Pepper Riddim - P Money

I’m sick of the indi’s

Watch 'em all look to the left and tell a quick lie

You could be dead broke, tell em I will fix guys

A magician with the weapon when I trick guys

See, when I diss guys, I don’t disguise it

And on top of that I don’t wear a disguise

I made my girl turn bisexual

So I could fuck your girlfriend with mine

No orgy, my ends still gangbang

New Cross, Deptford, gang land

Lewisham, Brockley, gang land

Man violate, one word, hangman

Lie down for nobody, I don’t plank fam

Two by four to the head when I plank man

Can’t scam me with a stupid bank scam

I’ll Central Line you straight to the Bank, fam

Yeah, I’m a badman

I provide for my family, badman

I’ve got a young son nicknamed Bam Bam

Fuck with Bam Bam, guns go bam bam

You’re moist like you must’ve swam, fam

I’m cocaine and your girl nose it

I’m a problem, your girl’s problem

Well she ain’t on my line if she’s talking to Frank, fam

Nah, I’m gassing you

I don’t mean I’m gassing you

I mean CS spray to the face, man’s gassing you

I’m known to violate while I’m clashing you

Forget your Twitter beef, man’s not @ing you

F your followers, man’s not @ing you

Boot your door off, dash your latch at you

38 wheelspin and man’s remapping you

I ain’t having it, bro

I wanna move fast, she ain’t having it though

Every time we talk about areas, it goes right back to Chelsea

Ivanovic mode

Mortgage money, going mad on these shows

I don’t wanna see these man on my road

Last man that touched me more than brushed me

Don’t let me see your hand on my clothes

I swear if you do, I will send out the search party

I ain’t talking 'bout search and rescue

I’m talking 'bout search parties that will search parties

Don’t matter if it’s a Christian, work or your kid’s birth parties

If it’s not me and my don then it’s gonna be a third party

That’ll slap uncles and turf aunties, young or old

There weren’t a bucket involved but they all played chicken on road

When I order for the 9-piece

Leave a body with a boneless sidepiece

Think you could be like me?

Then try, please

Wanna walk in my shoes?

Can’t tell if that’s mud or blood

Are you sure you wanna try on these?

Rolled our music, tell em I’m a guy on each

Ain’t the guy to beef, ask about me

When it’s war I react quicker than a guy on speed

Sleep on who?

Are you dumb

Every one of my lyrics is deathbeds

Are you sure you wanna lie on these?

Keep your eye on me

Got the IMG

Iron these creases out, check the irony

A one-man team is what you’re all tryna be

Donny kicked me out the lesson tryna teach me a lesson

So I took out his pupil

Now donny can see what it’s like with no I in team