[Chorus]

In town with papers, buyin' some trainers

Now I need an outfit to match

A shot that's local, gimme a phone call

So I put the door on latch

Bad b sayin' she love me, she just my body

I tell her "don't get attached"

You wanna try step saucy, tuck your jewelry

You don't wanna get that snatched

Pack from the plug, get it gone in a day

I'm not like these niggas

TT makes the line go mad and it makes me glad when I count my figures

My niggas dem hot on the block for the guap

And rein' up in them dingers

Buss them winners, show you 'bout drillers

Spin man's block if I slide with spinners

But let me get back to the trap

They don't get guap but they wan' get tugged

Show man the price of this [?] startin' to drop what he thinks of the plug

Bro got flake until he straight dropped it, you can phone for grub

Dem man hate with a empty pockets

I get back, bill this bud

Trap boy come tun' up the curb, trap boy come tun' up the party

We turn up for your darrgie, nargie, I already know it's a "no"

Big hand tings and spin tings

You don't wanna see bro rise that pole

(Bow, bow, bow, bow)

You don't wanna see bro rise that pole

[Chorus: Bandokay and SBA Karma]

I'm in Enfield town, back windows down

'Scuse me Miss, she leng and brown

Skeng on me when I'm rolling 'round

Cah I don't wanna end up dead in the ground

Bro's in the T with white and brown

And if the feds knock, don't make a sound

Out the back door tryna lose them clowns

'Cause I don't wanna be locked down

[Verse 2: Bandokay]

Just got feedback, say the food come piff

We ain't seen no one in Eddy

They all hidin' or in my spliff

My young boys loose like tiff

T house guap got me doin' up shifts

TT cap, don't shot, no snitch

Two hands on the 4, yeah, this one's stiff

Pissed, me I just try don't miss

So many many that I got on my list

Everybody hates killi, everybody hates Chris

I want man dead, I ain't swingin' my fist

I'm swingin' my blade deep in and twist

Crunch time, nuttin' like craver's crisp

Gelato I'm smokin', flavourish

Tryna do M way ---

You can get hit by corn and bits

But your hair is bang when your coat gets ripped

Cock it, cock it, watch it fling my wrist

He got chinged now he's doin' up crisp

I'm in the O with [?]

I'm with SJ doin' opp block chips

Jump out gang, let the dot-dot spit

I'm with mango rambo like Kidd

Or I'm in the bando servin' them kits

He got-got and fixed

Told the opp thots to deep in this mix

Spin ting spin so don't get hit

The neighbours lookin' like "damn, oh shit"

Opp block tours, it's hot, it's lit

No reactions when your friends get ripped

I'm on the 9 piece tryna creep and skid

It's no blanks, straight corn we dish

[Chorus: Bandokay and SBA Karma]

I'm in Enfield town, back windows down

'Scuse me Miss, she leng and brown

Skeng on me when I'm rolling 'round

Cah I don't wanna end up dead in the ground

Bro's in the T with white and brown

And if the feds knock, don't make a sound

Out the back door tryna lose them clowns

'Cause I don't wanna be locked down

I'm in Enfield town, back windows down

'Scuse me Miss, she leng and brown

Skeng on me when I'm rolling 'round

Cah I don't wanna end up dead in the ground

Bro's in the T with white and brown

And if the feds knock, don't make a sound

Out the back door tryna lose them clowns

'Cause I don't wanna ----