[Verse 1: T Mula]

Young boy in the bando

I tell him don't panic like French

Look real strikers in the pitch

I've never seen a nigga on the bench

Samurai sword in my jacket

Why would I care if you're hench?

Look young boy rolling around with a sword

And he ain't tryna' play no fence

Young boy in the bando cus niggas wanna grind and shit

Its like the whole gang there ain't on piss

Cos niggas gon' ride their shit

It's like going to the other side covered

Nuttin' but knives and sticks

Feds on me cus I've been on trouble

Suttin' like my wives and kids

They dont know what I've been through

Red dot on his head like a hindu

Scrams, Face just stack for the Wesson

Cah' be the gunplay that we're into

It's like them man chill with the singer

Two dot dots there in the dinger

Yard man's got a dotty in the rave

But he's still tryna' do the La Linga

We've had guns and shanks without awareness

We've had guns and shanks we're so fearless

And why the fuck do you care about my colour?

Just know I got light and dark like my parents

Sick and that when I dip and splash

Feel like tell the fiend tell a break

But the fiend want kit and kat

For the shit it's all kinda mad

[Verse 2: Scrams]

Can't lie man fed up

But it could be worse

So you know I keep my head up

And one day all these opps' gon' dead up

Just cop me a uh

And really tryna' get my bread up

Really tryna' have both my legs up

And I know I can't lose

Word to my nigga like Kay

Them fuckboys there just rude

Really on piss you know my guys them loose

So it's us or them, Ima' let you choose

Think smart, like don't be fools

Argh! Me and bro this step

With two more goons in the car

But these opps really don't war

Er? Them take it way too far

And this ting in my hand can send a boy straight to the Lord

Yeah I jook it bro

That's late night vamping

And every block I beef

Yeah I been there camping

Causing a scene

Them man love acting

Peng tings throwing up "8"s

And they're screaming out "Gang Ting"

[Verse 3: T Mula]

I tell an opp get wid it

Like Samurai Jack go mains

Samurai Jack go dip him

I ain't talking about bruck down teeth

When I give a boy loose fillings

You can't feel me deny my block

I'd rather die hard like Willis

Like I'd rather die hard like Willis

From the pack come purey

From man talking hard about punches

Something like Tyson fury

I know my man they're just stressed

Cause I'm banging his shorty

Gonna break that pack into stones

And the rest of the pack come salty

And the rest of the pack come salty

It ain't done by them

It's like the mandem scream hella kwengins

None of them's done by them

About 86 don't crash corn

All I got to say is free...(Skeng)

I might pull up in the ride like you

Make sure I hit up your friend

Like make sure I hit up your friend

And fuck who hates me

I don't work in retail darg'

And I won't be serving corn from Sainsbury's

And a bad b screaming out gang

I tell her come fuck with the 80s

And a bad b screaming out gang

I tell her come fuck with the 80s

Like I tell her come fuck with the 80s

[Verse 4: Scrams]

Are you taking the piss?

If I'm brucking grub

Then I'm making sure it flips

That's ups of making trips

Uh? And you ain't taking none of these risks

Never splashed in Harrods

Still fucking girls that them man lips

Fuckboys are forever hating

Text my young boy tell him "Waterloo Station"

Hairs light and dark in separate packs

No segregation

And I need me a brown one that don't like the raving

Like come on b, I'm 8 gang only

And yes I'll bang for bro', cos' that's my brodie

And all these other guys

You know them man phoney

Double trouble, me & Gunna

That's Zack & Cody

Yeah yeah, yeah I heard it before

And after Gunns' puts your back on the curb

Ima' put your face on the floor

"Mr Make More Money" and I'm still tryna' make more

Doing right and wrong

You know I got [?] raw