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Only You Freestyle Lyrics Woi Yes Yes Woi Again and again, again and again Yeah Yo Chubbs might jam this yute for a chain And give it to a sweet one, called that Maya Jama Givin out gifts like Santa, sippin on Sanna Used to do lean and Wock Closet filled up with designer, comin like Panda, Panda Yeah, gyal just came to the booth and asked for a wheel She never heard drill in Atlanta Arabic ting told me that I look like Youssef, look like Hamza Habibti please, ana akeed, inti wa ana ahla With Pop Skull in Gaza, but not that Gaza, but still its a mazza Niggas want peace like Cassava But we let bridge dem burn like grabba Woi Four in the cliz and one in the headie Hand no shake, man, hold that steady You man love pose with the ting for the picture You man shoulda buss that ting already You man love hezi, hezi Yeah, cant backchat to the Prezi Know when the beef just taste like veggie? Gyal go Ritz for the mani-pedi CC bag look nice, but the Birkin bag look way more heavy Thats just a big gyal ting, man, you get me? Raemi just turned mommy, and thats my sis, so I just turned abti Fan mail came to the crib from a yute that loves me, I swear that touched me I never even drive no whips I own, so they all look way too dusty If me and Gallest go St. Michael, the gyal come way too fussy, crushy Man said they would do this and that, but the man wasnt really that wassi, was he? Nah, nah, nah, the man wasnt really that what? One-nine-four-two hits my system, man get way too frosty, buzzy Girls from the past that lost me love me Same ones there that crossed me, cuss me Everything come full circle, word to the boss above me Slow stroking cause the bamski way too big, my gyal dont rush me Woi Dont make me have to rise my rifle Man try send some young boys for me, dont make me have to ride by high school Shit you man been droppin lately, dont make me have to fly my iTunes So much people buy into my hype, dont make me have to buy my hype too Dealt with the big homie already, dont make me have to side-by-side you Nuff times he tried to hide behind you Amnesia but when I remind you Im touchin road and I cant find you Word to the M-O-B Im tied to Im givin up when I decide to, jheeze One Suh-suh-suh Suh-suh Suh-suh, suh-suh-suh-suh Oh, how we hate leggies How much points have the gang got? Many Didnt ever have to rise that dots It was just under my bed and ready Bro-bro chinged up an opp Boy, I swear he got chinged already That next one thought he was boss Then he got shot, Nathan Tettey Got this bad B, Ohene My next one from yard love reggae We dishin out store and telly Then we in France balling out, Trezeguet She look sexy sippin on Henny My prawns grilled and my pasta penne She give headie, headie My tracksuit Louis, now covered in Fenty Used to put the light in the cling And it still didnt stop it smellin like petty Put a dark in the blue, then we put it in the red, Balotelli Them times it was M way I mean M way, T house, M way Now its penty, uptown penty Bentley, Range, then Bentley Have you ever had your pockets empty? But still found the bread to afford a trenton? Six litres flying through Epsom I swear Ive seen life from both perspectives That spot so far upsuh, en-route, got no connection I done run through so much Scottish notes Couldnt care bout no recession I still get one jail call from Boogie Judge gave him twenty years straight, it moved me CPS murder in the dock like Rupert Cah lil bro went and dun him so ruthless Got this cutie, she half-Cuban Probably why she like playin with the Cuban Say she like chillin with the ooters, booters Eating uptown all suited booted, booted, booted They wasnt with us when the jeans were bootleg Put in that work, we aint never been spoon-fed Comin for the jungle, you know where the zoo is Four-four or the three-two auto bells, its a toothpick No rap cap, we just speak what the truth is Lord forgive them, they dont know what theyre doing Shotgun, open the hatch, I put two in Still aint forgot how it feels to be losin They thought it was permanent, found it amusin Now this drip on me like Im canoein Time just flyin Im just tryna take this live ting to my juvies, juvies So the beef is fryin They aint tryna stop slidin, Toosie, Toosie 44Embed

Clash Lyrics Jordan 4s or Jordan 1s, Rolexes, got more than one My AP cost thirty-one, millimeters: forty-one Stick him up with a stick-stick, he drew the shorter one You cant short me one, in the club with the shortest one Lighty, the shortest one, on my mind, Jorja one Crocodile bag, I bought her one, vegan ting, I slaughter one Freaks, I got more than one, fuck, daddy and daughter one Tory puttin in labour, this that Jeremy Corbyn one Awkward one, race me there, wait, hare, tortoise one I need a ting, thirty plus, Blackberry and Walkman 1s Look, I left my phone and my babies, silent mode My guys on ridin mode, zombies, survival mode Hes got a new vest? Man, pop that shield, no microphone Ill ride for bro, hes next to I like typin O The score: 5 and 0, 6-to-1 For the kicks I love, twelve-fifty-four like 6-to-1 Babe, cant look at my mentions, thats Area 51 Im so close to my pension, my left wrist is sixty-one My left wrist retiring, mm My apprentice tryna give Alan Sugar, theres no way I can— Jordan 4s or Jordan 1s, Rolexes, got more than one My AP cost thirty-one, millimeters: forty-one Stick him up with a stick-stick, he drew the shorter one You cant short me one, in the club with the shortest one Lighty, the shortest one, on my mind, Jorja one Crocodile bag, I bought her one, vegan ting, I slaughter one Freaks, I got more than one, fuck, daddy and daughter one Tory puttin in labour, this that Jeremy Corbyn one Overrated one, most hated one Slid round after his birthday, gave him a happy belated one Burned that bridge, cremated one, boom-boom, bailiff one Got away with murder, this that Viola Davis one They stop and stare, watch rare, clear, stainless one Debate this one, hatin-niggas gonna hate this one, ah I live life on the high, might fly to Dubai with the guys cause the weathers been shit I can wear a different kettle every day of the month from a different— Rollies, got twenty-one, I been lit since twenty-one Girl, I need that gently one, that Savage and Fenty one, hmm Daves got the new Aston Martin plug, could you send me one? He said No need to be rentin one Big flexes, inventin one, cold, cold My bros dont chat, we just wear all-black on a blend-in one Man are talkin war, dont know bout war til you end in one The machine got sweets, on a vending one Needed a hit, could have penned him one, cah youre pendin one Aight, she wanna go to the cinema, so we just walk downstairs The mortgage cleared, weve overtaken all our peers After all these years, disrespect is all I hear Im Pep, I ball with flair Off the set, they storm like, off the set, they storm like Piers Thats what I call mornin tears Them man are talkin bare, but its cool cause— I got my ting so Im more than good, anytime that I walk my hood I got the Jordan 4s and 6s, all I need now is Jordyn Woods Dont get caught for pus, dont die for nyash We slide and crash, sixteen, dont write and clash Sixteen, dont battlerap She got the WAP and a wap, what are you thinkin? Mans on simpin, Ill buy her a car like a pair of— Jordan 4s or Jordan 1s, Rolexes, got more than one My AP cost thirty-one, millimeters: forty-one Stick him up with a stick-stick, he drew the shorter one You cant short me one, in the club with the shortest one Lighty, the shortest one, on my mind, Jorja one Crocodile bag, I bought her one, vegan ting, I slaughter one Freaks, I got more than one, fuck, daddy and daughter one Tory puttin in labour, this that Jeremy Corbyn one20Embed

Know Better Lyrics They should know better They should know better They should know better Melo Beats Traphouse Mob Bad B on the Nizz You really think I went upsie for scrum? Live corn in the shh I could’ve let it in the uni room But I know better Opps wanna see me get nicked with a shh But I know better Next day shh got-got by shh Gang done got down two this week, thats shh and shh They should know better Don’t see me in the flesh and don’t make man leak Man do shit for the gram and tweet Man rise that shh and skeet How many: shh, shh, shh, shh? Lets see Man could’ve put it on the net When gang done chinged up shh And the bros didn’t neither Man just left it to the media They say I took a L in L But shh made a W in W Anything green get wah, then oh lord Know better Anything shh, shh, excellent finish, Mo Salah How man tell me buss my shh? Only cah they know I’m on camera They want me in the bin, Osama That would’ve been four summers Let me know if your favourite rapper wouldve shh, shh, shh You feel me? Still out here B Lobster, steak and these things One Old friends doing up commentary But they forgot that shh got shh Then they came over here with the mandem And that’s just becah Abz made Robbery Everybody do it for the net so much They forget to go do their job properly Shh done chinged down shh Put one on the wing, I was playin Monopoly Still see me on the opp block open toe I could’ve put shh on the net When I had man crashin on Croyland Road Bad B on the Nizz You really think I went upsie for scrum? Live corn in the shh I could’ve let it in the uni room But I know better Opps wanna see me get nicked with a shh But I know better Next day shh got-got by shh Gang done got down two this week, thats shh and shh They should know better Don’t see me in the flesh and don’t make man leak Man do shit for the gram and tweet Man rise that shh and skeet How many: shh, shh, shh, shh? Lets see OFB run Tottenham And I love my team like a Spurs fan Get round there and try burst man Blue Nile or I hit Kervans Them boy there neeks Cheff game on fleek Just copped new sweets Straight cash, no deets My strap got grease Still stack them P’s Ring, trap all week Got beef in the streets So I invest in shells Had man changing their bio Hashtag your bredrins world Try put gang on a vid Twenty-four hours later Shh got slapped with a stick Now opps can’t stand on their strip All now I don’t know who my paigons are Cah them man don’t wanna buck me My niggas keep up with fuckery Slide round there with that brucky Fry man like it’s Kentucky If I don’t hit one then they’re lucky If I don’t hit one then they’re lucky But I’m still gonna try my best Blow my ting and take him out the game I’m like the ref In the field I slide on dem But I ain’t tryna kick mans leg Twelve inch Rambo, dip mans chest Send shots tryna hit mans head Mind your friends don’t intercept Bad B on the Nizz You really think I went upsie for scrum? Live corn in the shh I could’ve let it in the uni room But I know better Opps wanna see me get nicked with a shh But I know better Next day shh got-got by shh Gang done got down two this week, thats shh and shh They should know better Don’t see me in the flesh and don’t make man leak Man do shit for the gram and tweet Man rise that shh and skeet How many: shh, shh, shh, shh? Lets see Fumez The Engineer10Embed

