Testo Are You With Them?

So much ink in the ting
Is it a pen or a strap?
So much opp on the block
That's why man got tanned
So much gyal turned freak
Always preeing man
So much P in the box
Man just call that bank
Yo, why does man wanna call my bluff
When I know that he's not on stuff?
I was out here straight with the mob
Grabbed that, couple man's shirt got tore
Mandem thought I was gonna say rob
Man better know that I'm on some stuff
Came on road with the dirty grub
Had a little beef with a couple of thugs
Dem man dere tried duck me out
Till I turned round and put man down
G-O-N-Z to the O
Catch me out here in Levi's clothes
Smelling of cro
Your girl wants some, man, I be like "no" I'm my own star with my friends dem
Niggas better know I'm never stressing
Bodyslam man like wrestling
I don't know who the ras that you're testing
If I can't catch you, chef up the best friend, whoa
Gonz gonna put man straight on his toes
Don't care if you do road or obes
Whole of the team keep it sho
Man out here not tryna be broke
Man out here just tryna make dough

Money upfront
I want five bags daily inside my Levi's
Yeah
That's a two-five stack on each side
I put food in the mouth to some big man moving like babies
Now they wanna bite hands and talk rough
That's why I cannot rate these guys
Shoulda let 'em starve or freeze, I'll bark and screech
They ain't got recep' and talk is cheap
So I'm gonna make sure that the job done first time, burst mine
And I've got YGs with a bag full of alkaline
A straw and [?]
So I ain't even gotta do nuttin', I just send 'em there
But I leave through the front like dem man dere
I ain't dem man, where were they when I handle it?
I was chilling on the left [?] stairs, ask Pozer
And I'm what dem man fear so they talk
Burning ears is the only [?]
'Cause I really pepper [?]
Don't need pepper for wings and chips
Peng girl giving man things and bits
White girl with no pussy or tits
Black ting leave man covered in blood, take the piss and survive
But a bag is where you'll shit
And I ain't even on all that 'cause I know they'll snitch
Duppy man and roll to his night night, you know what it is
Fix me a plate, fix me a drink
Gyal try wine on me but I'm cool cuh I dance with my ting
And I'll light up the hall when her arse on this ting
Mad Max, juju man but don't ask for my ring

So much ink in the ting
Is it a pen or a strap?
So much opp on the block
That's why man got tanned
So much gyal turned freak
Always preeing man
So much P in the box
Man just call that bank

The setup round here's all different
RIP to my pagans, I miss them
I found it fun lurking, tryna get them
Oh well, onto the next, who's with them?
Are you with them?
If they say they are, we'll wig them
No ikkle man round here, just big them
Man ah roll up and spliff them
Are you with them?
Rhetorical question, already saw you with them
Death by association, hitmen
Throw you in the trash but we ain't no bin men

Work in the bando, clean that right up
All my niggas trap and they whip that right up
Big back ting, tell her mop that right up
Man got amm, am I like that?
Five Star Gen, general five star
Tool go wild, have you niggas doing high jumps
Shit leave you effed up, fuck your whole life up
Man's got toast to retire man's lineup
Think you need to kick back, dargy, your time's up
Back from the jailhouse, pour me a champers
Me and ACE come shut down your campus
Pigs on my back like hoods on jumpers
Nah, I don't star with these actors
Pussy boy, what? Why you acting, actress?
Team stay tight like bras on a fat bitch
Aim at your headback, leave man canvas
Got no manners, pardon my actions
Man play dirt on the field, that's foulness
Big .44, buzz, buzz, ring
Mandem know where your house is
Bruddas do traps, bruddas got packs
See, dem packs are the loudest
Dem man are rats, dem man slack
Dem man sit like couches

Been out here from when I was a young G
Done know that these niggas wanna slump me
Done know that these jakes wan' lock me
Couldn't give a toss 'cause I roll with my army
Tizzy Gang, that's my team
Don't give a fuck, I will tear your spleen
Tear your spleen, yeah, I'm out for the green
Out for the green so I hit that trap
Hit that trap and I ain't coming back
Ain't coming back till I've got that stack
Back to the ends where I'm gonna go splash
Phone up bro, ask for the MAC
Told him already, this yout's getting whacked
Couldn't give a fuck if he's rolling with his mumzy
Still beat the ting off just like a junkie
This ain't the game, this ain't Jumanji
Don't go fuck with me when I'm with the 45 brucky
Tay got the ting that'll certainly slump G