Released on August 23, 2019

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[Intro]

Leave yards full of sticks if I bag that weed, left yards full of sticks when the beef got peak

Double tap and skate, anywhere it goes, back roads or mains

Sykes, Sykes

Mad up

Sykes, Sykes

Yeah

[Chorus: Trapx10 & C1]

Trap fit, get rid of the pack quick, don't need gym just to get my gains

Is it me or the fame? Suttin' get touched and the Hill's to blame

We smoked his dog with the Star, lift man's arm, don't even strain

Double tap and skate, anywhere it goes, back roads or mains

Leave yards full of sticks if I bag that weed, left yards full of sticks when the beef got peak

Smell proof pack that half a B 'cause she lives with her mum and my dro' just reeks

I still got beef with fucking neeks, they always run when the handting beats

I'll tap this one 'nuff time like a cheat, back my bro and he'll back my beef


[Verse 1: Trapx10]

Rolling dirty, me and the gangdem, that's corn flying out at random

Gotta look out, one eye, no Plankton, feds pop up, I'm ghost, no phantom

Bro traps buju, no Banton, I always got dro' 'round me, that's standard

I wear a mask, they're calling me handsome, groupies, swing that one to the mandem

Always down for a drink like Vimto, no unders, too tall to limbo

On moves, get busy, pull up to your with thingies, break out like gringo

Tell my man open his window, or get slapped or sliced, no Kimbo

In the strip get busy, I don't need gym, still 'round weight, no Jimbo

I'm always 'round 1kg but I don't know no yutes from Kensal

If you don't wanna make these bands then I'll leave you like Adam did Kendall

No one can't chat for the guys, you're mental, fill that lead, longtime use pencils

Splash through his whip, that's dreadful, deep or kway, should've crashed them rental

I told bro dig that opp, then he got it from his head to his Air Force

Should've cut like his bredrin did, them man made to skate like Airwalk

Bros wanna swerve and skid, I'm one call away from getting chingy

Put man in the ER then make it home for Holby City

[Chorus: Trapx10 & C1]

Trap fit, get rid of the pack quick, don't need gym just to get my gains

Is it me or the fame? Suttin' get touched and the Hill's to blame

We smoked his dog with the Star, lift man's arm, don't even strain

Double tap and skate, anywhere it goes, back roads or mains

Leave yards full of sticks if I bag that weed, left yards full of sticks when the beef got peak

Smell proof pack that half a B 'cause she lives with her mum and my dro' just reeks

I still got beef with fucking neeks, they always run when the handting beats

I'll tap this one 'nuff time like a cheat, back my bro and he'll back my beef


[Verse 2: C1]

If it weren't by I then it must've been M

Us man walking around with shottys, that's just living the life of intent

Bang for my bros, walk off for a friend, I bet you won't see me again

I chill with three money making M's and I ain't gonna stop 'till the mandem set

Anything marjay wants, she'll get, couldn't care less, that's money well spent

Splash up a opp, that's chest and neck

Anywhere it goes, on them man set it and run a man down 'till I run out of breath

And then come back again, it's likely them man don't have no sense

You don't wanna get splashed or drenched, gun smoke for those on the fence

I know that too 'cause I can be too, seen a O, I don't need no preview

Redrum, no beetroot, white T splashed now it's looking all see through

She's like, "C, can I see you? I'm home alone and I more than need you"

"Do you know that I love you?", nevermind that cah I know I love me too

[Chorus: Trapx10 & C1]

Trap fit, get rid of the pack quick, don't need gym just to get my gains

Is it me or the fame? Suttin' get touched and the Hill's to blame

We smoked his dog with the Star, lift man's arm, don't even strain

Double tap and skate, anywhere it goes, back roads or mains

Leave yards full of sticks if I bag that weed, left yards full of sticks when the beef got peak

Smell proof pack that half a B 'cause she lives with her mum and my dro' just reeks

I still got beef with fucking neeks, they always run when the handting beats

I'll tap this one 'nuff time like a cheat, back my bro and he'll back my beef


[Outro]

Sykes, Sykes