Don’t Rush Lyrics Dont rush, slow touch Brown and white, like I go cunch Grab and buy, make em go bust  Eye for eye, make em lose trust White rum, fizzy pop Where you dey go? We dey go up Catch my vibe , let me go off Blammed her twice, man its so tough Aight yo, put the Belaire on her batty, make it kotch Seen the watch, now she wanna give crotch Boy got ps, now she hopping in the pod Man in real life sugar, gyaldem haffi get wopped Know she want dark, told her Meet me at the top Switching lanes the other day, I seen her waiting for a bus Baby this a Moncler sweater, Diesel denim Buy another while my pockets fat like Heather Neck froze like I dont know no better Benzo truck, white seats and they leather Go broke never, on my grind She make it clap like Im Busta Rhymes I got the juice, the sauce and all them things I blammed her twice tonight with all my bling Big Benz, I drive, I brought that ting Any girl you want, they want my ting Dont rush, slow touch Brown and white, like I go cunch Grab and buy, make em go bust Eye for eye, make em lose trust White rum, fizzy pop Where you dey go? We dey go up Catch my vibe , let me go off Blammed her twice, man its so tough Flood my ice, make a ho blush Back at the tour bus, gettin caught up DSquared got em distressed, gotta hand wash New racks with the old Nikes in the shoe box Keep my stripes, no cuffs Pull up in a new plate and she might just She werent tryna move bait when our eyes locked New tints on the coupé, thats her head lost Off my whites, right my wrongs Gucci my mum, while you diddle your thumbs Count my sums, this is gonna get long Love my green, Im tryna get strong Tryna get bun, where Im from, its on Yes, man dont take no dumb, threats They see funds, they hop, fence We been up, not up next Dont rush, slow touch Brown and white, like I go cunch Grab and buy, make em go bust Eye for eye, make em lose trust White rum, fizzy pop Where you dey go? We dey go up Catch my vibe , let me go off Blammed her twice, man its so tough And introducing The one and only Big truck, no clutch Wrist froze, dont touch French Ciri, Im so drunk Course I cant drink and drive, wheres my chauffeur? Bando upsuh, whip that coca I really hope this time my worker dont floss See, I was in the wok, now my penthouse at the top Shawty said theyre best friends, I bet they both fuck Cause they wont cuss, cause they said I sold drugs And when you down there, aint nobody around Wheres the comeback? When you blow up I forgot my jacket but my heated seats help me warm up Fast train to Inverurie, I used to go up Its ironic, I just sold out my show in Scotland Used to say I wanna put Tottenham on the map But one day Ima change the map in Tottenham Dont rush, slow touch Brown and white, like I go cunch Grab and buy, make em go bust Eye for eye, make em lose trust White rum, fizzy pop Where you dey go? We dey go up Catch my vibe , let me go off Blammed her twice, man its so tough11Embed

Audacity Lyrics Its like You niggas audacious Hmm Yeah I roll out with no cash on me Calm now with no mash on me Stay away from these ashy youts Fore they come around and get ash on me Thats five thousand capacity Five thousand capacity Then spread that over the UK And then add it up and get back to me You pussios are not bad for me Mad man, they go mad for me Who the fuck went an gassed you up Like youre good enough to be clashin me? Oh, please stop harrassin me Charge me up and put gas in me Them likkle fish want to try ting Oh, man, the audacity I got girl in my inbox sendin me eyes Livin on the edge til the end of our lives Wolf in a sheepskin tellin me lies Sometimes I love when my enemy dies Woo, so ahead of my time Mainstream boy starts lettin off lie We can never, ever, ever level in price Take that fee, and then treble it twice, yeah The problems back, I got flows Watch your back, Im on smoke Dodge the paps and do boat My boys are maximum boast Aint no time to bly man Know my ting from here to Thailand You man got that gun off my man So you man got that gun on finance Like whats this rented skeng? Buy your own Use my pen to skeng-fry your dome Want me to send for them, mind the throne Cliché, rep your ends, die alone Cliché, run your guns and die broke I dont buy in ones, I buy bulk Yeah, go and bust your gun, I like smoke Rude boy, mind ya lungs, you might choke Like cough, cough, puff, puff, pass Youre not tough or hard They callin me the virgin Mike How the hell I bust so fast? Rude boy, I came and shook my whole era No cosigns for me and no carers 2019 and I swear Im goin clearer Jar full of dead MCs like Paul Bearer I roll out with no cash on me Calm now with no mash on me Stay away from these ashy youts Fore they come around and get ash on me Thats five thousand capacity Five thousand capacity Then spread that over the UK And then add it up and get back to me You pussios are not bad for me Mad man, they go mad for me Who the fuck went an gassed you up Like youre good enough to be clashin me? Oh, please stop harrassin me Charge me up and put gas in me Them likkle fish want to try ting Oh, man, the audacity Had to slang this caine, no Harry Now my track suit says Balmain Paris Smoke on bro, no Cali So you better stay well back, Danny Oh, now we got beef in the streets And I thought itd only be in my patty Cause I learned how to work this handy Knowledge is power, ask Gandhi I was with the bro eatin jollof at aunties I told her Im tryna be the best I can be Next day, I go end up on the opp block Like whos on me, Chale? Come off the wing like Andros Townsend I bought her a new hanny and it cost four thousand Kept it close, paigons wanna out me They want me in a box like chicken chow mein I wonder why opps wanna try me Why feds put me in court and trial me? Bad Bs get bored and dial me And ask when were goin to the niz, Im like, Shall we? Laid back, but still rowdy Same goons from throwback still round me Funny how my old tings still shout me Oh, low me Roll out, its so casually Im poppin up in cities randomly London City or Birmingham I just done a hundred through Canterbury No security, I could have a twenty in cash on me Trident cant believe Im lege So theyre in the house like theyre Ali G I roll out with no cash on me Calm now with no mash on me Stay away from these ashy youts Fore they come around and get ash on me Thats five thousand capacity Five thousand capacity Then spread that over the UK And then add it up and get back to me You pussios are not bad for me Mad man, they go mad for me Who the fuck went an gassed you up Like youre good enough to be clashin me? Oh, please stop harrassin me Charge me up and put gas in me Them likkle fish want to try ting Oh, man, the audacity Oh man, the audacity Oh man, the audacity Oh, its a catastrophe I changed the game drastically Big Mike cut down Glastonbury Flashbacks from Glastonbury Love it when it all comes back to me Telling lies, not facts on me I roll out with no spesh on me Gods son, this is flesh on me Stay away from these paigon youts Cah many men, they wish death on me When Banksy put the vest on me Felt like God was testin me When Banksy put the vest on me Felt like God was testin me7Embed

Ain’t It Different Lyrics Suh, suh, s-s-s-suh Aint it different?  I link my ting in LA But I cant fly to the States cah I got too much convictions Apparently all I talk is prison, but I dont know no different Cah I was in jail up north, runnin another coalition Fresh home, I bought coke and whipped it I put some roses where my wrist is You aint ever made a birthday cake from Digestive biscuits Will have to take lemon juice to a piss test Every day I look up to the Lord, give thanks for all this litness Come home, fresh out the system, gymnast Rollin with smoke on my jones Pigs want all the camera on me, not the one from Dipset I still cant mix pleasure with business, sorry, princess I come a long way from broke days I got to work and fixed it Baby, are you up for this? I am feeling hot tonight Ready for the bump and grind Wheel it back and run it one more time, yeah, yeah Baby, are you up for this? I am feeling hot tonight Ready for the bump and grind Wheel it back and run it one more time, yeah, yeah Aint it different? Spent like ten years grindin Covered in diamonds, never been minin Came through, mans still shinin Cah I was in Homeford House with the pack And now Im in Dubai, limin Me and Headz landed abroad, two new kettles, perfect timin The new whips white on white, peanut butter, rose gold linin You can catch me in Central Car so dumb, when I press this button, its gone, I dont do rentals Air 1s fresher than menthol I dont wanna get shit lit, but the way that bro grip sticks aint gentle Summer time shootouts, big big loot-outs Get corn stuck in your dental Baby, are you up for this? I am feeling hot tonight Ready for the bump and grind Wheel it back and run it one more time, yeah, yeah Baby, are you up for this? I am feeling hot tonight Ready for the bump and grind Wheel it back and run it one more time, yeah, yeah Aint it different? When I first stepped in the game Man tried leech on my name, now they wanna act all distant Man love smile in my face and then they wanna chat like vixens Its good, its not back in the day, woulda got yourself wrapped on Clifton I dont really take no checks, Ill warn you And I dont do threats, Im cordial I dont even Snap on the jet, its normal Black tie, but Im dressed informal Like the boys from East, Im nasty Dont do drip, but I still stay classy You wanna know, then ask me, easy Baby, are you up for this? I am feeling hot tonight Ready for the bump and grind Wheel it back and run it one more time, yeah, yeah Baby, are you up for this? I am feeling hot tonight Ready for the bump and grind Wheel it back and run it one more time, yeah, yeah 11Embed

Golden Boot Lyrics MKThePlug M1OnTheBeat MKThePlug M1OnTheBeat Turn, turn Bad B come to the niz Skin all gold, she cute Hows her boyfriend pissed cause she know my tunes? I need me a skeng, I cant fit it in the ride We might have to slide with an open boot Scored all of these points this season OFB won the Golden Boot Still do it how I did it with Scat Weve already worn those boots Opps see the offside flag Come like they forgot their boots Them man there selective bad boys I really dont know how they pick and choose The whole gang spent bands on boots Them man cant afford no boots Im married to Elizabeth, thats my wife Anyting green get bun, still do it like I done it like half my life Any sight of the goal man shoot Perform this excellent finish, I do it like Kane or Lukaku Old school like Bergkamp and Henry Ammuniton stays on me Keep an eye out for undies Sawn-off cost me a monkey Opposition wish they can touch me I remember pedal bike days and the kitchen knife getting frontied Now man just fly out the front seat Opps know that the gang too dumpy Age 17 in country, me and Jay like Lucas and Bumpy My first phone calls my alarm clock, the line too jumpy I told my young boys fly upsee I hit shots from far like Roberto Carlos All I do is organise orders, come like I work in Argos I do it for the bread no hard-dough Headie One need a reload in cargo, still tryna do it like they did it in Narcos I put weight on my phone, no cardio Opps see me in the flesh and they cant help when their heart goes All we did is pressure these opps, now they cant stand in the field like Marlo Bad B come to the niz Skin all gold, she cute Hows her boyfriend pissed cause she know my tunes? I need me a skeng, I cant fit it in the ride We might have to slide with an open boot Scored all of these points this season OFB, OFB, OFB Free Bradz, thats my guy Someone tell RV to controlla I was on basic coping Touch road and these tyres got broken Me and this 4s like Krept and Konan They soon touch the road all swollen Bet hes gonna want his boots all golden Cant tell the gang about scoring Been over them sides there, tryna tear shirts open like Hulk Hogan I gotta burn my clothing and dodge the wing cah I like my bread toasted Dem man hope to my downfall and all now theyre still hoping Back then I tried smoke with a sawny and all now Im still smoking Just done a whole night shift and all now theyre still calling T-house looking all scary, have you ever watched Conjuring? And thats all for the bread and wine Thats even those far from holy Mask on my face They couldve been Cactus Jack or Mick Foley Bad B come to the niz Skin all gold, she cute Hows her boyfriend pissed cause she know my tunes? I need me a skeng, I cant fit it in the ride We might have to slide with an open boot Scored all of these points this season OFB won the Golden Boot Still do it how I did it with Scat Weve already worn those boots Opps see the offside flag Come like they forgot their boots Them man there selective bad boys I really dont know how they pick and choose The whole gang spent bands on boots Them man cant afford no boots MKThePlug M1OnTheBeat MKThePlug M1OnTheBeat2Embed

