[Intro]

Ghosty

[Verse 1: Y.CB]

Jump on bikes, rev it

Latex on, spot a paigon, cheff it

Rambo knife, wet him

Station trips, don't reply to the questions

They ain't scoring goals, just touching pedestrians

They don't ride in the 7

HMP, that's fights and letters

Free CB, that's waps or wetters

Tekkers banged when he slap that Wesson

Purge in the dark, we're late night terrors

Burst in sight, this beef gets peppered

Ten stab wounds when shh got severed

I chinged him good but bro did better

Mask on my face got me feeling like Slender

You don't wanna see me lose my temper

Bro got the heat, get fired like Wenger

Forest Gate where the opps don't enter

Why you think my bars get censored?

The truth, I'm nuttin' like these pretenders

Yanko striking, ching w defender

TT’s tapped, on my life he's messed up

Gets head lost when the opp boys jet off

Ketchup sauce when ***** got cheffed up

Screamed "G's up" 'cause he got sent off

[Chorus: Yanko]

Heard P90's seven foot

If I ching him down I'll make him midget

Caught shh tryna buy chicken

Ching him, ching him, ching him, ching him

Any of them I ching it

I love it when paigon juice is spilling

Them man ain't smoking on nuttin'

It's like them man don't know how to bill it

Heard P90's seven foot

If I ching him down I'll make him midget

Caught shh tryna buy chicken

Ching him, ching him, ching him, ching him

Any of them I ching it

I love it when paigon juice is spilling

Them man ain't smoking on nuttin'

It's like them man don't know how to bill it

[Verse 2: Yanko]

Skeng gon' beat like Mia Khalifa

Start riding, just stop all the talkin'

Twenty eight crucial borings

Now he's looking like Stephen Hawking

Choppin' up TT laser

And the beige look like Horlicks

This ain't beef, it's war I call it

So I'm on the ride with booters

Stop packing civils' like *****

I'm tryna turn man to a eight ball

Stick it on the table, suttin' like snooker

We could've made an opp flavoured drink

The amount of times they got juiced up

When I bussed my yanking case

I grined and laughed at the prosecutor

This wap is old and still wanna beat

I call it a fuckin' cougar

Too many booters

How many man left swimming?

If my shank is blunt, still grip it

Just gotta use more force when I dip it

His marjay shedding tears

Looking at her dead son's ugly pictures

Forest Gate still pattern this borough

But I just got banned from the borough

Push my yank in, dig it thorough

Watch my Rambo just changin' colour

Me and ZK chinged up *****

When ST chinged two others

Blackwater tug, in love with cuttin'

Same way the opps are cuttin'

Same way the opps are cuttin'

[Chorus: Yanko]

Heard P90's seven foot

If I ching him down I'll make him midget

Caught shh tryna buy chicken

Ching him, ching him, ching him, ching him

Any of them I ching it

I love it when paigon juice is spilling

Them man ain't smoking on nuttin'

It's like them man don't know how to bill it

Heard P90's seven foot

If I ching him down I'll make him midget

Caught shh tryna buy chicken

Ching him, ching him, ching him, ching him

Any of them I ching it

I love it when paigon juice is spilling

Them man ain't smoking on nuttin'

It's like them man don't know how to bill it