[Intro: LooseScrew, Tiny & Ruth]
SK’s moving mad you know
But I came out of jail, hit strip, made chips
Went ends and copped me a stick
Oh shit, oh fuck
Bro couldn’t bake off there
Cah the spot that I’m in, man it’s way too hot
Still tryna do it in the baitest place, same way Tizzy T done P in—
[Verse 1: Tiny]
Pull up bang it (Buboom)
Broski done it and vanish (Ayy)
I never knew he had that talent
Late night do it, let’s lurk on badness (Let’s do it)
Madness, now I gotta turn to an actress (Ayy)
Oh shit, I mean actor
'Cause the feds say they got it on camera
They want me on the wing, do it up like Salah (Ayy)
Broski’s just done a madness, now he’s just tryna bake that OT spot, (OT, OT, OT)
Oh shit, oh fuck
Bro couldn’t bake off thеre
'Cah the spot I’m in man it’s way too hot, (Mazza)
Bro made it bеat like Mazza (Ayy)
Oh lard, tryna K that man (Kayman)
Back then I used to link JM on the strip, two O’s in a AJ bag (Oi)
Man just do it like bruce, and dash (Dash)
On tops for the boys with waps (Ayy)
On god, man I need me waps
Now I gotta ride with this shank on back (Shank on back)
Attack, attack (Ayy), bro hit his face and his hat, (Bow)
He was really tryna tape that strip, like
Really tryna turn man pack
Why do my opp boys drop? (Dead up)
But of course we’re trying
Them boys hide, in Hide And Seek, (Let’s lurk)
The only people I play that game with is askar when they ride on me (Ayy)
The only people I play that game with is askar man when they ride on me (Ayy)
Broski done it all bait (Ayy), I never knew that his heart was in it, (Never)
But his heart was ready and his mindset different
Mindset, “Get him, and fish him”
Mindset, “Get him, and fish him”
See blue lights, gotta run that distance (Dash)
Cah I ain’t tryna do handcuffs next morning, doing up Thameside living (No way)
[Verse 2: Ruth]
Still tryna do it in the baitest place, same way Tizzy T done P in Burgess (Bow)
Jakes on man, gotta flip this pack so I’m tryna invest in workers (Invest)
Dialect streets when we step
Every time we lurked, gang did it in Germans (Mm)
Playback gang that’s me and my set (Gang)
Step for the kill all we think is murders (Bow, bow)
Whole gang’s been on smoke, (Smoke)
Do it like glasses, dot’s in my hand
No gloves tryna get man poked (That’s bro)
Gang done gave out seven [?] seconds, (Ching)
That’s nuttin' but shanks in coats (Ching)
And he got shot and splashed by gang, how's little man still on road? (Mm)
Lucky that he ain’t turned ghost (Bow)
SmokeSquad business, don’t you forget it
Do it for Incog and GB too (Gang)
Gang love stepping are you forgetting when all of you dashed from me and Loose? (Slow)
12’s rev it, hand ting press it
Seven guys round your side tryna catch your bruce (Bow, bow)
Man fill that ride with Russians in it, if not then we step in twos (Mm)
Shoot, finna roll up and boot (Bow)
Darkskin yute with a mask on his face, they don’t know if it’s Twin or Ruth (Bro)
Darkskin yute with a mask on his face, they don’t know if it’s Twin or Ruth (Mm)
Darkskin yute with a mask on his face, they don’t know if it’s Twin or Ruth
[Verse 3: LooseScrew]
Little man splashed times three (Mm)
What gang’s gonna make it four? (M17)
Come like everywhere in London little man spills his juice on the floor (Ay)
I been done banging on the 2’s
If I’m bored I might bang on the 4’s (Rr)
I do my chores, I sweep up quick
Get round with the shotgun sawn (Boom)
Man’s pissed if I crash this rental, lean out the window and crash this dental, (Boom)
Bro slapped that dot’s and the wood came off so you know man’s holding it gentle (Mm)
Me and JB on the ride in the back of the ride, oh shit that’s mental (Free him)
Oh shit that’s ments, they say they’re sending the shots
But a friend of an opp, so we done him again, (Ching, ching)
They’re like “Loose go ride for your friends” Man , put it on my mums that man’s riding on them (That’s right)
If I ain't got the splash then bro’s got the skeng
Can’t lie man my opps got numbers
Still pull up and crash at the pumpers (Boom)
Aim up high tryna hit mans jumpers
Three times five, splash on my hip
Four times seven in the pyrex dish
Ten plus seven the team I’m repping, really outside tryna slide on pricks (Smoke)
They say “Money and violence don’t mix”
But I came out of jail, hit strip, made chips
Went ends and copped me a stick
Man they’re lucky that I lost that shit (Luck)