[Intro]

(NineOne)

[Verse 1: Pete]

I ain't got time for wasting

So I'ma be direct Hastings

Let off the dogs, they chase him

Watch 'em run like greyhound racing

In a big old yacht, plain sailing

Seize it, that's mine for the taking

Shut your mouth

Nah, we don't deal with the bacon

And I mind my business

Family man, I love my missus

Feet up with a tea in a cup

And a rag in my hand and a plate full of biscuits

Stay silent witness

You don't wanna end up name on the hitlist

Get cut, get trim

Can't run from me, I'm on top of my fitness

[Verse 2: Bas]

Glass of the dark Bacardi

Birds wanna come bonk at the after-party

Call me captain while I'm backing the rum

Second to none, I'm one big son of a gun

And I'm paid, this monеy comes rolling in

Louis luggage, I hold it in

Pinstripe on thе suit and it's YSL

I got every colour they sold it in

Let me just break it down

Twenty-five bags on the racing hounds

A man like me don't wait around

You make one wrong move, get taken out

Touchscreen on the Tesla dash

High tech, new name, call me Techno-Bas

Inspector Gadget, the car's got magnets

Glovebox pin to protect the mash

[Verse 3: Pete]

Hop out the range

Rearranging my hair then I'm jumping the queue to the front

Yeah, step to the green room

Smoking a man then I'm rolling his ash in a blunt, uh

Anyone will get that backhand

Sovereigns up to the kingdom come

Nah, I don't give a monkeys

Knocking boots with his bird while I back this rum, yeah

Let me grab my shooter

Give me the keys to the car, no scooter

Loot that strip, then I stack that mula

Circle the block in a loop, like a hula hoop

So rude, so reckless

Iced-out charm on my diamond necklace

My name's at the top of the guestlist

Little prick, give him a jab just like tetanus

[Verse 4: Bas]

Fix up, look sharper

Young boys, you need to try harder

Three-piece suit while I sip Cortado

Got birds lined up for the young Sinatra

I'm frank with 'em, did 'em

Bruck that down like brocks in the walls of the bando building

Where the cracks got filled in

So the feds couldn't find that stash

Back to the villa, mattress drilling

Head-top gone like circumcision

Love this feeling, countless women

Count that cash while I sing Bob Dylan

London villain, rise and grill 'em

His time's up, let me Richard Mille 'em

Boys come with 'em, dirt and dig 'em

Six feet deep in a dirty ditch

[Verse 5: Pete]

And I'm in my seventies

Old cat with a flow so heavenly

Big gaff on the hill like Beverly

Steel toe cap, air force energy

God bless my enemies

We're not chums, I'm a different pedigree

So don't talk that nonsense

Or you get toasted like prawn sesame

Scored so many goals, don't miss

Taking the piss, where's your keeper?

Chopped up in a black bin bag

Poor sod lost in a Bosch fridge-freezer

I'm a lovely geezer

But sometimes I'm a violent bastard

I work hard all week

Wait 'till the weekend then I get plastered

[Verse 6: Bas]

Park up outside, headlights on full

Full of them sticks, so I can't get pulled

Pulling them birds like rings on cans

Can a man rest? I'ma block them calls

Call cleaners when a job gets done

Done a man in, did him in, got spun

Spin that wheel, foot down on the pedal

Pedalling gear, ship that by the tonne

Tunbridge Wells for the house in cunch

Went country to supply that lunch

Lunch outside in a plastic wrap

Wrapped up warm for the night time run

Run a man down, then I grabbed his food

Fed that grub to the local nits

Knit tight, got a smaller circle

Circle the block while I fling them bits