Farm All Stars

J-J-J-Jesta made this
Ai DT5 on the beat
Yo
Bro hit him, missed that, now he’s overshot
Got his older shot
They know it ain’t safe when Ramz is about, if you got the.380 you’re getting
overcooked
Lil' man got caught, he got over chopped
Bando go show, he got overbooked
Bro got a problem for anyone staring, this not all for looks
On fonem grave we don’t fear that man, yo
We just air them man
I heard he said my name, Lz, and Dezzie, broski hear that man
Light skeet on the wheel, tryna scare that gang, but it’s doing up both on
stair and back
She told me, «Baby, pull her hair and bang»
My lightskin brazy can’t believe bare ass (Yo)
Come out of jail, didn’t get put on, tryna abuse that line and kept it moving
Cruising, no snoozing, ay, shorty said my life is amusing
New ding dong, let bumper drive
Thinking around that time you arrived
Wipe down tints, pop up can
Lucky that your whole bus arrived
Yo, I’m with Junebug, real OFB nutter
Slip, then get spread like butter
Shouldn’t of known I breached my cutter, uh uh
Really go down that gutter
Them boys wish they got more bands than me
Pat down wap, where your thing can’t be
(Dunno, dunno, dunno, dunno)
Probably (Ay ay)
Run, run when you hear that woof
Doof, doof, tryna hit mans hood
Use that red when we riding hoods
Girl archin' her back tryna hold some wood
Take it, bruck it
Set it, she saying her pipe tank good
I’m 'round them sides and I look like a crook
When there’s something in my hand, no wonder they’re shook
Make a bad man run if I push their dog, no point tryna run if you’re lost
Waps ain’t catching my pagans, keep up, course they’re trying when they know
they can’t
Gang gang lurk with sticks in the car
I see what I saw in the ride, move calm
Lil' Savv with the sam, tryna chop 'em in half
Bob with the slums, take your body apart (Ay)
If you ain’t crash yutes, stab yutes, slap yutes, ain’t no way you can call
mans name on them tunes
I’m running man down with this fuck off shank, silly man trip, then we plugged
in like Fumez
Yeah his talk is hot, can he juice this pot, 'cause in the real life,
bro we know that yute
That’s wild animals in this farm block zoo, whole gang cannibals in the- (Mazza,
mazza)
And, yeah I’m still on the block, mask on like I’m Future, they don’t wanna see
man fly out the hoopty
Slap two hands on the woosh and shank, if Lz jump out, let it beat like groupies
Leave 'em wet, soaking like jacuzzi, watch 'em curl up when I back this
Spin this how I spin this revolver, they were locked up way 'fore we knew about
corona
Back of the ride, I’m tryna get slappy, clappy, free up my bros in
Bando settings with trap and dappy, G17, mans freeing man gladly
Gliding days, my hair’s all nappy, they’re baby food, them man need nappies
Izzpot bugged, free bros, them savvy
Done stepped out, four black yutes in ballys
I beg man don’t try rassclat at me
Big baddy ting from Creole with a fatty
She loves gun man, sung sing some clappy
I’m a real yardman sound rude and aggy
I’m bussin' my ting if you get too chatty
Based in Broadwater Farm, come catch me
Girl is my age, every girl want chat me
Steppin' my ramz if you ain’t getting tappy
I just jumped in the booth,, made this drill beat sound brazy
I make girls scream «Yo» like Bando in the bando, where I’m tired and lazy
This ting from Ls, she’s mad if she know man slide with a rubber, that’s crazy
In the streets where I get shit poppin', live off corn, man I take it off safety
Where the fuck is, they lying, OFB scoring points like Neymar
T trap, that’s double O7, burn man skin, that’s a well off aimer
We tap these waps, no keyboard, no keyboard 'cause we ain’t no gamer
I could talk about drills all day, but that’s dead, that’s time, so okay,
see you later