18HUNNA Lyrics 18 hunna for the new rusty Four and a half in the bando, profit oh-so lovely 169 18 hunna for the new rusty Man grab it and kick it like rugby I was in the T house, head back dusty Still waking up to nudes in country Four and a half in the bando Profit oh so lovely My little bro shitted out the pack and flushed it Tell me how he could be so clumsy? These bad Bs coming to the niz They dont really love me, but they love me From qway, been doing up upsy Yeah, I swear man done more sales than Gumtree If I get me that drop, it wont be nuttin like Humptys Backdoor bus, watch me get dumpy These opps cant never get comfy Heart of a lion Skenged up for the field Cah I might buck me a python Snakes in the grass, I dont know whos preeing on my ting Still gotta keep money on my mindset Losing weight all last year And I aint ever been on no diet Shh-shh got shh, all bait All now gang gotta keep that one quiet Half asleep last night, I done a night shift I couldnt even count those tenners and fivers I was fifteen stepping, stressing out cab drivers Skengs in the wiz, no licence I know full well where the 9 is You cant talk about riding 18 hunna for the new rusty Man grab it and kick it like rugby I was in the T house, head back dusty Still waking up to nudes in country Four and a half in the bando Profit oh so lovely My little bro shitted out the pack and flushed it Tell me how he could be so clumsy? These bad Bs coming to the niz They dont really love me, but they love me From qway, been doing up upsy Yeah, I swear man done more sales than Gumtree If I get me that drop, it wont be nuttin like Humptys Backdoor bus, we could get dumpy These opps cant never get comfy Look No composure, still flip like Motorolas Diss me? Then Im phoning bro up Hop into the oldest motor My west ting want to leave me But I told her I need three weeks notice Dont listen to them, theyre loafers We got beef with them mans olders Olders, hocus pocus Eyes all rolling back Gotta tap that face like babes, stay focused We aint ever had no- You see, most of my Gs got birded Thats why Ive still gotta watch for the vultures Somalis I roll with So its akhi on the side like salt fish Literally Mans been tryna make history But my little nigga in the ends And hes still tryna turn man history Ive got twins in Leicester Both tryna say that theyre into me But they aint getting no ring from me Thats Pot Noodles and Indomie So, man just put dick in her belly That girl got a big back like tellys In two-double-0 five, mans not ready My Somali called Ali, not Dele That girl wasnt worthy of the bedroom My brudda, she got touched on the settee Man came in heavy You know what it is, its Dave and Headie 18 hunna for the new rusty Man grab it and kick it like rugby I was in the T house, head back dusty Still waking up to nudes in country Four and a half in the bando Profit oh so lovely My little bro shitted out the pack and flushed it Tell me how he could be so clumsy? These bad Bs coming to the niz They dont really love me, but they love me From qway, been doing up upsy Yeah, I swear man done more sales than Gumtree If I get me that drop, it wont be nuttin like Humptys Backdoor bus, we could get dumpy These opps cant never get comfy 1695Embed

Both Lyrics Pipe it up PJ Nastylgia T house up north or near the coast, rudeboy, there’s both Spend this bread on jewels or spend it on smoke Man spend it on both Counting up this money from O or money from shows Mans counting up both Paps need a pattern business and a pattern up home Man patternin both Feds draw me out for a works and smoke Tryna do me for both They want me back on soch, using chips and rice Tryna pattern me both But Im on road, yellow bones, brown ones, I get loving from both Money and success, just let a young nigga go govern up both Me and T Buck see two opps on the mains And we ended up doing up both Too much beef on the streets Were hitting two blocks and were shooting up both I know feds want me back up in courts Sat in front of the judge just doing up oath How many times in jail was it bread and oats? Put peanut butter on both Now they say that Im the king of drill Trap, rap, Im doing it all Everywhere and everywhere, the gangs smokey Let the gangdem bring it on tour Every day I hear niggas tryna draw me out Why they all want me to war? .44 long and that poisonous scopes They dont want us bringing out both Come look at the table, its a lawn chair I had go get, traphouse really had no air You was out clubbin with nowhere OT, I had to go there But then I aint done a show here Remember I had plans to go near In the fast lane, I dont know where T house up north or near the coast, rudeboy, there’s both Spend this bread on jewels or spend it on smoke Man spend it on both Counting up this money from O or money from shows Mans counting up both Paps need a pattern business and a pattern up home Man patternin both Feds draw me out for a works and smoke Tryna do me for both They want me back on soch, using chips and rice Tryna pattern me both But Im on road, yellow bones, brown ones, I get loving from both Money and success, just let a young nigga go govern up both I just dial up bro for a half a B and tell him pattern up coke How many long afternoons did I spend in the T just bagging up both? Jailhouse, scrambling eggs in a kettle Just wishing I could have it with toast I couldnt tell you how weak was a sunday roast Rice pudding all in that bowl See this life of sin, Im just tryna make sure my heart stays pure Feds had me locked for time Evidence they would never find like Jah Cure I was tryna get rich or die, fuck tryin Id rather be dead than poor Im really out ere tryna govern it all Money, power, respect and more Come look at the table, its a lawn chair I had go get, traphouse really had no air You was out clubbin with nowhere OT, I had to go there But then I aint done a show here Remember I had plans to go near In the fast lane, I dont know where T house up north or near the coast, rudeboy, there’s both Spend this bread on jewels or spend it on smoke Man spend it on both Counting up this money from O or money from shows Mans counting up both Paps need a pattern business and a pattern up home Man patternin both Feds draw me out for a works and smoke Tryna do me for both They want me back on soch, using chips and rice Tryna pattern me both But Im on road, yellow bones, brown ones, I get loving from both Money and success, just let a young nigga go govern up both Both Money and success, just let a young nigga go govern up both7Embed

Drill Lyrics The search has claimed that social media is being used increasingly by gangs, to provoke each other and could be responsible for a rise in violence. The social group Catch22 told Sky News that, Videos and pictures posted online can intensify other rivalries, in ways not experienced by previous generations. Let me tell you how my animals move Step in the cut, designer shoes, done it in Canada Goose And these neeks aint touch me ever, Ive bored up their olders too Anything opp man drill it, or man fish it, Harlem Loose Crime scenes we done many plus, SA way too cheffy Anytime the opps make snaps, me, M and the Twins try lurk round Kelly Splash man down thats blood pon many, we came through and them boy werent ready Step for the kill dont bring that celly, say misch mash but their stacks on empty Got Naghz like Future got Metro, shoot that nigga if bro dont trust Slow down baby or screw me, trying on my hoodie, put it down love Smoking on dog or cookie, I see man stooky when shotgun buss You get got then you run out of luck Bruck down 20 of each I distribute grubs at the same way, President Trump distributing his speech I swear me and T wouldve been rich, if we ever had a run thats clean But for years we was doing up jail, between two Gs thats hundreds of weeks Thats all for jugging and violence, obbo in the hood thats Trident Things in the kitchen thats science, trap phones filled up with clients And the opps cant tell me bout riding, I had the whole block smelling like tyres And I know what it feels like to be dead broke, I scrapped the fuck out the Pyrex I heard a whole load of sirens How they talk about pressure? When its me that applied it I put skengs in a bruk down Vestra Dem man are Brock like Lesnar I still get it in a dance, I couldnt give a fuck about wands and sensors Circle the opp block too many times now the gang just restless My phone done a One last night, I just spent it Cause these weapons still part of expenses, Im still stuck in the trenches Been locked in a room with weights and benches, my trap phone still bench press Spend it on teeth and we aint even gotta go dentist Drilling, trapping, olympic chinging Name an opp block I aint been in Anything green get bun, hit anyone except kids and women Rambos twinning, on a late night tryna catch man slippin Go home with my black blade drippin, dem man run, shit, I pray that I catch one trippin Chef man down Im Michelin starred, tools in the ride like Im fixing a car Whos got a problem? No block in Tottenham does more drilling than ours I can get man down with the team, or I can ride alone Leave my house and my keys, rambo tucked and a Lyca phone Jakes done a raid at my mums house, I can tell that she aint impressed I swear down I really hate these feds Must think Im dumb, to have this gun and stay at the same address They couldnt rate me less DC tried read my rights, told him not to waste his breath Red up on a g-pack, all of these cells that I hit to the b-cats Could have me back in a cell in a b-cat, and I aint tryna see that So I gotta step with caution, sliders or expensive Jordans RV Im stuck in the trap, like my girl didnt get an abortionEmbed

Once In A While Lyrics Sykes, Sykes Top floor penthouse I reminisce just once in a while Q and Q for free Everybody getting high when I come to the town I was locked down down South Had tugs tryna tell me ’come to the mount Had a couple months til I’m out Just three months later, had a nine in that presser And it come straight out that blender I was out ere playin catch up Cah I know that my timin is precious How many times did I do that fast lane? Reach that junction, take that exit? It couldve been wrap when I throw this twenty But it got spent on a sawn off Trenton Get yourself caught on the lack No one cant save him Youre gonna see a doctor, who? David Tennant Four long kickin Swear down this one here ain’t from Tekken Caught me a suttin’ and it got left leakin I done it just like my pendant This black blade, that’s my best friend, thats my best friend And all the fiends know about the bando, thats their entrance Face-to-face with judge But Im thinkin’ no way that thats my sentence Do it for bro cah he do it for me Thats my bredrin Top floor penthouse I reminisce just once in a while Q and Q for free Everybody getting high when I come to the town I was locked down down South Had tugs tryna tell me come to the mount Had a couple months til Im out Bro got a couple months til hes out No doubt, Bando, man do it and bounce This Bad Bs comin qway from South Said she loves Bando and SJ, thats clout Jump out, creep up like a mouse But bros too fast, he wan scream and shout Bring smoke to the dance, go bow Have mouth and watch me back it from my pouch Ouch, smoke on me, I got it My bro got it too but hes high off loud If I pull up, dont be in the crowd Bandokay, bad yute from a child The opp boys know gang go wild And my fam telling me that I make them proud Year 9, school times, werent allowed I wouldve have my Rambo like man does now This sweet one wants Nandos now On my line said she wants to take Bando out I aint leavin the bando now Trap boy, Bando, Im a bando child Swing that, got my Rambo out Put a hand on Mango, man take him out Man break it down, man chase him down And pray that he dont make it out Top floor penthouse I reminisce just once in a while Q and Q for free Everybody getting high when I come to the town I was locked down down South Had tugs tryna tell me come to the mount Had a couple months til Im out Free SJ, pray he beats his trial I swear I got beef with the Malis Cah theyre tryna take over the town Spin-ting spins like a merry-go-round This brown skin brucks her back, shes from South Two got shh in a week, like, how? Normal procedure, load that beater Creep up then you hear click-clack-bow Double Lz, Im classed as bad You can get chinged out your DSquared pants SJ, my bro, my fam I swear I cant wait til my broski lands You dont want us to get this call Were doing our duties in Transit vans I was on them sides when my guys decamped Jump out, shing-shaow, or you might get slapped Smoke in the ride, man got it and my bro got it too But hes high off the pack Do it and dash, and pray I get back Cant call no cab cah hes smarter than that Phones at home, we dont do it for Snap Free Boogie B, he got caught on the cam Go and ask opps how they dislike man Ill tell you for a fact that Im know as a sav Top floor penthouse I reminisce just once in a while Q and Q for free Everybody getting high when I come to the town I was locked down down South Had tugs tryna tell me come to the mount Had a couple months til Im out Ay, all eyes on me, all eyes on bro Sweet one on me, shes winnin She dont know that my Rambos twinnin Man stepped in the rave, smoked up and drillin Free Boogie B, he got bagged for a killin Were drillers and the opp boys keep on singin Im in love with spinners, shotgun and swingers Right back tryna boot these wingers Smoke in the ride, man got it and my bro got it too But hes high off fumes If I slap off this pocket rocket You wont hesitate to go hide in groups Man lean and shoot Bro off this roof, create a movie in the 2s Ay, spin this coupe, bro, paigon, shoot Slap man then head straight to the booth SJ, Im anti, I dont fuck with socials Ching my man in his throat Hes singin all shit, he aint got no vocals OFB, we aint got no totals Scorin and scorin, and scoreboards hopeful OFBs tryna make it global Cock it, jump out and watch bro-bro smoke you No Snapchat, we dont do it for socials Top floor penthouse I reminisce just once in a while Q and Q for free Everybody getting high when I come to the town I was locked down down South Had tugs tryna tell me come to the mount Had a couple months til Im out6Embed

