Babyfather Greezebloc Lyrics

[Intro: DJ Escrow]
Yeah man ride, ride innit
You know you see your enemy, yeah?
You're tryna bark off at him
This is that tune that you bark off at your enemy to, yeah?
This one

[Verse: Dean Blunt]
f*ck, it's a wrap
Cause I guess a nigga back
Pull that, and the niggas leave
Oh shit, there's that nigga Dean
Yeah yeah, real and good true poppa
I hold you lotta down for the rockas
How much you really down for the rockas?
And are you really down when I rock her?
Yeah, yeah, easy easy easy
Easy easy easy

[Outro]
"Hold on, who are you? What's wrong with you?"
"You're a f*cking dick, bruv! Put the f*cking money in that little golf bag!"
"Listen, just be easy here. Put the gun down, let's talk about this. We're all brothers, bruv." "What do you mean, 'all f*cking brothers, bruv'? You ain't my brother, bruv! You ain't on this team, bruv! Just put the f*cking money in that little golfer."
"Yeah? What are we doing here?"
"Just shut the f*ck up, man! Put the f*cking money in the bag."
"Disrespecting a man's ting is a nice way to shut them up, yeah?"
"Bruv, don't try no f*ckin' funny business, you know."
"Fam, I'm not saying I'm not doing it, bruv. I'm getting you that money, bruv."
"Just put the f*cking money in the bag, yeah?"
"Yes, bruv. Of course."