Triggered - Rv

Which one of them laid a finger on me?

I’ll wait

Smoke opps 'till my pupils dilate

Ran down JD, punched up YK

I ain’t gotta name drop

Bored up shh in bait Tops

Should’ve seen how long that blade was

His mate got his brain shot in the same spot

Knife game legendary, they should put my shank in a museum

Opps get cut like shapes, leave them flat line, 2D 'em

Shitden, shitden

Them man are broke

So I bring tools 'round there and go fix them

Run down young G’s, punch up big men

May the lord be my witness

No homo, you ain’t gotta be a girl to get all these inches

I’ll grab my Rambo and put fifteen in the back like Dier

Or get cheffed in the face

And left with a scar like Marlo from The Wire

Ain’t got a body but God loves a trier

That’s why I just cheff and cheff until I can’t cheff no more

Ay, rudeboy, check the scores

How many times have I stepped with four?

My new ting’s filled with teeth

Come like this skeng got jaws

Gang let off corn at the opps

But I still got plenty more

Opps been pulling up recently

'Bout time after all them vio’s

Your bredrin’s world hashtagged in their bio’s

Skengs in rides when we cruise, no Taio

It’s on sight for them yutes

They fuck with friends, I’ll ride on them too

Been 'round there, blacked out to the brim

And I’ve been with sandals on too

From young I been taking chores

Half of the opps been chased or bored

What do you know 'bout seeing blue lights

With skengs in the ride and it ain’t insured

Scoreboard already a whitewash

Still, I’m tryna make it more

I can never be like my man

And get caught on dates with whores

This girl thinks I’ma make her my main

All cah I said she’s buff

What do you know 'bout giving the worker a pack

Like, you better not mess this up

Any opp that I got deserved it

Anything green, man cheff that up

Don’t step on my toes, got red on my soles

These creps are expensive stuff

Hit that trap, get filthy rich

Opps get whacked, we drill them pricks

Intent to supply, I put skengs in the ride

Ask them how much drills we did

And if they lift up, you’ll see their stab wounds

I lift mine and reveal this stick

Told bae, got a ting on my waist

So you better slow down when you feel this dick

Bad B’s can come to the Nizz

For the opps, it’s no entry

I really live what I rap

That’s why feds use my lyrics against me

Anytime that I go to the opp block

I bet that strip is empty

My son is the Fresh Prince of Tottenham

Now I’m the king like Ledley

Drilling and trapping, prolific offender

But put respect on my name

I got too much racks to be called a gang member

I must have dementia, cah I can’t remember

All the times that the opps just ran

Cah they weren’t tryna surrender

Black outfit and a fuck off waps

Stan Lee should’ve made me an Avenger

Lil bro got a shank like Zelda

Tryna take it on a adventure

I told him chill but he weren’t having a bar like Demba

This bad B thinks we’re compatible

Just 'cause I was born in December