Half Jamo Half Ghana

Verse — Ninj:
Half Jamo, Half Ghana
My money fat but I’m marga
How I’m supposed to rock on my crop
Then I dab, then I buss a one harder
f*** life
Bitch I run off on the plug twice
Tell them bitches that I’m not nice
Baby, I finessed the liquor shop twice
With my niggas skring in the fast lane
Backseat, Blaze
Them man are janky, them man are blaze
After a hard day, bruv I hit Bagel King
Order jerk chicken, with some cheese and some plantain
You wan do me
Can’t fuck with them man
Cuh them man are booky
Screaming free Uzi that’s a true G
And you know all of my niggas unruly
Verse — Kraze:
Girls call me a demon I’m like nah nah
I can’t trust myself, nor Benny, nor Ninj
Because they often say the devil wears Prada
And recently my heart’s been moving real bliss
But one thing I’m gonna do is go cheat on my barber
Half Jamo, Half Ghana. Are you dumb?
That’s big Kraze and big Stormzy up in one
These niggas need to do their ting
And let me do my ting, and stop commenting
Corny little mugs, zim zimmer, big crazy man and cheeky man
I’m still stacking for a bimmer, like Beanie Man
I treat the dance moves, exactly how
My nigga funk flex with it and then a cheeky dab
(Word to my nigga Marco)
What do you want from me?
Onto my nigga, they’re onto me
I can’t be fucking with my squad or my funds
That results in a murder or a rivalry