I Spy Lyrics Rah, its BKay you now You know I spy with my little eye Something beginning with F Fuckboys doing up net Talking real, were the last ones left Suck your mudda I said it with chest I spy with my little eye Something beginning with F Fuckboys doing up net Talking real, were the last ones left Suck your mudda I said it with chest Play dirty We dont believe your raps Keep thinking your Mr Muscle Til you see the flash You dont want bro turning up Stolen car, burning clutch I hid the mash in my aunties toilet Panicking every time I heard it flush Walahi The line phone werent EE Bought two Os and got a Q free It was TT Sending me vids on snap Her boyfriend told her delete me Last week she saw me in tape Now she wants see D Roll up my sleeve and Ive got em all watching NSG with the watches, yeah, I got options All that talk on the socials, real life, they dont want problems How many times have my bredrin left flat like he works in Foxtons? Live in the flesh, I dont know about typing or doing no diss Dont be fooled by the shit they do in their vids Harvey Nicks, Im doing a quid Probably wear that shit on a glide, ruin the drip Get that press out, ruin a brick Remix one, put two on the strip Two man, two fuck off coats Its very clear what Im doing with Mish Two pack ting, man do it with twins Difference is I do it to win I just made her top and she said we are doing a ting Cant sleep on a vio so any time we riss it Score on the opp boys then swear blind we didnt Big Mac with fries That aint no Fish-O-Filet Whos that man? Spin it, drill it, miss it, Im livid I spy with my little eye Something beginning with F Fuckboys doing up net Talking real, were the last ones left Suck your mudda I said it with chest I spy with my little eye Something beginning with F Fuckboys doing up net Talking real, were the last ones left Suck your mudda I said it with chest If I come with Loony , then you know mans angle Buss mans head with a Hennessy bottle or he might Jack Daniel Had some of your favourite rappers baby mothers on scandals Chupa tu a mae, thats suck your mum in Español All my bros never had a pot to piss in But that dont mean they dont have a pot to whip in You aint on piss , and your bredrin isnt I highly doubt that Louis, got a western in it Them man spend money on hoes, us man spend money on homes Bro went so much cheffing, nearly gave him a job at Crepes and Cones On the same line up but we got different dough Ask Craig, just turned down a hundred-fifty racks for the show I was in the T with a pack tryna make sure I double that T Spent like twenty-eight days on the M non stop, tryna make sure that I double that re Got like three hunna numbers on my Lyca, my fiends wont ring when I double that E Me and bro just got a new fuckrey one, tryna score til we double that lead These skengs aint coming that cheap so I make sure I scrape that bowl They think Im Superman in my spot so Im calling that strip Cape Cove Me and bro break bread, same loaf, when I done two works in a week, same coat I got plans for my future and it aint sold, so I burned it all, make sure the case closed The feds been when I aint home, I was on the streets really playing Saints Rows One level on the track, I didnt do cane rows, I was really making sure all this green goes So I have no days off , it went in hard but I got it in soft These pigs really put me on the wing, had me rolling with snooker balls and sock I spy with my little eye Something beginning with F Fuckboys doing up net Talking real, were the last ones left Suck your mudda I said it with chest I spy with my little eye Something beginning with F Fuckboys doing up net Talking real, were the last ones left Suck your mudda I said it with chest 4Embed

Parlez-Vous Anglais Lyrics Turn Turn, turn Told me turn, ayy Yo The plaques come platinum, my bezels stainless Whip goes fast and the crib’s outrageous Just spent twenty-eight K on production Light up a stage and leave in a spaceship Day-Date plain for the day GG on my waist, CC on my trainers Pagans, they wanna play If I pipe her down, after that, were strangers Old school like Ratatouille Now I just act a fool in Louis Brown skin girl, caramel coulis Pockets fat, Andy Ruiz Pop that Ace of Spades I drank from the bottle, now my outfit ruined Ah, I bought a new one, could be Newham Fuck it, Ill bеat if the bitch is ratchet Long as her hands and feet arе matchin’ Young Aitch dont dive in the pussy I take off my DSQs and backflip Air 1s come white like my ashes But I wont smoke if it aint rolled backwards Long time, I aint seen the mandem Its just me, myself and the cameras First-class when I stamp this yay I got it with wads, not Apple Pay Route to the clearport, personalised Air Force And they’re lookin’ all crack cocaine If I get bored, the destinations St. Tropez St. Tropez, me and shorty twinnin’ in Saint Laurent Baguettes, dem fill up my wrist My watch aint French, its Swiss Put in that work, we took the risk And now we cant risk this lick Got ten bands cash in the bag Pink’s wrapped in fives and the reds in quids Chanel stores so big Just show me where the entrance is Baguettes, dem fill up my wrist My watch aint French, its Swiss Put in that work, we took the risk And now we cant risk this lick Got ten bands cash in the bag Pinks wrapped in fives and the reds in quids Chanel stores so big Just show me where the entrance is Yo, shorty said H Me and Aitch both lookin like H or Aitch? Im rollin in my jeans in exclusive Js Im sportin my Audemars Piguet Front row at the Louis show, you know how much I love Paris Toutes ces belles filles Parlez-vous anglais AP when I wanna be a rapper Normal day, its the Prezi or Dweller I dont like her man so fuck Keisha These days, mans with Becky or Bella Me and bro pulled up in a Double R Ghost Ex guy still flex umbrellas Bag in the back of the whip Bout twenty-six quid in nothin but tenners D down fanny Gyal from London, gyal from Manny Smoke biscotti or Skittles Or any type of Cali Twenty-five bags in cashish She was a good girl, now she turned bad B My plaque just went gold I tell my label, I want it in rose Tell the label, I aint puttin pen to paper for no less than two Ms Grew up in Moston, then I got rich, now Im in some new ends All I know is money and success Wanna talk Ps? Thats fine, Im fluent Stacks so big, the elastic snapped Now Im pissed cah the pictures ruined Baguettes, dem fill up my wrist My watch aint French, its Swiss Put in that work, we took the risk And now we cant risk this lick Got ten bands cash in the bag Pinks wrapped in fives and the reds in quids Chanel stores so big Just show me where the entrance is Baguettes, dem fill up my wrist My watch aint French, its Swiss Put in that work, we took the risk And now we cant risk this lick Got ten bands cash in the bag Pinks wrapped in fives and the reds in quids Chanel stores so big Just show me where the entrance is Turn, turn Turn, turn Turn, turn3Embed

Princess Cuts Lyrics Turn, turn, turn My young boy got the stick like Moses with the Israelites Tellin them opp boys, Its on sight They aint outside , they stay inside We cant party if we cant get the tray inside Shoe cocaine white, teeth Colgate white You know what it gets like, I just gotta step right Trackie and my sliders, I got beef that I still dont let slide All those double Cs, I got a Chanel side Im really blowin trees in the Middle East Is you from the Philippines or Vietnamese? I dont dance, but I can shake a leg I one-two step, Billie Jean, Billie Jean Got twenty on my wrist, Im going crazy Canary princess cuts for my baby Out the window, I can hear the Old Bailey Sippin LOUIS XIII, Im with a Casey I made a wish, I got it, then I made a wish list Bust case, was no witness A hundred in a duffle bag, I got a big fish Shorty, you need assistance Im in Dior, Im a Christian, praise the Lord More time, Im on road if I aint on tour I pack light, first-class flight, hit them stores Hand luggage, if I could, I would take this .4 Ride with my jewels on an everyday thing My rose gold wrist, this an inspiration Feds tryna take away my liberation They dont like the way I handle situations Shorty need assistance , Im far from an assistant She dont see the vision , I just love her from a distance She slim thick, she take it all, she thick thick Unreleased Off-White, she sayin, Oh, Headie, you got drip drip Im still out here in the field, its a picnic I got my tracksuit covered in her lipstick Ooh, I made a wish list I just need a bad B to do the dishes Got twenty on my wrist, Im going crazy Canary princess cuts for my baby Out the window, I can hear the Old Bailey Sippin LOUIS XIII, Im with a Casey I made a wish, I got it, then I made a wish list Bust case, was no witness A hundred in a duffle bag, I got a big fish Shorty, you need assistance Heard you want a shoulder you can cry on Rely on , and you hope that really is me Blow chronic, my rose gold flourish I hold no solace, sweet wet coochie on me Boasy and my baby gorgeous A likkle mortgage, I need them flawless I lick my thumb and Im runnin it through these commas Louis orders, get me more of this Im in a flagship, Ferrari ranchin I brought the drillers, the trappers, they bought the waps in They brought the racks in, Henny, she backed it Girl, slap it all on me, I let you tap in Thats heavy cocaine, Bel-Air is rosê Dont wanna play out the Gucci, she love the Dolce My shorty okay, my niggas okay Weve been shoppin in Europe and spent a Rollie Got twenty on my wrist, Im going crazy Canary princess cuts for my baby Out the window, I can hear the Old Bailey Sippin LOUIS XIII, Im with a Casey I made a wish, I got it, then I made a wish list Bust case, was no witness A hundred in a duffle bag, I got a big fish Shorty, you need assistance Shorty, you need assistance Shorty, you need assistance5Embed

Of Course Lyrics M1OnTheBeat M1OnTheBeat Bro just beat a next AM He aint tell me, that’s normal Step with the metal, thats daily It wont fail me, that’s bro-bro On the opp block we took selfies Our presence, it was known of Now they dont even know its us when we get on that scoreboard Back hand grip with my black blade Ching mans head, leave that more than swollen Im in station like 5am Been like five AMs and not once mans spoken How many times have the gangdem denied them splashings Like five in the morning? Its the crack of dawn, I barely know where I am And Im still yawnin Really do them things that we talk of The gang ain’t fall off Still pree that 4 .44 long Nuttin’ but the baddest of Bs Cats, fiends, plugs in my call log I step with the ah, nearly as long as me I don’t even care if its sawn-off Tracksuit, no chinos, no polos Feds want me in the system, no solar Bad B in the visit hall, Im like oh lard’ Again I got a boner She wanna know what day I come home on I know what it feels like to go back and forth with my lawyer Cah he tell me what day I got court on I dont know that opp or what road he got caught on Or the date or timin Course Im lyin I dont know why they aint turned pack yet But course were tryin I dont know that dinger or whats on the clock yet bro But course its mileage Interview room, I dont know what I done yet Each and every time, course Im silent Im a product of my environment So my music, course its violent I dont even know why my shows get locked yet But course its Trident Bros beefin I dont even know if hes right or wrong Yet course Im riding Long as my OFs lively, beef aint dying, course its fryin Opp block settings, dressed all sporty Shoot straight, I dont air it in my Air Jordans Opp boys going on the net, going talky I aint tryna hear it, them man informers Living life on the fast lane From kway-kway we been cuttin them corners Tell bro-bro get some new smoking dingers When we bruck down this corner T house settings, skeng in my workers face So they tryna be koalased Primary school days it was astroturfs Now we can do kick ups in Pradas Really take these risks Been doin up field, no farmer These old timers aint on nuttin They fell off, Jamie OHara Got this bad B from Ghana Top floors, calamari for starter I gotta stay humble Theres times that I paid a few pens for a charger You aint ever done twenty eight days in the T Still feelin like youve gotta go harder Scrape that shit so hard, swear I nearly broke that Pyrex And yes it was four whole months on basic I swear it nearly broke my mindset Been jail three times, I dont know how Im out here Course Im tired (I dont even wanna risk my freedom Ahh, its mad) Course Im lyin I dont know why they aint turned pack yet But course were tryin I dont know that dinger or whats on the clock yet bro But course its mileage Interview room, I dont know what I done yet Each and every time, course Im silent Im a product of my environment So my music, course its violent I dont even know why my shows get locked yet But course its Trident Bros beefin I dont even know if hes right or wrong Yet course Im riding Long as my OFs lively, beef aint dying, course its fryin M1OnTheBeat M1OnTheBeat3Embed

