Or What - P Money, Kozzie

Yeah

Oh Jesus

Hang tight Kozzie

We’re like, or what?

Please don’t let me tear down your block

Flipping hyper

Fam I’m getting you with some next artillery

Shut your face you dickhead

Alright, was that an indirect or something?

You’re acting like I ain’t come with the thingy

Making the ting kick off on the road

My man’s head will be left all scattered

I will pull something over your head like a jimmy

That means don’t try on me

I’ll rise up the suttin' from Sally or Lily

BOW!

That’s your head B scattered

I’m going I’m going I’m gone from the game

Mobile rings I’ma telling me watch

I’ll have your fans like «what did he say?»

That just means my man’s getting battered

Not a waist and ting, still get hammered

Suck your mum ASAP, don’t get flattered

I know my man didn’t want no arms

My mandem letting off them bangers

Yo, was that an indirect

Or what?

Please don’t let me tear down

Your block, you can hype up

And tell a man «shut up!»

I’ll pull out the ting like «blud, or what?»

Was that an indirect

Or what?

Please don’t let me tear down

Your block, you can hype up

And tell a man «shut up!»

I’ll pull out the ting like «blud, or what?»

Was than an indirect or suttin'?

You’re acting like I ain’t come with the thingy

Making the ting kick off on the set

I ain’t gonna scream or shout like Timmy

Off on the set not bucking the gavvers

Don’t try hype 'cause you wanna get silly

The .45's there’s and I know that it works

Come to your house with a pump or a milli

I’m going I’m going I’m gone from the scene

Move up who blud?

Not in this rave

It’s nothing I’ll just cop a new stick

This boy watching me, what is he gay?

Serious fam don’t get on my nerves

Don’t try get rude don’t get in my way

I run the game I ain’t letting you play

You don’t wanna war I’ll be screaming «shut up!»

Yo, was that an indirect

Or what?

Please don’t let me tear down

Your block, you can hype up

And tell a man «shut up!»

I’ll pull out the ting like «blud, or what?»

Was that an indirect

Or what?

Please don’t let me tear down

Your block, you can hype up

And tell a man «shut up!»

I’ll pull out the ting like «blud, or what?»

Indirect (or what?)

Tell me it is and you’ll see what happens

I ain’t gonna screw up the face or talk

I’ll leave your forehead clean and clappered

Have all your boys like «rah, what happened?

You look like you got licked with a cannon»

«Can't remember, two two you came focused

P Money, Grave Boy, Blitz and Channon

Baseball bats, one of them had a baton»

You don’t know why one of them kicked off

You can remember getting your head licked off

Next time don’t get rude in a tavern

You’ll die in forests, still buy a cannon

Bring twenty man, I’ll probably still have 'em

Roll with the .45 got a couple bullets

Inside, cock back like «here you go, have 'em»

My boys are on this ting so I brang 'em

Brand new Renault, not mindless Callums

You can be the best striker in the game

You still won’t get past this Tony Adams

So don’t try test with this talent

You will get battered and left in Balem

I’ll swing my fist so hard

I’ll have a man seeing double like Dwayne

And Darren, Ronny and Royd

Shaniqua and Sharon, talk tough

Get thumped up in the Adams

Keep chatting shit, I’ll cut the brakes

On your whip, you’ll crash faster than Rick Hammond

Whoah, who said you’re hard like us?

No, you man are bent like Darren

You’re on a funny ting like Nick Cannon

I’ll line them up like girls and bang 'em

Yo, was that an indirect

Or what?

Please don’t let me tear down

Your block, you can hype up

And tell a man «shut up!»

I’ll pull out the ting like «blud, or what?»

Was that an indirect

Or what?

Please don’t let me tear down

Your block, you can hype up

And tell a man «shut up!»

I’ll pull out the ting like «blud, or what?»

Everybody knows we’re OG’z

Everybody knows we’re OG’z

And on top of that, we’re OG’z

Get me?

Can’t chat to me

OG’z, Kozzie

Money over everyone

Let’s have a business

House visits

Some shower delivery