[Intro]

Ay Mobz, that sounds wavey

Ghosty

Ay Mobz, that sounds wavey

Ghosty

[Verse 1: OJ]

I.. I ain't from Homerton

Our opps can't fuck with a tug

And get round there in a four-door truck

With the fuck-off waps gon' take down a bus

Don't try run, I'm with Young S, rudes, and trucks

Billers on pumps, baddies on gloves

22 step, and them man run (dash)

Are you fucking dumb?

The man don't come to the woods cuh we make man dash like Forrest Gump

I'm backing my shank on violence

Dip man down tryna' turn man skunk

You know what the mandem's on

Your friend got poked, now where's he gone?

But lemme just state some facts

Shh got poked in his arm, he dropped his shank and done the dash

Wood Green run Haringey map, all of the opps know that

Rest up my broski Lampz, he done chinged up like half your gang

The whole of your squad soon dead up

But for now, man's stuck in the trap

[Verse 2: TR]

Bro-bro said it's a sweet one

Look at her face come bitter

You ain't never had corn in that ride

Tryna' slide with that loaded spinner

Broski grabbed him an 8

How many times he pulled that trigger?

Trappy rudes, I'm your local trapper, your local flipper

Most of them said they're on man

A bunch of punks and well-known fibbers

16 on the Cs

.9 in the trap, finessing with rhythm

Most many say they trap, break down bands

But they know they didn't

Just a bunch of tramps on the block

Not out for the bread or tryna get wid it

[Verse 3: OJ]

I'm in the trap with bits of both

Hitting them shots, tryna get shit sold

Got all of the opps on ropes

Add a K on the Lane, add a K on the O

I'm in the field, 10 toes

Only 2 run north, if you know, then you know

Them man they're broke

Stuck in the trap, tryna get some dough

Feds took the whole of the gang

I can't wait til' the mandem's home

Anyting green get love

The whole of north London knows

[Verse 4: TR]

I really hit cells in the backstreet

See a man dash off like an athlete

This bad one just wan' trap me

I just wan' brain and to touch that batty

Man know, I'm TR trappy

See me in the trap now she say she a bad B

Tell a broke boy, "Please don't at me"

Bro in the wizz, way too slappy

Big bro got OT spots like acne

Old school days, giving broski backies

Now I'm in the whip, hitting shots in the alley

RIP Lampz, definition of a savage

Broadday bootings, broadday blammings

We was in the T-house, doing up stacking

Both from the peds, just doing up trapping

I get my bread and I do it with passion

Shanks in the 2's, we don't tolerate lacking

We don't tolerate lacking

[Verse 5: OJ]

It was me and Yung S that night

In a 4-door truck with that loaded spinner

Just got the drop from a Park Lane bitch

So I hopped in the ride to go drop that sinner

It's all fun and games

Til' the mandem come and burst off triggers

Serious hitters, we skurr and them man trip up

[Outro]

Ay Mobz, that sounds wavey

Ghosty