Missing Lyrics I thank God for the plug Saucing, dripping Me and bro on the M way doing mileage We been missing Missing Nah she aint calling you rude boy Its me that she missing Missing Book a flight, now Im missing When a man are running to the ps Yeah my bruddas bring me trees Im never sober Im never sober Really active on the streets If my brudda pull up we gon squeeze, yeah Then its all over Then its all over Sauce, be dripping I remember when they didnt wanna listen I told her bitch, dont be trippin If I give bro the job then youre missingg She know the gang cant fall out Do loads, if its me, wanna call out With Chase or Ace if I walk out Its only chicks or ps that we talk bout Upside livin Rudest women I came with the mandem, but I left with your missus She aint picking up the phone, my darg I think she missing Missing My darg I think she missing I thank God for the plug Saucing, dripping Me and bro on the M way doing mileage We been missing Missing Nah she aint calling you rude boy Its me that she missing Missing Book a flight, now Im missing I thank God for the plug Saucing, dripping Me and bro on the M way doing mileage We been missing Missing Nah she aint calling you rude boy Its me that she missing Missing Book a flight, now Im missing Shawty loud speaker in the T, I remember I was playing with the microwave Now her pussy just dripping, when she sees the guys on stage Just like the old days, Ill cause another tidal wave Just know that couldve been you when you see me put One of the licence plate Bad B come to the Niz, shawty wanna do it like Diddy and Cassie Only if she knew I was rolling down ballies, still with a skeng on my lap in the backseat No sort code when we step in, moretime man doing it straight casheen One level on a trackie, never look tacky, still fling a tenner on Andy Walk in the room and theres skengs in the duffel, different selections Locked in the cell and I look in the mirror, its my reflection And guess what I see, I see only me Taking those risks but for free, that just wont be me I thank God for the plug Saucing, dripping Me and bro on the M way doing mileage We been missing Missing Nah she aint calling you rude boy Its me that she missing Missing Book a flight, now Im missing I thank God for the plug Saucing, dripping Me and bro on the M way doing mileage We been missing Missing Nah she aint calling you rude boy Its me that she missing Missing Book a flight, now Im missing5Embed

Behind Barz Lyrics One RV Headie One Starish Ent OFB Drillers and Trappers mixtape out now, iTunes, Spotify, go grab that Free all the G-Gs Free the mandem Link Up TV Behind Barz 17 One The realest Tottenham Im a savage Had a chance to kill RV but he panicked Pulled out a burner on me But he couldnt slap it Either that ting was a rebore or I did magic But right now everything tragic My retaliation rate is rapid Anytime I get that drop Step round there with that mop Mum saw me leave my yard with my mask on, she asked when will it stop? And I told her never Out here applying that pressure Real gun driller, no Trevor Bag full of bells and its looking like treasure Link for the AM on the east and Im on the way back with the Mitchells, no Peggy 90 in the Ms for the readdies, invest in a speshy Headie One trying to roll on that land like Kelly We was doing anything green get shelly Still do it like I did it with Tug O War Bad B come to the Niz for the D, we aint gotta go Potters Bar Two hands on a hefty, freeze, all I gotta do is lock my arms We was 16 when we had the opp block looking like Tour de France Assist bro like a through ball I done it and I left no trace, thats why they think I do juju Feds said I cant be with Headz; this is my freedom Im risking Big rambo or the flick ting I dont take knives from the kitchen Tryna grab that yute Ive been itching Wet mans throat like hes drinking No immigration, Ill dip him They love me in Tottenham like Chick King .44 long holds six in Put tools in the ride and drive like something needs fixing RV, Ive never been a victim Try run up on gang, what the fuck were they thinking? Shh beat corn out the whip and they all blew on some Crip ting Weighing up all these grams, and I aint needing no ruler Gone half a day in the T and Im feeling like couldve brought the re back sooner All this nigga know is money, port land doing drug deals and Jummah How many times did I run up in cells and have to get man down with the tuna? Real gunners in my hood, Ill say that with my chest thats without the Puma I cant have beef with these losers Im really out here needing new bells for this Luger Them man need a computer They want me-, they want me in court again going at it again with a prosecutor Fuck all of my opps, fam I cant wait till we link up Shoot on your block with the Canon but I never came there with Link Up Dont involve my name with no mix-up Pole on my waist, got my ting tucked Have your mum putting flower by your grave while pouring that liquor like she waved that drink up Stepped in holding my burner, looking like Statue of Liberty Feds want this rapper in the bin, but I cant let them litter me I get shit popping When I was on the wing like Robben Chef one yout in his face, now hes got a scar like Ribery Im really taking these risks Thats nothing but latex from my fingertips to my wrist Think everything crisp til Im running that down tryna give him this ching Lean out the ride trying to spray mans head back like I just finished his trim All those times I came to induction, I pray to the Lord I was bringing this wing Still got my jail shank, that have been in the gym And I can tell you about the maddest of losses I put all of my bread in the T, and I had 70p in my pocket My nose blocked, Im coughing I spent that last change there on lockets Bruck down Vauxhall or Mazda Bag full of shells, not pasta All of this gun smoke, I think its affecting my asthma I got two of each cause the food was cheap like ASDA I got keeping making these sales, I trap like my lines got cancer Foods not dead like Whitney or Bobby, got Kim K or Kanye West You aint take a loss when you been up Conny, then you aint had a hard days yet Young Gs in the ride with the shotty—they aint even passed their test Had all these opp boys keep running from me, its a shame I aint fast as dem They said Im stepping out farm thats nonsense Headie One been on that block in my sliders, Air Force, Air Max, Jordans Moretime Headie One gripping on spinners and dottys and autos and choppers You cant afford to see man in a bruck down Focus My little niggas got an obsession with pokings Six man with their shanks out, got the gang looking like Logan These niggas know my head back good and I can leave your head back open Them man are snakes, man are cobras Interview rooms like their singing along to Frozen Normal Drillers and Trappers out now Jugg out now Favourite rappers favourite rappers Fuck the opps OneEmbed

The One Lyrics They saw me flat on my back But they were the first ones to laugh Them man were too fast Whether you hate me or love me Same shit we doing today, the same shit we did yesterday We count up this money I cannot be worried bout nothing Didnt they know I’m the first and the last one Niggas ain’t know about One, but now they’re the first ones to ask one I wake up I’m incarcerated and it’s just gone half past one I still say my prayers, why do they think I do juju? Name me a risk I ain’t took, I probably took and I won Name me a nose I ain’t jugged, I probably jugging at one This is real nigga shit, they can’t feed me with no silver spoon I look through the window at night and all that I see is the full moon They told me I’m the one That backroad next to the one I know you like that grey coupe, go home and spend on that one Then sip that Grey Goose, say don’t be stressed about nothing My young boy listened to Enough He finessed this broad day chinging I’m chuffed New links on the joint come fresh and I boxed bro bro don’t be worried bout rust I can tell you bout the Monday morning, boss I’m in cuffs and my headpiece rough That was all on my lonelies, bang out and done it on my J’s no Hus The PM coming all lumpy, the last one the stones all dust The AM looking all pearly, the last one the stones all crumbs How only now you start boasting bout scoring? Look at the scoreboard that’s us I fell in love with the jugg You ain’t in love with the jugg that’s lust They say all a nigga rap bout is money, jail, bitches, drillings and drugs I can barely rap about loyalty, royalty, hugs, kisses and love Cah I live what I rap bout Nearly 2 years straight tuna baguettes for lunch We ain’t know about hash browns They told me I’m the one That backroad next to the one I know you like that grey coupe, go home and spend on that one Then sip that Grey Goose, say don’t be stressed about nothing They told me I’m the one That backroad next to the one I know you like that grey coupe, go home and spend on that one Then sip that Grey Goose, say don’t be stressed about nothing Love me or hate me, Im the one Take notes my time has just begun Take risks but I know that I will prosper Cos Im the one Yeah Im the one Love me or hate me, Im the one Take notes my time has just begun Take risks but I know that I will prosper Cos Im the one Yeah Im the oneEmbed

Back to Basics Lyrics It sounds like Nyge Bring out the dots, get back to basics If I get stopped, its back to basic Bad B, lost out my waps and laces Ting set good, no, she can’t be basic Feds ask questions, I get evasive That’s No comment up in the station Gang can’t sleep on a violation Swear, Ima spend all my savings Switch off my iPhone, back to basics No, we aint watchin faces Violate us, man are catching cases I was on the High Road, armed and dangerous Steppin in some Run Away trainers, no introduction needed Peng ting already know what my name is And this year, its only money Im chasing Dont make me spend all my savings, do it for the cause Go play the field, gang fluent with the ball Life is tough when you aint with the law Seven jails, no, you aint been on tour You aint ever been on license, feds still tryna put their boot through your door Yo, go there, do it with the rambo, do it with a fours Send this grub back and do it in a wave or do it in a storm I just stabbed this niner, shining, I aint even do it on my toes I can bruck this grub into pebbles or do it on the low They think I do ooh-ooh Do it, the gangdem do it on the road Didnt they know its the usual? Now me and Skep in the studio Wrist all numb from the cuffs So I just bust out my Cuban Lord knows, life was confusing Now Im just chuffed No trim, they dont care if my head back rough Same way all of them gyally on us Bring out the dots, get back to basics If I get stopped, its back to basic Bad B, lost out my waps and laces Ting set good, no, she can’t be basic Feds ask questions, I get evasive That’s No comment up in the station Gang can’t sleep on a violation Swear, Ima spend all my savings Switch off my iPhone, back to basics No, we aint watchin faces Violate us, man are catching cases I was on the High Road, armed and dangerous Steppin in some Run Away trainers, no introduction needed Peng ting already know what my name is And this year, its only money Im chasing True stories, I aint gotta lie in my raps I was beside the feds with a .9 on my lap Gotta look straight forward, try to relax If I get pulled this time, its a wrap And I still get flashbacks of the cold nights in the trap And man slept on the floor, no heater Tottenham boy, I put the T in Tanita On a first name basis with the shopkeeper And he already knows what I came for, cling film and a Ribena Big Smoke on the feature, come a long way from draws in the pouch Thirteen scores in my mouth from the same line, tryna get all of it out Fast forward, now I turned starboy, man I dont stand on corners Two left feet when your diamonds dancing, why your shine look so awkward? Its One on the chorus, with a bit of Skepta, thats what the gyaldem ordered And you better lock up your wife and daughters cause all my guys are ballers Bring out the dots, get back to basics If I get stopped, its back to basic Bad B, lost out down my waps and laces Ting set good, no, she can’t be basic Feds ask questions, I get evasive That’s No comment up in the station Gang can’t sleep on a violation Swear, Ima spend all my savings Switch off my iPhone, back to basics No, we aint watchin faces Violate us, man are catching cases I was on the High Road, armed and dangerous Steppin in some Run Away trainers, no introduction needed Peng ting already know what my name is And this year, its only money Im chasing2Embed

