Storms, run that back
Google the ting, I'll walk, I'll talk
Mention my name, now look what you called
And I still got a picture of J-Doc's corpse
Civilians, keep asking me about Billy Billions
Name me one thing that he's done
Then I'll say three things that I just done did
Name me two things that he's done
Then I'll say six songs that I just punctured
Name me three, then I'll just say nine
One from Pembroke, some from the nine
Some from Holly, I splashed them properly
Splashed my school friend, her, sorry
Pull up, pull up, I'm in a nine
I'm in a ride, then I back like a spine
Pop that door, then I left, mum crying
Are you a killer, man? If you don't kill a man
Shout SJ
Shout SJ
I stole that line
Gordon Ramsay, I love cheffing
Run and trip, I'm a clean and pressing
Blackbeard, lengthy, like my centers
Me and my bro left, J-Doc trending
Insta, Twitter, Snapchat, pull up with a bat-bat
Bro, try to whack that miss, Joe Ting
Wrecked, try to run, but he still got a ying
Zero tolerance, we started that ting
But top boy took it and ran with the wind
Target saw me and ran with the wind
I'm faster than him, so he still got a ying
Gave him one and he screamed like a girl
Your brethren lost, where was help?
He said help, so I helped him die
Had a desert eagle, but couldn't get mine
Caption cycle, knows I ain't capping
But on
And he started dashing
Didn't even have no bells, imagine
Imagine we did
Huh, my ting
How your stride caught, if you ain't scoring
How your slider, if you ain't touring
How your knife, man, if you ain't boring
Man, you're a liar, nigga, you're boring
How your driller, man, if you don't drill a man
How your killer, man, if you don't kill a man
Love me, I'm hunting more of a spinner, man
Had me a solo, bigger than liquor, man
Me as a young boy, done up a bigger man
Taped over there, was me that did it, man
Broke man's kitchen, I left that in a man
Watched that fade, went back then
Who's that my guy? Send that sky high ranch you
My gal fickle, they're in a man
Bro, them's high, but none of us on the ground from 13
I've always been a man, stop with your talking
Where's your steppers? Get to the walking
Blackboard right there, man, choke him
Stepped out, saucing, ramble, saucing
Awesome three-pointers, backboarding
Watched them drop like they're leaves in autumn
Should've seen his face when I caught him
Sleeping, snoring, six in the morning
Say they ain't got guns, I know
Say they ain't got funds, I know
They say they bredrin' runs, I know
They say we taped his moms, I know
They say they lost his lungs, I know
All of the hots, my sons, I know
Foot up, blocks, which ones?
They're all talking about how should we run the road
I know
* roads
Guys, trust me
Storms, run that back