[PART 1]

[Verse 1]

Take trips then we leave with luggage

These Pyrex buds in my hand weigh over a gram and they come like nuggets

I left all my tech in the night, got boomed and stood by the door to slug it

There's no way I'm getting bagged with nothin'

It's like why do you dress so thuggish

Bro just stepped in red sauce

This manbag looks like a chess board

Fur in the coat like pep boards

Do road, do pave, do street, do block, no you don't do non

Call them phone back when your food done

342 oh boss soon come

Tell 'em soon come 3420 tell em soon come

[Verse 2]

Score let's make it 1-0

My driver come like a goalie

Pass me the ting then we take it upfield

Little man, little man grippin' his pokey swing that twice

He'll make blood spill

Go and watch it spill like Snapple

Clips, clips got sent off the pitch

Shit my team needs to stop them tackles

Ya can't count all them bells in the basket

Green ones, red ones, fat like Apples (chunky)

M give 'em one out the barrel

Aim at your back, watch him drop off the saddle

Bun, bunny, it's bunny when I pull up

Get money, money love mula

Tryna get my hands on straps, brilliant waps, everyone full up

Different kinda Yak, all type of flavour, pots and that

Pots and pans make rocks it's lav

Drop it, stabbed, get gone this pack

When I was on the wing like Walcott caught ups

Gave headlocks and jabs

Still Air Max in blocks and flats

Order a limb but it's not cos I cramp

[Verse 3]

Tryna shoot in the centre

S on my right, teamwork, set piece

I'm still juggin', I'm still juggin', give boy a tester

The trap phone kick Jet Lee

Your babes weren't like this remember

The bitch turned bad when she met me

I can't tell you 'bout calls on the jail phone

Bro don't answer you'll lose 10p

Still got friends in the bin and I pray that they do get free

Bad one doin' nothin' but yuck this girls gonna bruise her knees

Everyday wake and trap get on mornin' grind

In the rave she gotta throw it back cos I don't wanna borin' one

[PART 2]

[Verse 1]

I love peng tings like I ain't taking my black leather gloves with the white Nike tick

That's, that's how we grip on steel

Still got the sauce on drip and spill

But fuck that judge, that B like

No he thought I wouldn't ride them years

S, S bringing back rocks from seaside

She would of thought he went Brighton pier

I'm like enjoying my grindin' gear

Like step for them boy try find them here

Straight drop bush come T T too

S got tools like B&Q

One shank, one nine like Costa

When I shoot hit heads like crossbar

2 man that's Hazard and Oscar

Oh I'm assistant attack like Drogba

Ful-Fully let go of the broom when I bust tell bro he'll slap it

Wanna make sure it goes through then press on your ting don't tap it

I still ride out in style, black bally, with a sign and formal

But if I don't get there in time then my cats gonna feel withdrawal

It's like everyting I dig they think they're wifey

Break this liz then put it on a scale, do it gentle, nicely

Skrr round them with the tint all low, now your picking up high speed, jump out on side streets, see them I let mine squeeze

Big-big bottles Ciroc red berry

My hoodie on like A-Boogie pots of cookies, Ben and Jerry's

Bad thot just done me no shame now she's tryna link man's bro

Ready rock pack just came, chop it I ain't gotta whip that bowl

All my guys on the wing can go

They all leave free like tic tac toe

Now it won't fit in the bag, got it in but I don't think this ting can close

[Verse 2]

Stop runnin' where ya goin'

Kick him, trip man's toes

I thought that your head was hot when I took out my ting he froze

Chip and crow man twist and roll I really wanna dig this hoe

But I'm out grindin' all 'til late how else will I flip this load

So I got my slim fits buss down low

Buss down low and I'm servin' packs

Peng tings slip on the road, we're letting them go

We swerving back

Bad-bad boys yeah we're all bad boys

But who does really get splashy

Two light and dark for the kits

That's two black boys like batty

I just fell asleep with a spliff, woke up now it's tasting ashy

This thotty ain't leavin' the crib

No shake them hips then break this batty

No we don't even do them things

Rude boy you can't be doin' them tings

Just cut that rock on the side, chop 0.9

Just threw out the cling

Wait most of my guys them landed early

Still got a few in the bin

But I'm blacked out doin' Darth Vader

Swinging my Z K like a lightsaber

Grip 2 hands on the parcel, assemble the pack like Marvel

Boy anytime you step they're dashin'

My trainers reflect when it's flashin'

I can play in defence or attackin'

Bro how can you call that leng when you look at her breasts they're saggin'

Bust face then see swellin'

Back-back-back my bottle no cut to the face don't rave

Cos my blade won't get in

Stepped in here on a spud

Now my bredrin blud tell your mate stop beggin'