Ganging Lyrics How only now you start boasting bout gang? Rudeboy Ill tell you bout ganging Where were you when gang done the baitest uhh, back then it was red bandanas Still pull up on a gang ting anywhere goes main road or do it in traffic Still creep with the headlights off, then jump out spazzing How only know you start boasting bout gang? Rudeboy Ill tell you bout ganging Where were you when gang done the baitest uhh, back then it was red bandanas Still pull up on a gang ting anywhere goes main road or do it in traffic Still creep with the headlights off, then jump out spazzing I was in HM Durham with the geezers, and I aint looking on the early They dont wanna release us, before May like Theresa Touch road stepped straight into the T-house with this white girl, Tulisa I just linked big bro for a picture, thats Mona Lisa My young boy done 14 days in the T and he aint eaten nuttin but pizza I really come outta jail and I learnt how to handle this .44 easier I really come outta jail, finesse this bait face chinging, left man twiss up How many times was I doing up Serco and they told me to hold my wrists up? I done the wrong type of touring, association in the morning All the accents Northern, still man approach with caution Only now man are talking bout gang, rudeboy Ill tell you bout ganging Me and RV done the baitest uhh, back then it was red bandanas How only now you start boasting bout gang? Rudeboy Ill tell you bout ganging Where were you when gang done the baitest uhh, back then it was red bandanas Still pull up on a gang ting anywhere goes main road or do it in traffic Still creep with the headlights off, then jump out spazzing How only know you start boasting bout gang? Rudeboy Ill tell you bout ganging? Where were you when gang done the baitest uhh, back then it was red bandanas Still pull up on a gang ting anywhere goes main road or do it in traffic Still creep with the headlights off, then jump out spazzing Me and Headz gonna win the league for Tottenham, you can have faith in us Dem niggas there wouldnt make the subs, any opp block Ill tape it up Im in the trap tryna count these racks, until I get paper cuts Bad bs show man love, and opp boys just hate my guts I hit Abz on a casual day, go yum-yums when Im feeling peckish Opps love doing ten toes, them man must have a foot fetish Anything green get bun, went Five Guys in Wood Green and I told bossman just cool with the lettuce I used to go park and test it Now if aint aimed at paigans head then I aint interested All of this dough we spent on smoke, Lord knows I coulda invested How many times have I touched them kids, the whole opp blocks been molested? My girl puts it in her bag, cos I cant lack and I cant get arrested How only now you start boasting bout gang? Rudeboy Ill tell you bout ganging Where were you when gang done the baitest uhh, back then it was red bandanas Still pull up on a gang ting anywhere goes main road or do it in traffic Still creep with the headlights off, then jump out spazzing How only know you start boasting bout gang Rudeboy Ill tell you bout ganging Where were you when gang done the baitest uhh, back then it was red bandanas Still pull up on a gang ting anywhere goes main road or do it in traffic Still creep with the headlights off, then jump out spazzing2Embed

Daily Duppy Lyrics M1onthebeat M1onthebeat We aint slappers, were just rappers Saw them boy get bun and they cant do the go get your block lit challenge Youd think that I play for West Ham all of the times I invest in hammers Shh shh got drilled in Haringey, the kickback nearly took the wap to Lambeth Unlimited boots, not sandals Im poolside in my Gucci sandals This bad B get her coochie handled then I go take off the roof in Flannels You aint do that works an try claim it, round here we call that a taboo Bro bro said he gotta pattern through Dam, told him fit two Lugar 9s in thе panel You got lit and turned brand new Im still with thе wolves but I support Man U Even though it gets long here in the field, Solomon, not Kalou Turn, there was meant to be COVID, still went and buried myself in roses So much I had to go get some tattooed It was 28 days in the T house, barely ever got to change my Camboot Whip that work by the window, hope my neighbours think Im tryna do Shaku I had no blinds but now everything on fleek I used to write en-route to the bando, I was really on the M1 with a beat Now sold out shows, Im unwinding, shawty pissed off I dont wanna jeet Thoughts turn things, thats my favourite quote Come a long way from Basingstoke Now Im covered in water, they shouldve never sent H to O Used to ride with my sword like Game of Thrones You was at home on your games console Them boys still in the Sunday League, you aint touched the field and played it pro Its all that chasing the clout for me, back a day I chinged up my man Then my man chinged up my man so why you wanna touch out for me? Over there or there, I dont know whos shitter If that boy ever turns package, it wont be Cali, were smoking on shisha Yeah Free up my street team Steady, you know what that means My broad day team holding up Turn the block into a business Shout-out GRM Turn3Embed

Aston Martin Lyrics Ehi, yeah Yeah, ah, yeah I pull up in Aston Martin, dawg, non voglio assomigliarti Tellin it on my brotha, la tua troia tornerà in taxi Cresciuto in strada a sassi, impari a fare i sorpassi Lei mi mette le ali, Aston Martin, Aston Martin I pull up in Aston Martin , dawg, non voglio assomigliarti Tellin it on my brotha, la tua troia tornerà in taxi Cresciuto in strada a sassi, impari a fare i sorpassi Lei mi mette le ali, Aston Martin, Aston Martin Ehi Atterro a London, stavo ascoltando dei beat di London Verità senza condom, nessuno dei miei conosce il bon ton Maccheroni, sei sciolto, per non tornare col buco ho tolto Dove sono cresciuto lodio al prezzo più basso in gioco Non è Audi né Lexus, Lexus , mo che faccio più soldi E spesso avvocati e infami in versus stanno insieme in un cellphone spento Più di un raga in S.O.S. non darà colpa a Esse o esso A un fréro non il mio K a destra, compro un capo firmato a testa Ehi, vecchi vizi, nuove tipe , alle strade manca un leader Nelle case manca un padre , più diamanti sul mio polso Metti meno , dawg Ho il sogno dellAston Martin in box Il polso è freddo, sono a Londra nord I pull up in Aston Martin, dawg, non voglio assomigliarti Tellin it on my brotha, la tua troia tornerà in taxi Cresciuto in strada a sassi, impari a fare i sorpassi Lei mi mette le ali, Aston Martin, Aston Martin I pull up in Aston Martin, dawg, non voglio assomigliarti Tellin it on my brotha, la tua troia tornerà in taxi Cresciuto in strada a sassi , impari a fare i sorpassi Lei mi mette le ali , Aston Martin, Aston Martin Yeah, pull up on a Aston Martin Feelin like Im go carting Side by side, no parallel parking Its just one driver, one marksman They say Im a thuggher I play the field like Im Verratti Though its anything green, get shh I still eat gamberetti, spinaci Push to start, we dont need no car key My soldiers growin, they slidin And its like half past three Shotgun longer than The Great Khali They was tryna take over the town So of course we got beef with the Malis Yeah, cause that shh got fried like a onion bhajees I pull up in Aston Martin, dawg, non voglio assomigliarti Tellin it on my brotha, la tua troia tornerà in taxi Cresciuto in strada a sassi, impari a fare i sorpassi Lei mi mette le ali, Aston Martin, Aston Martin I pull up in Aston Martin, dawg, non voglio assomigliarti Tellin it on my brotha, la tua troia tornerà in taxi Cresciuto in strada a sassi, impari a fare i sorpassi Lei mi mette le ali, Aston Martin, Aston Martin1Embed

Rose Gold Lyrics Ghosty One Turn, turn All this rose gold on, swear I smell like roses Louis Vutton embroidery Though I made the wrong choices I hit it from the back, shawty beggin me to choke her I might buy her a rose gold choker She said she wanna spend some time I might buy her a rose gold Rolex Told me turn and I followed those voices Am I lost? I just trust the process I was obsessed with money Now Im obsessed with the progress The vending machine, I couldnt even put coins in All I wanted was Cola I didnt ever wanna feed the streets poison I had to do up that yola Paris, you buy rose gold in euros Dubai, buy rose gold in dirhams I was gonna buy rose gold in Zurich At that point I was just bein curious Bad B skin tone rose gold She like bein naked, she a nudist My heart was broken, got my neck frozen Even got my rose gold plated Cupid HM juggers, blood stains and tuna Touch road, head straight to the bando Got dog hairs on my fifty pound Pumas Now I open my closet and everything Gucci Snakes in the hood, Medusa Pissed off cah I got a rose gold future Might smile when I look at my rose gold wrist It got a good sense of humour All I think is rose gold Im surprised it aint gave me tumour I fall asleep on rose gold Thats why you believe in the rumours I need a life to make me more rose gold At my art show, the coupe I got all the shows gold, I want more Theres always space for improvement All this rose gold on, swear I smell like roses Louis Vutton embroidery Though I made the wrong choices I hit it from the back, shawty beggin me to choke her I might buy her a rose gold choker She said she wanna spend some time I might buy her a rose gold Rolex Told me turn and I followed those voices Am I lost? I just trust the process I was obsessed with money Now Im obsessed with the progress The vending machine, I couldnt even put coins in All I wanted was Cola I didnt ever wanna feed the streets poison I had to do up that yola From the bando where the white heads like Sisqó When I close my eyes at night I can still hear that Nokia ringtone Uptown Kindle with glow Thats Encros and wads of pink notes Plain Jane rose gold looks simple But it still compliments my skin tone You ever had a good girl turn nympho? Arse patted, then it jiggles Both thumbs in her back dimples Wrists like ice cream dipped in sprinkles Bad B come for the flick Wine up her waist and wiggle, wiggle Free shh, he a well-known savage Knife work lethal, like Bizzle Ask gang, had the block like wap yard Suttin go bang-bang, some whistle Still out here shoppin for spinners One day I went to Lidl Remember when we used to go shop for singles? Now were here chartin with the singles Really had those Rambos twinnin I was like a partin in the middle All this rose gold on, swear I smell like roses Louis Vutton embroidery Though I made the wrong choices I hit it from the back, shawty beggin me to choke her I might buy her a rose gold choker She said she wanna spend some time I might buy her a rose gold Rolex Told me turn and I followed those voices Am I lost? I just trust the process I was obsessed with money Now Im obsessed with the progress The vending machine, I couldnt even put coins in All I wanted was Cola I didnt ever wanna feed the streets poison I had to do up that yola Ghosty4Embed

Banter on Me Lyrics Zeph Ellis Money come first Money come first Oi Money come first If it werent me on the back of the ride then I definitely sponsored that works All I wanna do is pattern this Re but RV still slaps it in reverse All Im tryin to do is pattern this T but out here I still gotta dank mans t-shirt It was all banter on me til shh turned casualty He stay casually top floor with the baddest B Dicing this AM from A but Im pissed in the PM gotta bag this B Getting this money all week tax free still let them play score for free Do it how I did it with Skat, OP Still do it in a nine thats how I try bust mans throat with T My social phone was EE, feds put me on obb and they try pree me I just switched up to 3G Anything I see in the flesh too greeny, it gets dealt with speedy I know way better than 5 out of 10 that was medie I dealt with TT Put me in HM Winchy, I was wing B, bro was wing C Used to wish they would free me I was in Portland feeding the seagulls not Beanie Big back belly TV Collecting DVDs Swear I was locked down when shawty try leave me, now she need me I aint ever been greedy, been OT dishing out freebies Fiend just phoned for a three, thats Paige, Piper & Phoebe Money come first If it werent me in the back of the ride then I definitely sponsored that works All I wanna do is pattern this Re but RV still slaps it in reverse All Im tryin to do is pattern this T but out here I still gotta dank mans t-shirt It was all banter on me til shh turned casualty He stay casually top floor with the baddest B Dicing this AM from A but Im pissed in the PM gotta bag this B Getting this money all week tax free still let them play score for free 012 I was fresh home, probation talking jobseekers When I just spent 5 for a t-shirt, got it in a large not a medium My Italian joints in season Bad B come to the Niz and she dont really care about the weather or season Last time anything shh got shh by shh was recent Last time gang jumped in a 4 door and skrt skrt was recent Did them man there really try and play ball? After that tackle they still need treatment New ting fresh, it dont need greasing All of these skengs can get convenient From kway I took hard to O, if it was soft then it would have been regent Couldve done it in ends and dished out balls same time as Jenas But money and violence dont mix Bruck down day and night, eclipse Still got the dots in a JD bag just looking like twix Money come first If it werent me on the back of the ride then I definitely sponsored that works All I wanna do is pattern this Re but RV still slaps it in reverse All Im tryin to do is pattern this T but out here I still gotta dank mans t-shirt It was all banter on me til shh turned casualty He stay casually top floor with the baddest B Dicing this AM from A but Im pissed in the PM gotta bag this B Getting this money all week tax free still let them play score for free Money come first Embed

