Part 1

[Intro]

Grrap

Baow, woo

Scratch mixed it

Lightwork 2

Yo

Brigade

Look, look

[Verse]

All of my opps been slapped at

Tap-tap that, man see a opp, man scratch that

Straight deliveries in a T

I'm putting bando straight in a satnav

See him posting racks on Snapchat

Me and P turned up, "Bro, let me have that"

I'm in O with a pack, man trap that

On the way up, man bank that proper

Grown men see me in cunch, they're pissed

They know that their phone line's lock off

My mum said I always get nicked

I ain't made for this shit, "You might as well hop off"

She don't know I'm the youngest yute

In the oldest town doing picks and drop offs

Tryna backstrap that yute

But we know that he don't want war

And this blue ting's way too thick

So you know that I'm hitting it raw

This yute saw silver all in my hand

He ran, he knows he don't wanna get bored

He tried run but he went to the floor

Jump out the ride and I yucked him quick

More time, he don't even know what he saw

Listen to me from '014

Most these yutes just sound like me

Now you wanna talk kings of drill

'Lowe that shit man, you have that cheek

Swing my arm, left and right with a bop

Would've thought I was LeeToTheVI

Peng ting air, chatting her gob

She didn't even know she was a lead to the green

Me and P sucked three bricks this summer

Now he's dripping in DSQ

Can't lie, man's likin' the fit

And I'm likin' the rips so I copped some too

Bad B knows when I'm patterned, she's patterned

Yo, I ain't no greedy yute

Cover my shank in spirits, push it in, burn that yute

Then I burn my suit

*** tried run got chinged

*** tried run got chinged

*** tried run in a shop, like, have you forgot that you still got chinged?

Yo, them man run into the banks

Why you tryna get cash? You're holding a ching

Yo, man tried jump in his cab, fucking lack, window ching

Caught me a vibes when I touch me ah button

I'm out tryna catch me a suttin'

They're cuttin', them niggas ain't staying for nuttin'

The money just keeps on comin', that's a BT flow

Had to flow on that, that's cold

I'm in a farm land or a seaside

Setting up shop, man's doin' up O

I might attack the block

Two shanks in hands just like I'm Moses

Smokin' dog on your friend, it's potent

Go ride for your block, stop moanin'

See a opp on the block, man soak it

Gang done too much pokings

We got articles just to show it

And this is man's city like Foden

Part 2

[Verse]

Feds tryna stop my plans and tings

So I'm still out tryna endeavour

Nap my man and we'll buss his ting

And true say he try get clever

I love and I hate when I get to the ends

There's bare love and bare vendettas

One hand in my leathers, I'm covered in red

Now man feel like the Tethered

I don't care if he's young or elder

Man just swing my sword like Zelda

I walk 'round like I'm homeless

I'm in O tryna find me a shelter

Yo, dem man ain't bad, they rap and act

Man's calling them Idris Elba

Bad B all on her knees in a orangy dress

Man's calling her Velma

I ain't ever been on bus on tour

Straight Circo bus to the court

I've been banned from my ends for a year

Cah I'm a bandit breaking laws

Yo, ever since Kwengface brought that mop

Opps know that I do my chores

Peng lightie from West

Back and breast, she ain't got no floors

She want a young boss that DxT

I'm in the trap with a CND

Man trap and mash that stack

I put my prof' on the reload P's

I got so many fiends on me

I tell her link me by the TNT

I got so many beans on me

I'm gettin' ucked off in this B&B

Bro trust me and I trust this handting

Smooth two AC, dot-dot safety

Would've been ghost if he slapped it

Numerous times man skrr and bang it

Skrrt, bang, the fat lady sang it

I got three G packs in my whip

And I just seen feds, told bro, "Don't panic"

Yo, how many times have we stepped

How many times has the door opened

Tryna G horse them and they jet

Man nearly got done at the barbers

If gang caught him, then it would've been ments

Cheffed, back my blade and then inject

Two secs, I'm coming back with that skeng

Coming back with that skeng

Or twist my shank through his neck

Kwengface B, I'm smooth and charged

Stuck in the trap, can't write no bars

Stop them lies, show us your scars

If we didn't touch you, show us your arm

Ah, still settin' up shop far

Seaside ting or next to a farm

I'm in the bando listening to K Trap

Yo, gotta put that on blast

That boy is a talker

Let's got and explore like Dora

This is man's city, man ah bring it right back like Walker

Man's tryna be rich like Porter

I was fifteen with my kitchen knife

Tell the olders, come 'round that corner

Ah, like man ah get bored up

Man roll with the fizz, no Fanta

Sneak in your home, no Santa

Bro said shoot, don't think about it too much

Coming like Drake and Sampha

Man's dishing out smoke, no cancer

Free bro-bro, man, he slapped that wapper

If I slap this wap you're packed

You ain't coming back like no Wakanda

No Wakanda shit, if I slap this mash you're fuckin' gone

Gyally in bed with the French sheets on

Like, "Bae you gotta take them off"

So many man been chinged and shot

Ain't seen the opps since shh got-got

But the verbal still won't stop

'Lowe that shit, go ride for your block