"The Hotspot"

Hotspot settings, uh
Free all the mandem
GD, my f*cking brother
Crash, corn
Biggz the Engineer baby

[Verse 1]
This corn don't look too regular
These bells ain't got no jingle but it might TKO, no wrestler

Like how could you bring your cellular?
Like bro pattern up that movie but these shots don't need no editor
Shoulda seen when the rambo swung and it hit man's chest all perpendicular
On my life, it was so ridiculous, when I ducked that goose like Canada
And his step got bagged like idiots, why the f*ck would you bring your camera?
Long nose hand ting is serious, should I rise this mop like janitor?
And my brodie's aim is hideous, get a mum and a son like Pamela
Sorry for the noise Ms Jackson, .44 corn come bigger than plankton
Gunshots round there is a anthem, man just know that it's one of the mandem
Coulda heard that corn in Croydon, Brixton, Wandsworth, Lewi or Camden
And I ain't gonna lie, one shot from the .9 had most of your guys all planking
I ain't gonna talk 'bout the things we did or who's bredrin got put in a spliff
Nuff dead tings got put in a spliff, chip, riz or put in a cling

They wanna know who we had on the ropes, they don't wanna hear me chat about goals
Talk about drugs, money and hoes, don't talk about change, power and hope
But if I rap 'bout love, I'm done, so let me just talk 'bout a rusty one
She get beat out like a f*cking drum, I won't beat it if I ain't got gloves
Have you ever tried shut down parties and get snitched on by the local yardie?
Tryna lick man's Ed like Hardy, woulda thought that we crashed on aunties
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