Siberia Lyrics The bando, it look like Siberia They catch me, my face, its familiar I had my shank in the school cafeteria The bando, it look like Siberia They catch me, my face, its familiar I had my shank in the school cafeteria Them man just talk on the field, theyre like Lineker Jakes wanna deal with me like Johnny Dillinger, Dillinger They love to make me a prisoner I was in prison when bro used to visit me Now they got bro and they say Im the visitor Come up with needles and cylinders Fentanyl was bittin and king fishin Didnt do well on my literature Now its just fire in the booth, no fire extinguisher Fuck the prime minister, the system is sinister Load up this Nina, this one got a whistler No cap in my rap, know this story aint fictional Opps cant write to this principle I wont lie on an L, but I lie to the 12 Used to lie in my cell, I was writin my mail Sat there by my gun and my bitch YSL If I style in Chanel, shawtys stylin as well Do you wish me well? Ice on my wrist like it swell Opps try drill and they fail They got my bro fired for bail I guess time, it will tell The bando, it look like Siberia They catch me, my face is familiar I had my shank in the school cafeteria Them mans just talkin, left field like Lineker Jakes wanna drill me like Johnny Dillinger, Dillinger They love to make me a prisoner I was in prison when bro used to visit me Now they got bro in, they say Im the visitor Im smokin gas like a cylinder, I grip the fifty, like Vivica I got the packs and I send them down Ridin dirty like Chamillionaire Im just a greazy Nigerian, I just might fuck up your feelings dem I make you sick like malaria, I do the road by myself because I do not fuck with no niggas, I do not fuck with no niggas These niggas too fuckin snaky Makin me nervous, Im bitin my fingers Mi I no like no drama, because Im not Jerry Springer Side-by-side with hammers, airing you out through the window Black on black with the regalia, Ima have him swimming with tilapia Cause when my enemies die, I get happier Then I take a private plane out to Mali, yeah Thats my bro at the door, you should let him in Here go my food, all my bread with him Here go couple for my enemy dem Then I throw a middle finger for the government The bando, it look like Siberia They catch me, my face is familiar I had my shank in the school cafeteria Them mans just talkin, left field like Lineker Jakes wanna drill me like Johnny Dillinger, Dillinger They love to make me a prisoner I was in prison when bro used to visit me Now they got bro in, they say Im the visitor The bando, it look like Siberia They catch me, my face is familiar I had my shank in the school cafeteria Them mans just talkin, left field like Lineker Jakes wanna drill me like Johnny Dillinger, Dillinger They love to make me a prisoner I was in prison when bro used to visit me Now they got bro in, they say Im the visitor Mm, dont pull up around here actin goofy You can get shot like a movie You can get hit with a two-piece Your block get spun with a Uzi Bang, bang, bang, oww You can get shot in the mouth2Embed

Mad About Bars Lyrics Revz just slapped it in reverse My bro got his hands on the wheel while I fly out the ride, its teamwork Remember when I couldn’t fit the dots in my top, I was showing off cleavage The last time I come out of jail, I learnt how to handle that .44 easier I got a pack looking like multiple bags of Maltesers I went and got nicked upsuh, two ninas Now I got Intent to Supply on my previous I can’t have beef with these eedyats Back then it was anyting green get bun, I went jail then I lost a one arm like Im sleeveless My Pa always said I need Jesus You think I do juju My niggas them think Im a demon Headie One re-up on new food Im talking like AM and PM My line ringing AM to PM In the AM replying to DMs Same way I hit the opp block in the PM None of my opps cant put their hand on H, if I spray and pray, Im believing Beef in the streets, I don’t reason Beef in the streets, get seasoned Niggas cant be my G and turn their back on OFB cause that one theres treason I was prison, on the wing fisting Right now Im home and I’m still drilling All for my Gs them, Im my brothers keeper Feds said I can’t be with Headz cause they know that’s Freddy and Jason You got a hundred man in your vids but when I slide through your block its vacant Them niggas soft it’s blatant They dont want smoke, theyre vaping I got a .44 long, that’s new, and a old dot, that’s ancient RV, man, I’m way too pokey And I back guns and get smokey Headz got the hammer like Thor Thats bro, I guess I gotta be Loki My team be shooting and scoring long time, should ha got a trophy Look, this beef tings deeper than rap Cant let them do me like– Back out my ting won’t pet it Aim for your chest then wet it Cant tell me bout beef or Ps cause I mash work and I get it Man claim they got beef with the gang but see me on the roads and leg it When I caught man lacking in jail; no verbal, just set it RV Im a problem, and the other side know this If I can’t line up a driver had to get round there and ten toes it Got a big stick like Moses Fed gon tape up the whole strip Find out where youre posted Brain stuck on the wall like a Post-It From way back me and Rev captained T like Hoddle Dip down a pussy on the opp block, turned that whole block brothel The last time I put in a work in a weekday, Sunday I listened to some gospel Then on Monday I scored full throttle, that’s me in a bruck down Vauxhall My class is A, still four an a half of the B in the bando Feds had me locked in the C, cant trust my bird get handled I got this bad B coming to the nizz for the D no need for a Tinsel or a Nandos Bitches in the hood moving fruity but theres no need for a kiwi or mango Summertime my Gs keep the strip hot, no need for a Bigga or Snapple Me and front ride with the swam in the whip, no need for a flicky or rambo How you gonna spend your own money on your grills but you don’t know how to fry like Nandos? Hear big guns get handled Paigons see me ten toes like a sandal One leather on a trackie, I still make it look neat I bust a four and a half at the press cause my trap game is on fleek One leather on a trackie, I still make it look neat I bust a four and a half at the press cause my trap game is on fleek 09 I was ducking down opps 010 I was cutting down crops 011 I was cruddy on the streets 012 I was stuck in a box Fed had me riding a sentence Never had time for repentance Been a bad boy from day I was doing lines in detention No face, no case, no comment, fed cant ask me no questions I dont do this for attention Niggas get got in a sevens I got shells for the dots And I just put in two like western So when you start adding those Ks make sure I dont get a mention Say what you want about RV, but no ones made me a victim Chef man down with the Ramsey, I dont take knife from the kitchen I treat opps like AC cause I’m tryna drop that instant I treat opps like AC cause I’m tryna drop that instant I used to get round there with blades in my hand like a wolverine Pull up, crash, them man dash, how can you call this beef? I don’t even call it beef I just got war with neeks Niggas keep talking grief Press the nine three times like Im calling policeEmbed

Don’t Rush Lyrics This is the remix Rauw Alejandro Uh-uh Dont rush, slow touch Brown and white, like I go cunch Grab and buy, make em go bust Eye for eye , make em lose trust White rum, fizzy pop Por la entrada de atrá entramo al club A ese toto, no, se le dice que no ¿Pa qué llevarme a una si puedo con do? Aquí tenemo de to Me levanto y no miro el reloj En la cuenta tengo má de siete ceros Ellas me ven y cae un aguacero Tengo tanto hielo , me congelo El cheque llegó, me fui pal mall con un maletero Me siento como rey LeBron James , yo nací pa ganar to los games Gucci, Louis V, Phillip Plein , ey Rompemos los parties Comodo, como Neymar en París Siempre en camuflaje y no soy military Tengo GTR, ya voy pal Ferrari ¿Qué tú quiere, mami? Dont rush, slow touch Brown and white, like I go cunch Grab and buy, make em go bust Eye for eye , make em lose trust White rum, fizzy pop Por la entrada de atrá entramo al club A ese toto, no, se le dice que no ¿Pa qué llevarme a una si puedo con do? Aight yo, put the Belaire on her batty, make it kotch Seen the watch, now she wanna give crotch Boy got ps, now she hopping in the pod Man in real life sugar, gyaldem haffi get wopped Know she want dark, told her Meet me at the top Switching lanes the other day, I seen her waiting for a bus Baby this a Moncler sweater, Diesel denim Buy another while my pockets fat like Heather Neck froze like I dont know no better Benzo truck, white seats and they leather Go broke never, on my grind She make it clap like Im Busta Rhymes I got the juice, the sauce and all them things I blammed her twice tonight with all my bling Big Benz, I drive, I brought that ting Any girl you want, they want my ting Dont rush, slow touch Brown and white, like I go cunch Grab and buy, make em go bust Eye for eye , make em lose trust White rum, fizzy pop Por la entrada de atrá entramo al club A ese toto, no, se le dice que no ¿Pa qué llevarme a una si puedo con do? Flood my ice, make a ho blush Back at the tour bus, gettin caught up DSquared got em distressed, gotta hand wash New racks with the old Nikes in the shoe box Keep my stripes, no cuffs Pull up in a new plate and she might just She werent tryna move bait when our eyes locked New tints on the coupé, thats her head lost Off my whites, right my wrongs Gucci my mum, while you diddle your thumbs Count my sums, this is gonna get long Love my green, Im tryna get strong Tryna get bun, where Im from, its on Yes, man, dont take no dumb, threats They see funds, they hop, fence We been up, not up, next Dont rush, slow touch Brown and white, like I go cunch Grab and buy, make em go bust Eye for eye , make em lose trust White rum, fizzy pop Por la entrada de atrá entramo al club A ese toto, no, se le dice que no ¿Pa qué llevarme a una si puedo con do? Embed

