[Intro: Uncs & KayyKayy]
London's a dungeon, but I love this life
Opp boys good with their vocals
All turned rapper, since they locked in
[Verse 1: Uncs]
London's a dungeon, but I love this life
All eyes on me, no London Eye
Kayy, they couldn't live a day in our Nike
Saint Thomas More, kicked out Year 9
Dem times there, used to play with knives
Now we're big boys, we just play with .9's
I heard shush got one in his mind
Lampa, Lampa, bill him up, get high
Yo, really living like Saints Row
'Cah I’m purple, I got beef with the green
J is a shotgun fiend
Slap that mash, turn man into weed
This K1 pack's alright, but this Lamppost put man to sleep
All the bad b's wanna hang with me
Yo, I'm a real VIP
NP block party, all the bad B's want a pic with me
I bet he runs when I bark this heat
SinSquad, we’re the heart of T
Get bun out your Fendi tee
Yo, don't believe them Niners, 'cah they lie on we
Yo, they lie on beats
My man denied his block
My man denied his G's
He can never mention me
I'm tryna kill this neek like I kill this beat
Leave man in memory
This life I live is intense
Make Tugga bore you up in your head
[Verse 2: KayyKayy]
I swear I had enough of the socials
All I see is neeks just takin' the piss
Opp boys good with their vocals
All turned rapper, since they locked in
These guys got gassed if a girl's in a spliff
They ain't done no drills for their friend who got wigged
Feds had me in the station ragin'
Stressed, 'cah Drettz got zored with his bitch
Eight man lurk in the A
But five of our blades that zored up Swifts
Opp block tour, Ramz got slapped and zored, should've been in blue Slims
My man used to run from my blade
He ain't faster than the corn in a clip
A hundred drills got did
Free 6ix man, this is real rap, no fibs
Don't ask what I'm reppin'
I heard there's a function in London
System stepped in, watch all the tension
I can tell you 'bout glides, push bikes
Big knife on my side, for a deuce I'll stretch him
Did he get thirteen or nine?
I remember that night, I couldn't answer the question
Nuttin' but serious steppers
He got drenched, I counted 11
Cut thru' the 9, folks lettin' off seven
I seen a nigga bow when the corn hit his melon
We know that the 2's are washed
But I swear that the 9 is the wettest
How you just come out of jail and stick with your girl and get crashed by the members?
Hold up a second, flick shank wettings
That's me and my chargie
You don't wanna see four doors get bussed and gangdem hop out the car seat
Wallahi these guys are washed
They snap for the rallies, words from Sparky
Opps try come to the party
Now I wanna see my OG for a Smartie
Free Z, free Z
Bro love glide with heat from the army
One man up or with gang
I'm assist and score like Vardy
I can't get caught with this barbie
She don’t know my shawty's tapped like Harley
We just got a brand new mash
This teeth in the wap would've got down Barnie