[Verse 1: Giggs]

Stretch out my rap flow

Hollowman, let me switch up to swag mode

I set my spliff up, get that rolled

Pick up my door key, slip on my black coat (Oof)

Rip up a rap show

First thing, gotta pick up the strap though

Big boy suttin', that'll rip out your backbone (Mmm)

Mad batches

I wouldn't wanna be who the MAC catches

But let's switch up from the strap antics

My jeans look gully and the hat matches (Jheeze)

Fantastic

I don't spend cash, nah, I grab plastic

And talk about the rap scene, man smashed it

Your CD's whack, 'cause your man gassed it

And mad gash shit, cashed in

Walk in the park, man smash hits

The B.E.T. award, man bagged it

Popped up, guns up, Baghdad shit (Ugghhh)

Mad swag shit, crack shit

I can't leave it, strap magnet

Bagged it

Rudework Creme, man backed it

Wiley and Hollowman

Man chat shit

[Verse 2: Wiley]

Zip it up when badman are passing

Live shows, live money, we can half it (Hello)

I used to wonder why my walls had carpet

Friends made jokes and I couldn't even mask it

Now I'm making money with my old friend Target

Got a lemon zoot in my hand, lemme spark it

Tek a one draw, put it down then I aim for the target

MCs thought I was past it

Put me by the river and I bet you I could part it

Smart kid, our kid, flyboy apartment

We're doing business and they ain't even started

Underground car parks, where I'm parking

Club nights in the hood is where I started

Somebody said I can't make money

And then my daughter said, "Somebody farted" (Corrr)

I'm saying somebody charted, me

Plus somebody's laughing, me

SLK in the driveway

Bents in the courtyard, Bike in the garden

Beef? Beg your pardon

Better step back, I'm from the darkness

When I ball through there'll be no clear skies

And I don't fear guys

I'll be swinging in the market

I'll be swinging in the market

A lot of man are half-hearted

A lot of man don't bark it

A lot of man do it but they didn't start it

Hummer's on the back road where I parked it

Grime lands mine, I've already marked it

I'm a king when I roll through anywhere

You're just a king when you roll through Barnet

[Verse 3: Trigga]

Pon ya corner

I'm not a talker

No loose lips, no propaganda

No informer, no information

Never say too much, in a conversation

When mi come thru', that a danger

Big 9 milli, one inna di chamber

Man ah like, "Triggz, don't bring di Luger"

They never see me dark wid a big revolver

Sharp like a razor, cool and deadly

Bigging up mi crew inna di penitentiary

Dark like a who, dem no dark like a me

An' mi come to represent for the SDC

Fly gal she like it when mi in a corner

Manaman drive Mercedes, man ah push di Beamer

True dapper Dan, manna real super

Man I'm all about the money, man a real hustler

Just a likkle heavier

Don't where mi live inna Manchester

High explosives in a di city centre

Moss Side mandem, ah living gangsta

Black hoodie, black gloves

Dat a shadow sniper

Rough rider, see man a Rough Ryder

Pecknarm crew, 'dem a true soldier

Bow E3, protect it to di T

Rat-a-tat-tat from di big Uzi

Hol' tight Skepta, Prez T, Jme

An' Boy a Better know, see this ah Trigga MC

Hol' tight Giggs, you know see dat ah family

Roll Deep, Flowdan and mi bredrin Wiley

An' the Midlands mafia, manna come down proper

See all the flyer squad, you knows seh manna member

Baseman and Spyder, mi bredrin Cracka

Anytime we come thru', we get a likkle darker