OFB, Bandokay, Double Lz, Gullypabs - In Spain lyrics

I might drill on you man
Like get gone, get gone
Man might pull up with a weapon
What you know 'bout changing clothes
More time cah my new white tee got red on
Opps get pull up and fled on
Head gone, man get silly, get stepped on
Beg a man put bets on like I won't
Run in your yard with creps on
In the kitchen man get cheffed on
On the side where the tings get prets on
Sweats on, yeah, them bruddas get leapt
On, I'm in a bando
You should see what I slept on
Like I got nuttin' left son
Two right hooks then swing with a left one
Lightwork how your mandem get done, get spun
Ain't got a sword then get one

Sweet one brucks her back like
A gymnast, big back
Grab that I up and I hit that
Ching man, slice man up and then zig zag
Sword in my hand like my name was Sinbad
Double Lz, my heart's fully in it
Two opps blocks and a dusty Ridgeback
Dip that, shotgun slaps, I won't miss that
Which man really wanna gets their wig splat?

Gully too done I already said
Like I won't throw a man in the med
I know my YG's might jump off
A ped, cock it, cock it
Then aim for your head
Stop it, stop it, now I want
Man dead, pop it, pop it, man's taking lead
Want you know about baking
Bread cah everytime
I see you got a shaking leg

Gang do these drills all bait
Free SJ, my fam, my mate
Gang taping estates, marathon race, add K's
Get shanked in your face
The shotgun's still long like Grace
One foot in the rave
Got her shakin' her waist
I was running him down like who wants a
Taste? Adrenalin got him picking up pace

I might drill on you man
Like get gone, get gone
Man might pull up with a weapon
What you know 'bout changing clothes
More time cah my new white tee got red on
Opps get pull up and fled on
Head gone, man get silly, get stepped on
Beg a man put bets on like I won't
Run in your yard with creps on
In the kitchen man get cheffed on
On the side where the tings get prets on
Sweats on, yeah, them bruddas get leapt
On, I'm in a bando
You should see what I slept on
Like I got nuttin' left son
Two right hooks then swing with a left one
Lightwork how your mandem get done, get spun
Ain't got a sword then get one

Stepped in the dance, all
The leng ones watching
Clocking a real bad boy cut tru'
Guns and shanks get put into use so don't
Get your head back split into two
Spot me a opp then I'm off this moped
Grown men still get chinged in coupés
My paigons are poo, they lie in the booth
What can I say when you fuck with them yutes

I'm all in, I might let it
Bark in your face, walking, talking
So bad cah I really am bad
No gas, that's facts, shout
OFB on the track, that's mad
Now they all wanna at me
Looks at his friends like they
Ain't gonna back me
Pow when I flip then dip real quick
More time get lost in a taxi

This bad B from Edmonton Green telling me
She don't like the Edmonton neeks
Yo, I ain't been Edmonton in
Weeks, that's a lie
I was there the other day with my G's
In the car with some real OFB's
Got Bully in the cut with Snoop and B
I ride out in threes, let him be at
Peace, four door, lean out and just squeeze
Squeeze off