ten years and guys have nothing to show |
| I swear it’s just sad (Bruh) |
| We’re the reason a man turned pack |
| Put my life on the line for the set (Gang) |
| Put aside all the pride, all the fame and respect (Gang, gang, gang) |
| Jump in the stolen car (Skrrt), tryna stop man’s heart (Woo) |
| Put man on a stretcher (Woo) |
| See an opp, man aim for the neck (dickdickdip) |
| He’s lucky I fleshed man’s arm instead (dickdickdip) |
| OT trips for the money, been through weeks, kinda miss my bed (Brr) |
| Three thousand pebs in the whip |
| Just see feds, gotta take that left (Skrrt, skrrt) |
| Trap boy with the dark and light, I don’t know nothin' about pills or meth |
| Half-a-brick of cocaïna (Cocaïna) comin' in from Medellín (Woo) |
| Just see it touch in customs (Mmm), are they not tryna let it in? (No) |
| See, I can never live off benefits, so I bought a phone with a SIM-Card credited |
| This music help man levellin', but I still fuck with the .38 specialist (Brap) |
| This lightskin ting is a feminist, tellin' me, «Kweng, you’re way too menacin'». |
| (Ayy, come here) |
| There’s no way man’s deadin' it, there is no way this beef is settlin' |
| I can teach you to rap |
| I can teach you to trap (I can teach you) |
| I can teach you to take this hand ting apart (Oi, oi) |
| Clean up and grease this mash (Oi, oi) |
| Been ten years in this ting and I still feel young |
| I swear it’s just mad (Mad) |
| Been ten years and guys have nothing to show |
| I swear it’s just sad (Bruh) |
| We’re the reason a man turned pack (Brr) |
| I can teach you to rap |
| I can teach you to trap (Oi) |
| I can teach you to take this hand ting apart (Hand ting apart) |
| Clean up and grease this mash (Brr, brr, brr) |
| Been ten years in this ting and I still feel young |
| I swear it’s just mad (Mad) |
| Been ten years and guys have nothing to show |
| I swear it’s just sad (Bruh) |
| We’re the reason a man turned pack |
| Swing this fifteen inch (dickdickdip) |
| Twenty-two inch, yeah, I call that a Zeddy (dickdickdip) |
| Won’t stop 'til I see some fleshy (Splash) |
| Skat skat still tryna take man’s breathy (Splash) |
| Got Luga bells on deck |
| True say I need some bells for the speshy' (Uh-uh) |
| If I dig out your plaits, man ruin your hat (dickdickdip) |
| Now your head’s back messy (dickdickdip) |
| If I went to jail, would these fans still love me? (Would they?) |
| If I give this sweet one a yute |
| In five years time, would this ting just rub me? |
| Going hard 'til my family’s comfy |
| My bro done an M and dipped out the country (Skrrt, skrrt) |
| Told bae-bae, «Please don’t judge me, the route that I came is a whole leap of |
| fuckeries» |
| Opps get turn into skunkweed, man talked tough |
| Then he died, unlucky |
| Ride, ride, fling that brucky (Bap) |
| Snoop done a drill, tryna go for the kill (Glah, bap) |
| But he got unlucky (Woo) |
| We’re still tryna get them puppies (Eurgh) |
| I just bought me a rusty spinner (Glap) |
| If I pull up and slap this trigger, these hollow tip bells will khalaas your |
| nigga (Bap) |
| I can teach you to rap |
| I can teach you to trap (I can) |
| I can teach you to take this hand ting apart |
| Clean up and grease this mash (Ay-ay) |
| Been ten years in this ting and I still feel young |
| I swear it’s just mad (Ayy) |
| Been ten years and guys have nothing to show |
| I swear it’s just sad (Bruh) |
| We’re the reason a man turned pack |
| I can teach you to rap |
| I can teach you to trap (Eurgh) |
| I can teach you to take this hand ting apart (Hand ting apart) |
| Clean up and grease this mash (Brr, brr) |
| Been ten years in this ting and I still feel young |
| I swear it’s just mad (Oi-oi) |
| Been ten years and guys have nothing to show |
| I swear it’s just sad (Washed) |
| We’re the reason a man turned pack |
| Literally, man |
| (Scratch mixed it) |
| Man’s done it, been there and done that |
| Lowe that |