No Questions

Frenzo
Harami
I gave it all to you bitch!
No questions
One take
I’ve got some bruddas from Bangladesh
When they let it rip, they always tan the flesh
You can catch us up in Whitechapel
Moving that mithi, or that white gravel
Fuck, we get it out quickly
My bacha brings the money back like a frisbee
If you try rip me, that’s quite risky
'Cause my akh makes the steel bang like a Mist beat
But this ain’t no 'Karlas Back'
It’s Harami, I’m bringing my arpnas back
We move powers and the chittar’s strong
It’s only been two hours and the chittar’s gone
Ducking from the po-po, I just got a pack in
I call my younger Frodo 'cause he’s always bagging
But this ain’t Lord of the Rings, no swords and ting
My Pathan’s got the shotty and he’s sawn off the ting
Close range cuzzy, bare corn’s gonna fling
I bun bare Cali fam I’m bored of the tins
You might see me rolling with my Sri Lankans
We got the petrol for you wankers
If I’m not in the brothel with a blonde Barbie
I’m in the trap house with my Punjabis
My bruddas flip crack, who the fuck are you?
The MAC’s got a kick-back like Buckaroo