Mr Sheeen - Digga D, Russ Millions

Slide in whips, slide in six, they wanna slide in DM’s

Pricks, them boy there punks, can’t wait 'till I see 'em, see 'em

They know about pain like Liam, his GM (Chinged)

Got done in the PM

Pree him, they just wanna meet and greet them

Leave them, I just wanna meet and beat 'em

I’m at the cash point waiting for addicts

It’s 12 o’clock at night, when the Giro comes, I’m there with the package,

trapping

Feds tryna stop me from rapping, mad ting, I don’t wanna hear that chattings

(You know)

They had me in the dock, sweating, stressing, chatting 'bout shooting and

stabbings

Has-beens and washed up guys get patterned

.44 long, .32's and dot-dots, bare smoke in the room, not hotbox

Jailhouse ting, that’s hash on hotbox, jailhouse ting, tuna and hot pots

Like, baby stop it, dotty too long, man cop then chop it

Talk about trap but you make no profit, made history, Gun Lean, can’t top it

I went 'round with the skeng on F, and came back with the skeng on E (Bu-boom)

Now I’ve gotta fill it with shell, no petty, this semi-auto

Ain’t fully auto, ain’t clean, pull up and spray like Mr Sheen

This handting ain’t got a beam but I greased her down, now she slaps off clean

Digga D, I’m a well known bandit, bandit

Two got hit with one, could’ve been a double M like Mixtape Madness (Bu-boom)

Can’t wait 'till me and them link up, pull up at drink ups, letting off

handting’s

Side by side in the ride, no ramping, that’s five guys with chings, ay,

crampings (Ching)

I play too much Black Ops 2 and do more than you bro, what is your ranking?

Had mans bae on a vizzy and calling my tizzy while doing up wanking (Haha)

In the T with B, man’s vamping, panting

Dust up jakes in the landing, tanned him, buss that case, outstanding (Gang)

Should I chill or kill?

One foot out but still one hand in

.44 long, .32's and dot-dots, bare smoke in the room, not hotbox

Jailhouse ting, that’s hash on hotbox, jailhouse ting, tuna and hot pots

Like, baby stop it, dotty too long, man cop then chop it

Talk about trap but you make no profit, made history, Gun Lean, can’t top it

I went 'round with the skeng on F, and came back with the skeng on E (Bu-boom)

Now I’ve gotta fill it with shell, no petty, this semi-auto

Ain’t fully auto, ain’t clean, pull up and spray like Mr Sheen

This handting ain’t got a beam but I greased her down, now she slaps off clean

I don’t wanna hear about them man, when they hear skengs bang, run off with ten

man (Dash)

Talk, talking a lot on live chat, can’t wait to sight man, boy you ain’t like

that

Hiding, I’m up front, they’re right back

Despite that, pull up at gaffs then light that

Hijack any man’s gyal and pipe that

My bad, broski come get your wife back (Come get her)

Man talk crud from a distance, go tell the fans what I done to your siblings,

fishing (Splash)

Most of the opps been swimming, six in the spin so you know I ain’t missing

(Bow)

Active, don’t mad me, get splashed

This dotty inhale mans frass

Headshot gang, release my shank

Ain’t on piss, them boy are just jank

.44 long, .32's and dot-dots, bare smoke in the room, not hotbox

Jailhouse ting, that’s hash on hotbox, jailhouse ting, tuna and hot pots

Like, baby stop it, dotty too long, man cop then chop it

Talk about trap but you make no profit, made history, Gun Lean, can’t top it

I went 'round with the skeng on F, and came back with the skeng on E (Bu-boom)

Now I’ve gotta fill it with shell, no petty, this semi-auto

Ain’t fully auto, ain’t clean, pull up and spray like Mr Sheen

This handting ain’t got a beam but I greased her down, now she slaps off clean

I’m cheeky and bad, I’m like 22 with 200 bags (Bags)

Don’t get the kid mad, the mach-ine get grabbed, I roll up and bang, bang

Splash it, everyone knows what I’m on

Who’s next?

Most of my opps been done

All my old friends are jokes, same way, anything B get smoked

Badman far when badman pull up

Skengs on deck boy, don’t get cook up

Russ with the Rush, bredrin still up

Six figure nig', still making mula

Everyone’s garn' make everyone leave

Hold this arm, she taking this D

If suttin' gets dropped, carry on this beef

Come fuck with a t’ug cah your man ain’t the chief

.44 long, .32's and dot-dots, bare smoke in the room, not hotbox

Jailhouse ting, that’s hash on hotbox, jailhouse ting, tuna and hot pots

Like, baby stop it, dotty too long, man cop then chop it

Talk about trap but you make no profit, made history, Gun Lean, can’t top it