[Intro: T.Darko]

Yeah

Darks

Tiny Darks

Boost

You know how it is

No fucks 'round 'ere

Real dons out 'ere

Bark off at anytime

Pecknizzy

Certified bangers innit? (Pecknarm)

[Verse 1: Darks]

This is the Pecknizzy town brudda

Where Young Guns carry flip 10 pound cutters

No bitches 'round 'ere, this ain't Ann Summers (Nah)

But there's gang bangers, and some dope runners (Trap mash)

You know we're on this ting, we got brought honest

PMS, PYG's will get the new gunners

And my niggas screaming S.I (S.I)

P's up to my niggas like [?] and Killa Ki

You pussies don't let go (Nah)

Fam we dump loads (Loads)

And you're asking me why to cat (Why?)

'Cause every little bit helps like Tescos

If you try to run I know a slug will try and hit your flesh bro

Pecknarm, yeah we get dough

Bark off, rasclart pits, niggas best know

Smart man, have you blacked out like the dress code

You niggas move moist like wet hoes

[Chorus: Darks]

You don't wanna bring your dogs down to our pound (Nah)

You better know 'Narm dogs bark rounds

You couldn't let your dogs run loose 'round our bits (Yeah)

'Narm dogs flex like ras pits

You don't wanna bring your dogs down to our pound (Nah)

You better know 'Narm dogs bark rounds (Yeah)

You couldn't let your dogs run loose 'round our bits

'Narm dogs flex like ras pits

[Verse 2: T.Darko]

This is my gang, Pecknarm Black Gang

No fist fights, we're letting them gats bang (Bow)

Mash the strip, hardcore trapper (Trapper)

If your attitude stinks, believe me I'll slap ya

Trust me I do shit, fuck you and your clique

Bring it to me, little prick are you stupid? (Mad)

Couple fake peeps, but my real G's

Me and Young Killa, making real P's

Said you came 'Narm, you reached the border

You would've have got slumped if you came around the corner (Trust me)

Little dickheads, try something

You know fun and games why the .9's in front of you

Blacked out (Blacked out), straps out (Straps out)

Squeeze off, [?] (Out)

Then back to the trap house, count up the prof from the draws that I mashed out

[Chorus: Darks]

You don't wanna bring your dogs down to our pound (Nah)

You better know 'Narm dogs bark rounds

You couldn't let your dogs run loose 'round our bits (Yeah)

'Narm dogs flex like ras pits

You don't wanna bring your dogs down to our pound (Nah)

You better know 'Narm dogs bark rounds (Yeah)

You couldn't let your dogs run loose 'round our bits

'Narm dogs flex like ras pits

[Verse 3: Tiny Boost]

You wanna know 'bout the 'Narm dogs?

Come 'round town, and you'll see that they're 'Narmed off

We ain't dealing with the arms [?], we're fighting off heads til they call in the arms squad

And I keep my thing off the leash

You best bop and weave, when we fucking squeeze

You'll get dropped with ease

You'll get munched in your back homes

Fuck a pig, 'cause I'm rolling with the black chrome

Couple [?] leave you lying on the back roads

Then it's back to the back roads

Now you know how my dogs do

Bring your dogs thru', you'll get munched like dog food (Dog food)

And you can't tell my dogs to sit, we won't dodge your whip

When we ride out and pop the sticks

Only deal with the proper shit

Aim and top his wig

Leave him a topless prick (Prick)

[Chorus: Darks]

You don't wanna bring your dogs down to our pound (Nah)

You better know 'Narm dogs bark rounds

You couldn't let your dogs run loose 'round our bits (Yeah)

'Narm dogs flex like ras pits

You don't wanna bring your dogs down to our pound (Nah)

You better know 'Narm dogs bark rounds (Yeah)

You couldn't let your dogs run loose 'round our bits

'Narm dogs flex like ras pits

You don't wanna bring your dogs down to our pound (Nah)

You better know 'Narm dogs bark rounds

You couldn't let your dogs run loose 'round our bits (Yeah)

'Narm dogs flex like ras pits

You don't wanna bring your dogs down to our pound (Nah)

You better know 'Narm dogs bark rounds (Yeah)

You couldn't let your dogs run loose 'round our bits

'Narm dogs flex like ras pits