Cannon

You know me, it's Bashy man

You won't see me in Red Monkeys man

I'd rather buy a thousand mixtapes yeah

Oii

The names Ash but it's Bash to you faggots

In Green mans got guns bigger than a (Cannon)

And the youngers are nutters,

a bunch of mischievous fuckers who would cut you in your adams

I won't stop until I'm bading just like the Adams

Hustling, getting my bank balance up per annum

Guns man doe, pull 'em out for fashion they bang 'em

And when the jakes come, act like nothing happened

But out to the tugs in the slammer

Let me take the time to say, free my nigga Gangbanga Stana

Who? Gangbanga Stana yes blood, he reps his manor

He's a hard face, Scarface black Montana

Anyway back to the manor, where North West ain't in a passer passer

Quick to tell ya pussy, know yourself guns go bracka bracka

I'm a stacker, stacker you slacker, slacker

Plus it look like a bunny nyam your chain cause it's lacking carrots

And girls feel my swagger from back in the day

When I dropped the 1-10's with Dolce & Gabbana

Fresh off the hanger but now I want

the Jacobs, I ain't talking crackers

Me work for the crackers? Are you fucking crackers?

And girls love my mixtapes, I'm flattered

And guys tell me when they see me, I'm getting battered huhh

Stay there with your little daggers, got the ting here

So like the Rock says, 'It doesn't matter!'

Cause you need to be, quick to scare me

But I'll fly like (???)

Punch your claat, take the shank and slice you like salami

Better kill me if you harm me, I'm not inna that malarky

Fuck swimming with the fishes, you'll be drowning where the sharks be

Fuck your Mr. Miyagi karate, don't make me laughy

Grab you by the boat, stab you in the throat with the car key

Yeah I'm with my army, sit back and enjoy your Bacardi

Don't make us spoil the party, you punani

My boys are animals, no safaris

No games, no Atari's

No jokes like Cat and Arby

Niggas will snatch your Carti, advertise the product like 'Sace, Sace'

Auction it off to the highest bidder

I roll with couple killers,

who will run in your yard and Meet the Parents like Ben Stiller

You know them fuckrie Yardies

Anyway, look I drop Armani and Cavalli, smell of Dreamer by Versace

On the road I'm stacking hard P's, hardly got the time for barneys

(???) and (???

) meeting all these ladidadi's and arty

fartys like 'Kiss, kiss, Ashley, Ashley'

Movie directors like cast me, cast me

I'll act in your trilogy, from Part One right through to Part Three

Not racist but fuck the Nazi's, big up Idi Amin

This is London, Kensal Rise bitch this ain't Marcy

Niggas move the queues of the Charlie, making profit off the Barley

Won't stop 'til my pockets are fatter than MC Narstie

Yeah

Shut up, shut up, shut up

Yo, don't ya know

I said them tings go bracka, bracka

You know them tings go bracka, bracka

Hmmm. Oiiii, nahhhh