[Intro: DBoy & Smokeyy]

Seven

Come on

Fuck the opps

Ay

West Mids, done know

[Part 1: DBoy]

Might take a trip to the high street

Lemme go through HS as well

Go up the A4 turn left at Felts

Remember we used to lick man wit' bells

Or I'll hop out the Bush no W12

Tryna crash this corn now it's my mans world

This loud pack came in stinking

I'm falling in love with the way it smells

Man bill up a big fat zegs

Then phone up H like who's got Skels?

Or me Lil Kizzy, get busy on the sixes chilly, yeah we raising hell

Whiz up on a big boy bike

That's a 700 fuck a 125

'Nuff times that they've talked 'bout glides

When us man pull up the boy there hide

Shh and shh got bored but shh is lucky that he never got fried

And none of them come to the I and if they told you that they do that's lies

I was taking risks on a paigon strip

That's the risk I'll take

Got a bruck back in the rucksack

You don't wanna hear the sound that this shotgun makes

It's funny how there man get done up

The next day I'm getting ducked down by jakes

It's funny how there man get done up

The next day I'm getting ducked down by jakes (Listen)

It's bait this trips all bait it's flames

I'll get 'round any estate and let that crash broad day then bake

[Part 2: Smokeyy]

Ay, ay, I heard you wanna crash on us so we crash right back in tinted whips

You don't wanna see me and DBoy on a 12 whiz on Twickenham bridge with that loaded stick

Jus' tryna crash corn at my mans wig

Fuck them opps they ain't on piss

Like you don't wanna see me vexed or high

I rev my Bev let's go on a glide

That was me FP Oakhill and now I'm screaming free all the guys (Ay)

I remember that day I got caught on a lack

I made that dash but I came right back

You can ask TS when I lurked 'round flats

Ask TS when I wetted up backs

[Part 3: DBoy]

I might just link TY for the nine

And the jakes got man for intent to supply

Now I'm bared paranoid when I'm out in the I

And I can't stay far from a rambo knife

Can't grab on the dough so I'm filling up nines

So I'm filling up nines

Yeah, man's got bad habits

See a opp man back it, slap it, throw it back in my jacket

Make him vanish that's magic

Shit then fuck man tell me who's active

You don't want no smoke

Nah, nah you don't want no smoke

I'll tell you right now that there whole damn blocks asthmatic

Woah

Just phoned up bro for the reload

Now I'm in the bando whipping up Yola

Mix that shit wit' the baking soda

I did it for the dough like Homer

Throw sevens up no soda

Man just seen jakes in the Skoda

Ten toes down filled put away my soaker

Why oh why men won't this end?

Like the eight said no nine or ten

Man slide with skengs

Caught my man with his bredrins

Then he left him guess they ain't really friends

Still step outside with the thing

Jump out wit' the longest ching