Top Boy

By Bside

Released on November 15, 2020

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[Intro]

(Who engineered this? JS)

If a man fuckin' bust shots at you

And I know about it, it's fuckin' mad!

-Bruv, you--

I'm ridin' out immediately!


[Verse 1: 30]

I drive German whips like Tokyo Drift and I handle the skid like my name was Stig (Nyoom)

They need to free up my bros out the nick, still locked down, never did work for the pigs (No way)

And I still do road with my stick or I'm diallin' Kweng, make him blow out your wig (Boo-boo)

It was me who put smoke on the strip

If you see me on the bike with a pole on my hip (I've got it)

I told bro take off his hat in the car 'cah I don't like this Volvo (That's hot)

The obbo's real and the Met's still surveillin', takin' photos (The obbo)

Twenty racks in the new twenties, it looks like ten in the old notes (That's new)

And I had one ancient dotty, like say I just bought it from Antiques Roadshow

How many man have I robbed and kidnapped? (How many?)

How many packs have I stretched like gymnast?

How many shots have I bussed to the Kit Kats?

How many times on the wing with my kick back?

(How many man have I robbed and kidnapped?)

(How many packs have I stretched like gymnast?)

(How many shots have I bussed to the Kit Kats?)

(How many times on the wing with my kick back?) (How many?)

Kitchen caution, wrist game awesome, no we're not playin' with flour (No)

Nine Z's or the raw ting, need more bowl mix, flake residue in my trousers (Argh)

Just whipped up a force click, kettle's still boilin', 2 and a Q on the counter (Yeah)

We just bought some more whips the grey dons chored it and we copped tools off the Scousers


[Verse 2: BGod]

Who's that shorty with a fat back? (Come here)

Ayy, come over here let me grab that (Ayy)

She don't wanna hold this wap wap (Bitch)

Had to delete that bitch from Snapchat

I only want that nash nash (No)

Just bag up my bone straight cash cash

They run when they see that flash flash

When the mandem pull up and crash that (Crash it)

Freaky bitch givin' nash on flooders and she tryna show me arse and tits (Badders)

Mum said, "son stop", "I can't

This is the life I live" (Man live it)

Late nights in the QO

Catch me in parties and let that rip (Rip rip)

Let that rip, let that rip, let that rip (Bow bow)

That was my friend from knee high (Dickhead)

Now I want man in my three five (Bill him up)

Fuck with the B, or run from the Gs

If not, get stung by the bee hive

Man try run and got hit in his back

Woosh, hit him from behind (Man woosh him)

Talk 'bout the gang we've been lit

Talk 'bout the waps they've been live


[Verse 3: K1zz]

The Gs them ride with illegal, fly them seagulls

Fuck what the Met say (Fuck 'em)

Never got you a 252 with the best yay

Still had to reload the next day

Try G check who, you know man shoot

Way before I drilled on Pressplay (Long time)

Still pissed that we lost that SK

Pull up on burst, couldn't care 'bout the best aim (Bow)

Been on the opp block purgin' (Been there)

While you were with a dead thot flirtin' (Badders)

These innocent yutes do it for the views

But don't know nuttin' 'bout lurkin'

Make work disappear like Merlin (Magic)

Last year for the gear man's servin'

It was house block two convicts on screws

But I still had them cunch phones twerkin' (Trappy)

(Still got them cunch phones ringing)

(Had loose in the Pyrex spinning) (Whip that)

Then I put it in stones, fling it on the [?]

And my young don link them kittens (Go dere)

Let my young don link them cats (Go dere)

Done dirt on suburban maps (Kway out)

And I done it in the city

The gang get busy on the opp block burnin' gas


[Verse 4: Dizz]

Went from boys in the hood to menace to society (Ay)

K got 17 years that's 17 when I caught body like Kylie (Free him)

Still got trappin' scotts

When the cops tryna make enquiries

Gotta make sure I stay on point

Cah the Met wanna indict me

Get 'round do it in twos (Bow)

One ride, one man just shoot (Bow)

Dot, dot long like a broom

Bang, bang they leavin' no clues (Clueless)

Doctors in fixin' these wounds

Thinkin' you're beefin' who (Who?)

Who, you gonna end up on BBC News (Dead up)

Like I ain't no rapper

I'm a super, super trapper (Trapper)

In the T with the fish not batter (Ay)

Free Bucky B soon home on mapper (Free him)

Give me a brick or see 38 for the key

In the week I'm a run that cash up

If the food ain't peng and the food is dead

Then you know I'm a run that back up


[Outro]

Why don't you fuckin' care?

He started this war, innit?

And I'm gonna have to finish it