Song Lyrics

Gotcha
Slide in whips, slide in six, they ain't wanna slide in DM's
Pricks, them boy there punks, can't wait 'til 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, .32s 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 (b-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
Got hit with one, could've been a double M like Mixtape Madness (b-boom)
Can't wait 'til 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
Bust that case, outstanding (gang)
Should I chill or kill?
One foot out but still one hand in

.44 long, .32s 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 (b-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, .32s 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 (b-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 machine 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 f*ck with a tuh 'cause your man ain't the chief

.44 long, .32s 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

Shylo Millwood, Rhys Herbert

The duration of Mr Sheeen is 3:36 minutes and seconds.