BMT, my Rollie that's a prezzie, not a GMT

I'm rolling with my black youngsters they're not CMG

I'm at the block or at the top that's where you're seeing me

My nigga Stro, serving 3 on 3's out that GLE

My mummy told me that they're playing me on the BBC

My youngens always doing shootings on a wheelie spree

So all they really got is dirt bikes like DBE

My teacher was a bitch, she never did believe in me

But now she's looking lost

'Cause her whole year's wages; that's my booking cost

Man it feels like it's been ages since I cooked a block

But that's 'cause I let young niggas jugg it off, we're seeing them

Turning 18 I went to adult jail, I'm seeing men

Going in a cell for a 1 on 1 and there's 3 of them

Still I got it cracking, I'm never feeling wet

Got a brick off my akhi Khaled, nigga we the best

Yo big man ting, I'm on some big man stuff

You ain't never bought no bricks

'Cause that's some big man grub

I'm in the G-Wagon, vanishing, big man trap

All my niggas are attracting is them big back sluts

Yo I'm jiggy jiggy with it, I'm busy busy with it

My nigga he gets lizzy with it, now we're on a prison visit

Bumbaclart, man has some pretty girls scratching up my foreign car

Yo that's a problem darg

But yo, big man ting

All I'm hearing these days is can you bring man in

I was trapping all night and you weren't with that ting

You was outside raving on some wingman ting

Little silly pricks, and I got pretty chicks tryna send me images

Tryna make me finish with the missus

But I ain't gonna finish with the missus she's the realest

Just come and buss it open once you're finished with the dishes