The Hotspot - Am

Ghosty

Mally

Hotspot settings, uh

Free all the mandem

GD, my fucking brother

Crash, corn

Biggz the Engineer baby

This corn don’t look too regular

These bells ain’t got no jingle but it might TKO, no wrestler

Like how could you bring your cellular?

Like bro pattern up that movie but these shots don’t need no editor

Shoulda seen when the rambo swung and it hit man’s chest all perpendicular

On my life, it was so ridiculous, when I ducked that goose like Canada

And his step got bagged like idiots, why the fuck would you bring your camera?

Long nose hand ting is serious, should I rise this mop like janitor?

And my brodie’s aim is hideous, get a mum and a son like Pamela

Sorry for the noise Ms Jackson, .44 corn come bigger than plankton

Gunshots round there is a anthem, man just know that it’s one of the mandem

Coulda heard that corn in Croydon, Brixton, Wandsworth, Lewi or Camden

And I ain’t gonna lie, one shot from the .9 had most of your guys all planking

I ain’t gonna talk 'bout the things we did or who’s bredrin got put in a spliff

Nuff dead tings got put in a spliff, chip, riz or put in a cling

They wanna know who we had on the ropes, they don’t wanna hear me chat about

goals

Talk about drugs, money and hoes, don’t talk about change, power and hope

But if I rap 'bout love, I’m done, so let me just talk 'bout a rusty one

She get beat out like a fucking drum, I won’t beat it if I ain’t got gloves

Have you ever tried shut down parties and get snitched on by the local yardie?

Tryna lick man’s Ed like Hardy, woulda thought that we crashed on aunties

Shoot down the car

Shoot down the bombaclaat car

Where the babylon dem?

Where the babylon?!

Bombaclaat

Now I’m tryna move in silence, tell me why the fuck am I hearing sirens?

See the whoosh come fat like bison, had a man’s head back, lookin' all

frightening

And the gang’s on violence, everyday is frying

Don’t forget who I is, have your parents crying

Why you pressed like iron?

Iron, jerk that pack, who’s running that back?

This.

32 corn might ruin your hat

Shoulda let that crash on a paigon flat but the feds came before I ever changed

the plan

Where’s the corn they’re putting in waps?

I really don’t know, it’s getting me

mad

But for now, let me hold my peace, one day we’ll meet and we’ll see who’s bad

And they love when I talk 'bout trap, 2016 had a line of crack

2013, had a .9 on me and I gave up weed 'cause it made me tapped

All now they can’t pay me back so if I go low, they ain’t saving man

Free bro, he’s a maniac, straight gunshots tryna play with man

Long nights in the bando, box man with the backside of my rambo

Turn his peanut to a mango

He was curl up in a naan bread like a taco

Hit the left side of his Kangol

I want cherryade not Tango

On a rage ting like I’m raggo

Shouts BT 'cause he got me

Or it’s trap stack with a mad stack or a dotty

Tryna crash man like a lorry

Before stack money, used to stack money, he was chinging

Arms known for the fishing

Free BMA out the system, mister «turn a man to a victim»

(Woi oi)

Biggz the Engineer baby

Ghosty