[Intro]

Traphouse Mob

This is a Melo beat

[Verse 1: K1]

A man's on him like older

Splash man down, couldn't care if he's older

Hold up, how many times you been soaked up?

Beat it like Alesha, I'll itch him up closer

About you're onto the gang

Blockboy Temz, go do some yoga

Hold up, start the 'ped, don't go slower

Aim for your chest, can't go no lower

And they ride with phones

It's all for show and tell

I scream "Fuck the 3x3's"

ZT, I'm sending you straight to hell

Bunch of bitches, stupid girls

Niggas are rotting away as well

Bunch of bitches, stupid girls

Dippz kept running and screaming "Help"

Oh-oh-oh well, what a shame

Camz got bored in his face

Lampz, Lampz got put in his place

Six feet under is where he lays

And I didn't see no one at Tops

Man I should've took it to the Village Estate

Respect my gangster, what's Green Lane?

So wait, Obiz got banged in his face?

Fuck the verbal, fuck the fame

N22 is fucking lame

K1's getting dished on ends

Y.Dot, are you sure you can handle it, mate?

I don't want sex, I just want face

Slap that corn, let's see them race

I don't want sex, I just want face

She came to do all three of my mates

See rambos and they leave each other

Back my ramz, watch my man stutter

I'm anti-green, so I do up the 9 with me and my brothers

Hop that fence

Hand on your heart, so you couldn't get drenched

I put blades in necks

Tell her get on her knees, 'cah she can't get sex

[Verse 2: Lil'S15]

I dun' said I ain't from Homerton

And these yutes can't fuck with the tug

If I get round the 2's with a loaded gun

They'll think of Lampz on the round' and run

And Risky's jaw got spun

Cameron Camz already got rubbed

If I get started in the 2's

I'll have mumzys crying regretting their son's

I'll have opp boys regretting their actions

'Cah when they see me

They're running in the shop

Like their name was Gatlin, Gatlin

Blockboy Temz, you're a fat shit, fat shit

Stop making tunes and stop acting

K1 and Mello, that's what you call a fat spliff

Aye, that's, that's what you call a fat spliff

Ain't seen Drimz in a while, stop capping

Switching sides, 'cah you know you can't hack it

N15 just pull up and clap it

Dust man down, it's please don't panic

It was me in my North Face jacket

Flicky too, that causes damage

Or it's the kick, that one is a hazard

That one is a hazard

My big bro's out on the block, he'll bang it

Free Shambo, thats my nigga no capping

Got corn if you think you can hack it

Lampa, Lampa, that shit's still banging

Aye, Lampa, Lampa, that shit's still banging

Got corn if you think you can hack it

Lampa, Lampa, that shit's still banging

[Verse 3: K1]

I've been spitting the truth like Latts

And when I talk about big bits

No, I ain't talking about Mello or Lampz

K1 is the loudest dank

Lil' Shamz, spilling juice like Dabz

Tapz just swings his shank like Latts

Creepz in the back and he just want bang

Do it like B when I swing ba-bats

And I don't do F like FILA

If there's no one in the 2

I get round the 4 tryna do it like Creepa

Lil' man just rise and creep up

Talking from your chest, lil' man just speak up

15 step bad gyal, just ease up

Ease up

Fish out your chest, get beat up

Or I beat like Alesha