M.K. The Plunk M1LB M.K. The Plunk M1LB Bad, bad, bad B come to the nizz, skin no gold she cute Has her boyfriend pissed cause she knows my tunes Anemia's kinda can't fit in the ride, we might have to slide if I open two Schooled all of these bands this season, off B1 to Golden Boon Still do it harder than we'd scat, we really want those boots Up see the offside flag, come like they forgot their boots Them man they're selective bad boys and really don't know how the dick can choose The whole gang spent bounties on poops, them man can't afford no boots I'm married to Elizabeth, that's my wife Anything green get buns, still do it like I've done it like half my life Any sight of the gold man shoot Perform this SLF finish, I do it like Kano, Lukaku Old school like Beckham and Henry, ammunition stays on me Keep an eye out for undies, still don't cost me a monkey Opposition wish they can touch me I remember pedal back days of a kitchen knife getting frontied Them man just fly out the front seat, I'm snorted the gang too dumpy Age 17 and country, me and J like Lucas and Bumpy My first phone calls my alarm clock, the line too jumpy I tell my young boys fight up seat, I hit shots from far like Roberto Carlos All I do is organise orders, come like I work in Argos I do it for the bread, no hardo, anyone need a reloading cargo Still trying to do it like they did it in Narcos I put weight on my phone, no cardio Opps see me in the flesh and they can't help when the heart goes All we did is pressure these opps, now they can't stand the dough like Marlowe Bad B come to the nizz, skin no gold she cute Has her boyfriend pissed cos she knows my tunes I need me a skinner, can't fit in the ride, we might have to slide with her open boot It's good, all of these birds this season Off B, Off B, Off B Free Brad, that's my guy, say something like the radio controller I was on basic coping, touch road and these ties got broken Me and these fools like Krypton, Conan Bit soon touch the road, all swollen, bet he's gonna want his boots all golden Can't tell the gang about scoring Been over them sides there trying to cash us open like O'Kogan I got to burn my clothing and dodge the wink, I let my bread toasted Them man hope to my downfall, and all now they're still hoping Back then I tried smoke with a sawnail, and all now I'm still smoking Just done a whole night shift, and all now they're still calling Tea house looking all scary, have you ever watched Conjuring? And that's all for the bread and wine, that's even though it's far from holy Mask on my face, it could've been cactus, Jackal McFoley Bad B come to the nizz, skin, oh god she cute Has her boyfriend pissed cos she knows my tunes I need me a skinner, can't fit in the ride, we might have to slide with her open boot It's good, all of these birds this season Off B, on the golden boot Still do it hard, dealing with scat We've really want those boots Off C, the offside flag Come like they forgot their boots Them man they're selective bad boys, they really don't know how they pick and choose The whole gang spent pounds on boots Them man can't afford no boots