[Verse 1 - KB]

I can spit a sixty-four, fuck it shall I add it on?

While I've still got bars, fuck it I'll carry on

Listen I never done a shooting with no bally on

Never had a chick that sucks dick and didn't pass it on

If there's a table full of straps I bet I'm grabbing one

And I ain't kicking but I'm shooting like Sessegnon

There ain't a nigga I would beef I wouldn't press it on

I'm from a block where a whole heap of vets be on

And that's B12 but shout out Winson Green

Cause all my niggas touch skin like Maybelline

They're running fast, getting gassed, tryna chase a dream

While you chase dragons like a fiend, brudda how you mean?

This ain't pool, boys kill 'em with no extra livеs

I'm tryna make the barrel shakе like it's petrified

He might roll but he ain't mandem unless he rides

I heard they want beef, started laughing until I cried

We ain't playing like we roll the dice

Take aim, turn you poltergeist

Looney's still locked but when he lands G he's over nice

So if we can buy three then let me know the price

Cause fuck being in a cell, even overnight

And twenty bags wasn't nothing, I made that overnight

I tell Blakez "Roll the weed cah the dank's potent"

He's got me screaming "Fuck niggas" like Frank Ocean

But sometimes it gets peak cah I drop the ting

Wanna fight Potter? This ain't a pool but we're jumping in

I tell a brudda suck his mum, thinks he's running tings

And if your girl knows don, probably done a ting

Turn around back shot, riding like Ascot

Treat that pussy like Casino, tryna hit the jackpot

[Verse 2 - Potter Payper]

I'm still eating with my family, Nan let the Dan free

I'm back up on my bullshit

This rap shit's Ben Drew, shit I mean it's Plan B

Had to get my head set, now I get it hands free

Potter still tan a white girl like Zante

Dad's Algerian, grew up in a shanty

I was on the block side, running on the backstreets

Posted on the wing, jailhouse canteen

Anti, never let my Nan sleep

Don's mum said I was a bad breed

Used to rob with Frankie

Bitches used to diss now I'm a bit of what they fancy

One finger have a jezzy screaming like banshee

Mummy made my dad leave, money made my man scheme

Trap don't stop, I don't sleep, I don't have dreams

Had to buck Francine

Hit her with the picture, the Bobby and it ran clean

Bonafide Essex boy, Potter I am that reem

Fuck Fat Joe, I'm Fat P, I'll make your back lean

I gotta get it, trap team

Trapping out of five spots, I ain't on Crimewatch

But you can bet your life that the line pops

Holla at my guy, six nil, get the white washed

Them boys violate, I ride round there with the lights off

And I ain't gotta say no more, it's a write-off

I ain't gotta say no more, now they wanna know what I'm on

Who I robbed, what I done

Me I'm on your iPhone, your iPad, your iPod

Fam I talk mulah, money in my dialogue

Fam I talk mulah, money in my dialogue

But there ain't no more weight or rosé in here

No Papi Chulo, no Jose in here

[Verse 3 - Potter Payper]

Too much years in jail, they say I've gone mad

'08, I was running wild with my don strapped

That's why they call me Potter, niggas know where my wand's at

Forty for a long, I'll have it kicking like Ong-Bak

Jakes wan' harass me so I take backstreets

Pagans wanna catch me so I keep it ballsed off

Catch me, I'll make you Bullet Boy like Ashley

Now I'm tryna mash P, push white smash B

Tryna cop the drop top, two smoking barrels and a lock stock

Line ringing nonstop, firing

Grind like I grinded, the grind gets tiring

Mummy said "You made your bed, son you gotta lie in it"

It got me flying O.T., eight-twelve force B

Big spliff peng cheese, Beema Bentley Benz P's