My Nigga

It’s MadaraBeatz
Traphouse Mob
Madara
That’s my nigga, my nigga
He got the trigger
Stop 'cause he might get happy
Get too tappy
Burn this Nike Tech trackie
Kway-kway, M-way, far out the city
Kush in my palm, it’s sticky
And I still ride for any of the gang
I pray God watch over them
I got love for all of my bruddas
Shooters 'round me, I’ll smoke a friend
When I hopped out they saw me shinin'
Came up, it was all timin'
Ain’t got a one, it’s nuts what I do
My other one’s buss down too
And my friend’s locked up in cells
Traphouse, send out a text for sales
Phone young boy like, «three on»
Two, who phoned Leon?
Got my niggas in Isis
Pull up in a hi vis bright green neon
Nobody never put me on
I’m with bro fuckin' up Harrods
Said he got patterns, back to the mula
They want me back on servery
Stealin' a breakfast packs for sugar
That’s my nigga, my nigga
He got the trigger
Stop 'cause he might get happy
Get too tappy
Burn this Nike Tech trackie
Kway-kway, M-way, far out the city
Kush in my palm, it’s sticky
And I still ride for any of the gang
I pray God watch over them
I got love for all of my bruddas
Shooters 'round me, I’ll smoke a friend
Bro got nicked for a mash toy
Black boy, feds put his face in the tabloid
Trap boy, spend, get it back boy
And I don’t do ticks, make cats go catch boys
And this dead ting tryna do FaceTime
But I got Android, gettin' man mad, oi
Now I’m six floors up by the staircase
Bare face, pebs in my mouth like Airwaves
Never been hearin' the hearsay
Talk on my name, how bludclart dare they?
These packs keep comin' in sealed
My hands on a dot, need somewhere to chop it
In the field with sharks, you might get wet
If you saw him with me, he’s got it (Ching-ching-ching)
That’s my nigga, my nigga
He got the trigger
Stop 'cause he might get happy
Get too tappy
Burn this Nike Tech trackie
Kway-kway, M-way, far out the city
Kush in my palm, it’s sticky
And I still ride for any of the gang
I pray God watch over them
I got love for all of my bruddas
Shooters 'round me, I’ll smoke a friend