[Intro: Sus]

Mum said don't be a gangista

Mum said don't be a gangista

Ay, ay, ay

[Verse 1: Sus]

Mum said don't be a gangista

Your own friends can kill you like Caesar

Just took Adeola from a geezer

Not my fault she wan' roll wit' a squeezer

Mix up the potion, pour up a litre

Lean in', like Tower of Pisa

My señorita roll up my reefer

Muy bonita, that's Big Back Ayeesha

Gold like .9 bells, leng like Ateesha

Won't say my grace, I can't eat her

She can't sit on my face, I still please her

Every moan I hear, I go deeper

Adore her, Dior her

I might drop a bag on Halima

She a keeper, she cook, she still diva

Thick like syrup, and sweet like toseina

Whеn I fill her wet-wet, Aquafina

Bеat that uh-uh in my wife beater

How opps thots doin' up cheetah

Thought she's good, she a local skeezer

Had crack, was a local dealer

Now, I want packs and a one mil' deal

When they say I'm too violent, just too real

But what can I say, that's what they feel

Tryna make this song 'bout girls not drills

But fuck it, shh got one-shot kill

He got shot on his block, he got a chest shot

And he got his head backpeeled

I'm getting off track, let's talk 'bout trap

They say money don't grow on trees, but bro got rich off weed

Pink notes from green, did mumsy lie to me?

I'm joking

[Chorus: Sus]

Better not be me that you're provoking

Get 'round quick and smoke him

Serious pokings

Had man chokin' on his own blood, that's final moments

It was us that made you dig it up

I can hear the gospel bill it up

Put bine in the 9 and drill it up

I know the pigs and paigons sick of us

Better not be me that you're provoking

Get 'round quick and smoke him

Serious pokings

Had man chokin' on his own blood, that's final moments

It was us that made you dig it up

I can hear the gospel bill it up

Put bine in the 9 and drill it up

I know the pigs and paigons sick of us

[Verse 2: Broadday]

Most wanted man and I ain't been touched (Walla)

'Cah I stay wit' my gun

Woi, woi, woi, that's a very clean run

Free 2smokeyy, way too smokey

2 dot-dots and shh got fried

Name me a time that Broadday lied

Lighties weren't feelin' this Mali

Now, they wanna make my sister an auntie (Awkward)

'Member conning on a halfie? Now I never struggle, wallahi

I got Mercedes sign on my carkey

I'm the drilliest Mali

My hand-ting slaps, her booty claps

My aim's on fleek, her nails on fleek

I don't need a bitch, I don't need a beam

She's my Throat Goat, but the girl of your dreams

Yo, how you leng, but your trainer's dead

She got good pum-pum, but her brain was dead

Broadday assassin, I aim for heads

They try to shoot me, but their aim was dead

3 hour trip is a bit of a wreck

En route to country, I'm gettin' some neck

By any means, gotta roll up a cheque

Run out of grub, gotta link the connect

My AP costs big racks, I got bad B jigglin' big backs

I rip off her knickers and hit that

Henny and Maggie, man sip that

Jailhouse, I kept up fuckery

More than comfy in only

Even though the whole jail on me

None of them punks ain't touch me

[Chorus: Sus]

Better not be me that you're provoking

Get 'round quick and smoke him

Serious pokings

Had man chokin' on his own blood, that's final moments

It was us that made you dig it up

I can hear the gospel bill it up

Put bine in the 9 and drill it up

I know the pigs and paigons sick of us

Better not be me that you're provoking

Get 'round quick and smoke him

Serious pokings

Had man chokin' on his own blood, that's final moments

It was us that made you dig it up

I can hear the gospel bill it up

Put bine in the 9 and drill it up

I know the pigs and paigons sick of us

[Outro]

(Ayo, Tefo made this one)

(Mason)