[Verse 1: Youngs Teflon]

Rappin' all those pebbles I feel sorry for the runners

She raised a whole waste I feel sorry for your momma

Just left the house party GSR on my bomber

Cause I support Utd but I'm raised by the Gunners

Make a soft drink off them plays but I don't' sell hard

Wanna go Novi told her slide see you in Telfar

Thought I'd be dead by 25 I made it well far

Something like the gym I keep the gloves where the bells are

We sittin' on them blocks but we sittin' on them charts now

Ask wherе I been eat my shorts I was at Bart's house

Tryna run this marathon but you ain't got the lеgs bro

I'm really round the demons you don't really want the arms house

The glee ain't got a beam its in my hoodie that's Supreme

And I rock Heron Preston for the fashion I'm a fiend

Won't catch us at the scene but the camera caught us fleeing

Was tweaking off the meds until we really made him lean

[Verse 2: K-Trap]

If it's ten ten I use the ten tonne

Told my runner that there's two types, the good and the leng one

I ain't seen a racetrack, there's buj in this F1

I don't need no stop time just jug till the feds come

They won't ever do it like I have or I do

Check the stats for the proof or in fact I can prove

You just wanna look good

Extra ten seconds so it cooks good whilst I'm looking through this Louis lookbook

Runners in a T, I got runners in a T

I know they take long but niggas gotta hurry when it's me

You ever got something down? Had to hurry off the scene

Still end up on the wing, gotta hurry up and plea

Come home and say you're gonna stop but you're worse and if rap fails I'm gonna hug the block at its worst

Or it never will, see niggas careers in the still when I'm better still and my trap bills way more than your record deals

[Verse 3: Youngs Teflon & K-Trap]

They do it for a quid, my niggas never been lidge

I ain't talkin' 'gac, I had the 40 in the fridge

My shorty rock a fringe, I ain't really one for wigs unless you're talking opps holding smoke from the sig

19, 42 I had them both

That's the kilo and smoke, g-lock and a spin

Three tops talking fish, round the pot I'm equip

Pocket rockets for the party, the mops for the vid

Ahh-haa, catch me with a blade I'm just chopping up some joints

Done it by eye, the last whip was still on point

My killy got the coin, no whistle, hear the noise

Hit him with the 42 Dugg, we them boys

Smokin' Wiz Khalifa, top floor like the Burj

Send your location we gon' turn it to a purge

Remember running on the mains with a 12

Feel like it was all eyes on me against the world

[Verse 4: Youngs Teflon]

Stay dangerous cos that's my body language

And I ain't gotta ask Trap, I know he probably brang it

I'm from the mud, I turnt my rain into holidays

Cos we all got the same 24, Molly Mae

Flew 'em out the flat, I was only tryna pay rent

Pickin' up coin if you disrespect the payments

Just like penny up when the semi get to wavin'

Spec shell cases in the park, how my day went

[Verse 5: K-Trap]

I got bine I ain't swinging any hands

Pocket rocket unfold the trigger then it bangs

Tell her dinners on my tab, think I need a bigger bag

Grab the scorch by the K you gon' hear a bigger bang

You won't ever take the risk, why I got a wetter wrist

Catch that nigga with the plaits, he gon' get it in his twists

Used to sit up in the trolley as a kid

It's mad how things change we filling up them trolleys with them bricks