Sakaaa

Young star in my city like saka Said that he a real gun clapper More like Gum flapper Tickets for the show, for the (uh) young rapper That got the bars tighter than jeans on mick jagger Always poetic with that weed up in the wrapper Smoke way too much to ever be a trapper Can't chat to me if your mums a slapper Might just slap her Too fat to hack her Looks like one of those dons who do the hakka Looking like she play rugby I'm stood asking, like where my plug be Supposed to come round at quarter past three Better be giving me something for free Stepped out And it's too bright to see Scratching like a dog for this money got a flee Peel off in an orange z3 I ain't paying 200 for a z g Please don't put another rapper ahead of me I swear your dead beats will be the death of me