[Intro]

I used to trap at big bro's

Fuck man, I need that lucky number, fuck man, I need a bingo

And she from Slough, and I'm from South so she said, "Repeat that lingo"

Loaded waps in the five, they must free Five, tres, cinco

And I don't know nuttin' about retail working, darling, I work by ringtone

[Verse 1]

Shot with power the sawn-off nose

What I do for my wrist on froze, you wouldn't make it home

MZ linked with a stick, he let it rip, no Beyblade show

600 on the M23, bro pissed cah my flavour's smoked

I flung a ton with bro and my brownie say I'm tapped and tight tho'

She got a mean Mac D's, why? She just weren't my type though

I hit the M with snow but this big risk like I walk on tightrope

I used to top my eights on the 118, coulda had my eyes closed

Grab t'ree six and ghost it, way before any Ford could notice

Free Fifth, fuck the judge, no joking, they got life, it's a joke ting

I had weight on my 125 but my 4-door held the mostest

I used to trap at mummy's door 'till I got nicked for my Hovis

[Chorus 1]

I used to trap at big bro's

Fuck man, I need that lucky number, fuck man, I need a bingo

And she from Slough, and I'm from South so she said, "Repeat that lingo"

Loaded waps in the five, they must free Five, tres, cinco

And I don't know nuttin' about retail working, darling, I work by ringtone

No he ain't never swung and won yet

And that's my bro with the loaded woah, you ain't never seen this gun step

Got half of B two separately, so I probably got weed off nut then

Still send to my favourite number, I want a re' by sunset

[Verse 2]

We took the ride no talking, silent power, Stephen Hawking

S jumped out the bando window, they blocked him off and caught him

MZ jumped out the bando window, my bro escaped, he's awesome

Little bro done him again and ate the AM like the early morning

I was in a band with Crass but I woulda done busk if I knew 'bout buss

I love my bro-bro 'nuff, we hit the hotspot with a phone and grub

The ANPR's had man on the hard shoulder with a hundred lug

Blue-lighting on the A1, fuck, that's how my rev count stuck

We hit the trap extensive, rev they fear when they intercept it

Cah this dot-dot cost a Gucci watch but the handting cost a Breitling

My boy ST just a mess, he's lost bare pack and the pack expensive

Then we jugg, hit the benches, why? We trap live in the trenches

[Chorus 2]

No he ain't never swung and won yet

And that's my bro with the loaded woah, you ain't never seen this gun step

Got half of B two separately, so I probably got weed off nut then

Still send to my favourite number, I want a re' by sunset

I used to trap at big bro's

Fuck man, I need that lucky number, fuck man, I need a bingo

And she from Slough, and I'm from South so she said, "Repeat that lingo"

Loaded waps in the five, they must free Five, tres, cinco

And I don't know nuttin' about retail working, darling, I work by ringtone

[Outro]

I used to trap at big bro's

Fuck man, I need that lucky number, fuck man, I need a bingo

And she from Slough, and I'm from South so she said, "Repeat that lingo"

Loaded waps in the five, they must free Five, tres, cinco

And I don't know nuttin' about retail working, darling, I work by ringtone