[Part I]

[Intro]

Ace Beats

Ace Beats

Yo, look

[Verse]

Fresh home, still using a kettle to whip, this fish ain't nothin' like tuna

Would've been more than meddling kids if Kruger taught me to whip up sooner

I don't trap with melanin kids, the rumour is Digga D is a groomer

I just mixed two five two with sixty, the boy Adz just ran for a tuna

And that's actually factual

Pyrex filled with oil, in jail, mixed that with mackerel

In Feltham using foil, in big man jail, man broke my capsule

Capsule, ZK shoulda been at school, he left that place when cats called

Why? We all sold, drugs it's natural

Jheeze, I just got released

No more selling bariis, or hearing the govs with keys

And now I can rest in peace (Yeah, yeah)

Just like my paigons, it's haram for us to eat pork

But it ain't haram for them to get bacon, don't get cooked or shaven

Been in the field like Niko Bellic, real yard man like Jacob (Mm-mm)

Don't get chopped like Franklin's dog cah your soul might just get taken

Not green but Grove, my opps are broke

They ain't ballers, it's blatant

We got a CJ from Grove as well, but we ain't in San Andreas (Free him up)

Jojo got an L plate, he ain't even got his provisional license (Yeah)

Watch me whip this skeng and his head back jerk pin drop, that's nothing but silence

Five guys step on violence, GBK get bun, no Byrons

My young boys do what I say, I'm Simon, charged up and vibrant

We ain't sharing a drink when I let that sky, watch his head back tilt

They had my man cold outside, had to cover that kid in a quilt

She lined me and her juice got spilt, I lost no sleep, I don't feel no guilt

Ah shit, she need some milk, case dismissed before it got built

I got a dotty off one of my EastEnders but the son of a gun's not Nick

The queen that I want ain't Vick but I still make that on the square like Mick

My little shooter's in his prime time, if I send him now, TV at six (Check the news)

Like, how's he got so much talk on the 'net? Like he ain't been touched with a flicks

Old school days never had me a Rollie, I bought that aqua fresh (Yeah, yeah)

I told her (I told her) "I want Oral B", now she's all on me and she's making a mess

She said that it's big for a slender, easy, I'm tender, don't undress

Ejaculate in her mouth or pull out, ejaculate on her breast, yes

[Part II]

[Intro]

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Blue, blue, blue, blue, blue

HONEYWOODSIX

Look, yo, blue woo, blue woo

[Verse]

About ten for a show, come correct

Show respect, forty for a feature, I'm the hardest, what did you expect? (Yo, pay that)

I had hitters on the wing but I still made a ching

Fuck my future, didn't think, I just cheffed his neck (I got payback)

Spent forty on my car too, would've spent more if my insurance let me pass through

The other day, I was looking at a Lambo truck

In the showroom, with my rambo tucked

Shar said cut my hair and go back to the fuckboy trim (Nope)

Far from a fuckboy, you know I bust my spin (Dun' know)

I take L's in the field but I got more wins (Yup)

Shot a tape for half a milly and I bought more tings (Yeah, yeah)

This rap shit bringin' more bit shots (More)

Banging Buju banton, two bricks copped (Both of them)

Before rap, it was fawners and corners

Some used a phone box so I answered, no callers

Mum's life, let my gun rise, I get busy

So much guns, I had to share some with killy (Kind)

Ask them, so much guns, man run out places to park skengs

Two peb phones, man's renting them a rack a week each

Only 'cause they keep interrupting my sleep

And, bro, I want my little brothers to eat

But yo, I ain't givin' them a handout

When I needed a hand in, who brought bands out? (Who?)

There we go, you hear me, bro

I named a .44 long merry-go rounds

Only one will turn your head into a cheerio

Right wrist, twenty, left like sixty, basically seventy

And I don't like girls my age unless it's Maya or Tennessee

The rest in the U.K. just look dead to me

So I fly the foreigns in (Yup)

Smashed same day, I forgot they had to quarantine

And I got shooters on my team (Yup)

Bait guys, left five shell casings on the scene (Woi, woi, woi, woi)

You ain't never had to watch 45Hickok (Yup)

Had me feelin' like a nigga got ripped off (Nope)

But I was using wrong shells, I was buzzin' cah I never had the name at the side of the somethin'

I grew up listening to Cowboy and BP (Killy niggas)

Then it turned to Little Reese and Chief Keef (Chicago)

Fourteen, really in the streets, knees deep

Puttin' four bills down and that was each week (Yeah, trappy wit' it)

My opps gettin' chatty wit' it

I'm just gettin' slappy wit' it

Na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na, nah, I'm gettin' Dappy wit' it