Try Me Lyrics Yo Still step in my white tee, roof down Uptown, it aint hard to find me Me and this money come siamese Now this bad B gotta talk to me nicely Ting set good, angles, IG Cartier shades, course they fit nicely Bangle to match, icy, icy K on the gang, must be Kendall, Kylie Gang dont sleep on an L Just gonna get back then jeet down your gyal Bro got his hands on the wheel Hopped out, team work get the dream work as well Put ballies on Facetime, speakin to Vel Wouldnt think hes in jail cah he livin so nicеly Is that another name? Another sound Just feelin likе DeJ Loaf, try me, try me Suns out, guns out Bare chest in the Rolls Royce, park up and I jump out Rich nigga, used to bag food at my mums house Heard that boy dissed me, now that boy rubbed out Cant test a mans gangster Reach for my chain, dont cry when your face get tump out My young G love testin that smoke in the park Somebody gettin dropped if he comes out And they know that all hell break loose for my name Dont know why theyre so disrespectful They got skengs in the palm, man, they comin like Swarmz Yeah, my drillers love crashin the rental We can do it in the hood, do it on the high road We could even do it in central Man are backin out phones til I chase them down Cant release the footage, its mental Pump up, tone up, weights in the gym Corn still gonna tear right through the skin No Snapchat when my Gs ridin Just crush them, put them in a Kingsize Slim Me and Headie got a show Stepped in the buildin and got a big fat wage Remember I werent eatin for days Now money comin in like your girl backstage Still step in my white tee, roof down Uptown, it aint hard to find me Me and this money come siamese Now this bad B gotta talk to me nicely Ting set good, angles, IG Cartier shades, course they fit nicely Bangle to match, icy, icy K on the gang, must be Kendall, Kylie Gang dont sleep on an L Just gonna get back then jeet down your gyal Bro got his hands on the war Hopped out, team work get the dream work as well Put Ballies on Facetime, speakin to Vel Wouldnt think hes in jail cah he livin so nicely Is that another name? Another sound Just feelin like DeJ Loaf, try me, try me Treat the wing like a hotelly Hate when the govs try and bring me a celly Somebody knockin down the wall, its Freddy Sayin ,Check Channel 20 cause your face on the telly Touch road, Headie jumped straight in a helli Least this time I didnt pay for petty Headie One got a big head already Why girls still wanna give Headie One headie? Course I cant wife this jezzy Run through her then forget it like the year 2020 Nobody never ever gave me a penny All this drip, I might hit my wardrobe wearin wellies Might shutdown the stage with Skeppy Do it how we did it already Everywhere we go, its shelly Still step, baggy white tee like Nelly Man put their hand on my chain Then theres gonna be a permanent change Cant never see me goin broke again This change in my denims is a permanent change Lucky that a opp boy didnt get Headie Train my young boys young, its an earlier aim Theyll put you on the news, thats an earlier thing Dont end up in an earlier grave Still step in my white tee, roof down Uptown, it aint hard to find me Me and this money come siamese Now this bad B gotta talk to me nicely Ting set good, angles, IG Cartier shades, course they fit nicely Bangle to match, icy, icy K on the gang, must be Kendall, Kylie Gang dont sleep on an L Just gonna get back then jeet down your gyal Bro got his hands on the war Hopped out, team work get the dream work as well Put ballies on Facetime, speakin to Vel Wouldnt think hes in jail cah he livin so nicely Is that another name? Another sound Just feelin like DeJ Loaf, try me, try me 3Embed

Bumpy Ride Lyrics Yo Yo Want a thousand stones, never knew about seven pounds an hour Black lives matter, but in the hood, this wap means power How much time did I take that chase? Have to left them jakes all sour Now plum sauce on duck, I just watch while they light up the Eiffel Tower Its flashin’ lights, still I got gangdem ties Wap cost five, thats light Bro let it hang out the passy side Music and road, still I cant decide I was on the wing eatin’ mash and pie Looked in the judges eyes, I took that oath, I lied Hit the strip and colly, couldnt do both, I tried Street qualified, grow more on the field, thats science In the T, I learnt mathematics Made the phone do acrobatics Wheres that magic? Stretch that package, Mr. Fantastic Stretch that package, grub in plastic, money in transit Lets drop this five but we need that nine if it gets too drastic Got this credit card, give it to my bitch and I tell her, Max it Been a bumpy ride, yeah, I let things slide I should have reached in the jacket, take out pocket rockets Its like hot potato, and my brothers, they will mash it I dont need no favours, I got flavours, need to stash it Never been a taker, I’ma make her use the crop it How much time did I whip pots? Watch my wrist lock Me, I’m tryna bring it back quicker than TikTok All this bad B wanna do is lip-lock, me, Im tryna make sure the quality’s tiptop Spent so much racks on six shots, keep it away from Junebug Izzpot Hand tings for the gliding, I rise them autos for when I get pissed off Baguettes on the wing, not Wingstop, so its only right I baguette my wristwatch Feathered cushions, barely use it First-class flights to Europe, London, Dubai, act all stupid A hundred-thousand dirhams Cant take away the pain but I know I can soothe it Stretch that package, grub in plastic, money in transit Lets drop this five but we need that nine if it gets too drastic Got this credit card, give it to my bitch and I tell her, Max it Been a bumpy ride, yeah, I let things slide I should have reached in the jacket, take out pocket rockets It’s like hot potato, and my brothers, they will mash it I dont need no favours, I got flavours, need to stash it Never been a taker, Ima make her use the crop it 2Embed

Home Lyrics Soon as I get home But all I do Is think about the way you make But all I do Is think about the way you make me feel The way you make me feel, feel The way you make me feel Cause baby, this love is so- My shawty dont want me to jugg Baby, Im doing wrong, I know Im doing some things in the streets So the things that you hear, I know you cant condone Remember them days I got spun on basic And you used to ask why I cant call Didnt I tell you Ima ball, as soon as I get home Remember that time feds booted off the door And they was talkin about recall Didnt I tell you I’d touch and give you it all, soon as I get home Its been a long day on road, I kick off my shoes when I get home I want nuttin but you when I get home Shawty get anything she wants, shes spoilt Got all of the baddest of Bs on me but for you, Im loyal Step looking all king and queen, we could do up royal That body there a blessing Like you rubbed it down with anointed oil You dont know what its like to sleep in a T house Round crack pipes and foil But you spent everyday sittin tight at this dinner with a paranoia And for that you deserve the throne Light the room up, I know you like to set the tone Pull off that robe, wait patiently, daddy soon come home But all I do Is think about the way you make But all I do Is think about the way you make me feel I want nuttin but you when I get home The way you make me feel, feel The way you make me feel Cause baby, this love is so real Me and shawty both from the hood so aint it only right we glow I know that youre in for the long run But these hoes, they just come and go All the times I come home to you when I come from O I already made you know what ten racks looks likes, Scottish notes We used to be on the phone for hours And all you would hear is Scottish folks Now were in Europe making a pot like a jollof bowl You used to send me letters in the post Now look at fans, tell me Im the GOAT Remember when you cried in the visit hall Now we can casually visit Rome Or Phuket We can act a fool in a LV store now, fuck it Cah I remember I was locked and I never had nuttin How many times did they put me in court And I had to face that judgement Remember that time when I pulled up at yours When the gun boys had me cuttin You do road in Prada runners And you still keep it hundred You can step neat in heels I just might let you match the cufflinks I know you want me home and any chance I get, Im coming You always wanna fall asleep in my designer jumpers But all I do Is think about the way you make But all I do Is think about the way you make me feel I want nuttin but you when I get home The way you make me feel, feel The way you make me feel Cause baby, this love is so real I want nuttin but you when I get home Cause baby, this love is so real Cause baby, this love is so real Cause baby, this love is so real Cause baby, this love is so realEmbed

Hear No Evil Lyrics We get money and the brand new Pradas I cant front cause niggas be ballin I got the bando jumpin like Spalding Get your head up or get sliced in the face Aint no love for no nigga who hate I got the hood on lock, its laced Aint no witnesses, aint no traces Pluto Yo, hear no evil, see no evil Lil bro done a drill while I was in Dubai eatin seafood With that black pump, no diesel Unlimited pistols but that shotgun cheap and cheerful My hitters tryna do it like Beanie Sigel Get down or lay it down Get down or lay it down Our smoke and thеirs aint got the same sound On the bando floor, thеres needles Put white on your strip, 8 Mile Never can we sleep on a L on friends But now were just throwin Ls down Our hustle was the way of livin They aint see the vision, Ray Charles, Ray Charles All we know is playin foul Money, respect, and power Opp boy still tryna chase that clout But we fill the air with gunpowder Bad B come to the Nizz Arse up, face down, she in love with the flick Chandelier just wet, lookin like I let her cum on my wrist All the times that I whipped I left residue on the sink All the times that I lost that smoke I had the feds tryna sort for my prints When I think its run those When I rise, Im not brushin my teeth I run up those dreams, still holdin my heart Still holdin my soul, I got it in ink, yeah Hear no evil, see no evil On the bandos floor was needles We do numbers like we Beatles I go bonkers swervin the Beamer They wanna bite my drip, mosquito Rockin vintage by Moschino Walk into Chanel and spent a kilo Got my magazine like Benzino Breakin up bank three days like CeeLo Makin a movie, Al Pacino Split your throat, its like a free throw Hop in a ghost with a bag, your P.O. Hoppin in Paris like Im mobbin in Rio They cant compare me, Im livin la vida Wrappin up bail, Im like a burrito Talk on the head, tryna get my C notes Hear no evil, see no evil Told shawty, I be home in twenty-eight days I thought it was a standard recall We come out illegal, now we just come out in Dior Cant see us come out with rebels, G17 is a free-throw We gotta look out for the peoples My lifes like a movie, one cars less like the sequel I feel ever-critical, givin advice to the juvies Five lanes in DXB Dubai I ridin around like Im new to this I know these VVS A Jewellers Lasers in the night, red light And the door goes off, I know its Trident Leave me alone, I dont know who skied it The phones not mine, I dont know them clients You was typin, we would fly them You was hidin, we was glidin Off that safety hatch and line him Pebbles spread, coronavirus Scoreboard done whitewashed Swear all the opps dem minused Finders keepers, but we cant find them Done an extra mile on E like Cyrus Done it on 22, done it on Niners Wouldve been Ida, but they aint out ere Crashed on NP when it werent empty Them man just pissed cah they wanna be like us Look at the timepieces, timeless Look at the nozzles, silent Lifestyle flicky, step with a blikky, out ere its violent Hold one in the safehouse, bad B sittin all pretty Hear no evil, see no evil, she wan a bad boy like Diddy My lifestyle, look at the flick of the wrist The hood gettin hot when youre flippin the brick Forty-one points, VVS on swish Livin this life in the cameras and lights Hell of a life when you covered in ice Had the hot boys, I can get precise Takin her down on a private flight, yeah Money and power, cocaine, gunpowder Money and power, cocaine, gunpowder Money and power, cocaine, gunpowder Money and power, cocaine, gunpowder Hear no evil, see no evil Told shawty, I be home in twenty-eight days I thought it was a standard recall We come out illegal, now we just come out in Dior Cant see us come out with rebels, G17 is a free-throw We gotta look out for the peoples My lifes like a movie, one cars less like the sequel I feel ever-critical, givin advice to the juvies Five lanes in DXB Dubai I ridin around like Im new to this I know these VVS A Jewellers Rasta boy, my city full, bomboclaat, slice the throat Rasta boy, my city full, bomboclaat, slice the throat Money and power, cocaine, gunpowder Money and power, cocaine, gunpowder Money and power, cocaine, gunpowder Money and power, cocaine, gunpowder7Embed

Hard to Believe Lyrics Aye Yo Sykes, Sykes Cuttin through London town, AJ, Deno, German, EO Smokin out Uber Toyota Prius, I know its hard to believe it Its hard to believe that I beat three AMs recent, oh, thank you, Jesus Showed my lawyer the CPS weakness, even my barrister said Im genius London town, AJ, Deno, German, EO Smokin out Uber Toyota Prius, I know its hard to believe it Its hard to believe that I beat three AMs recent, oh, thank you, Jesus Showed my lawyer the CPS weakness, even my barrister said Im genius Hard to believe that I went on Pressplay, told em how I touch road, whip and press yay Make white dance on that strip, Elvis Presley, told em all come for testers Bad B aint ever seen ten quid but she want me to chill and Netflix Cant come round me if you were goin on prestige, I just fling you on the SJ Its hard to believe that I never gave a F before, the way Im in all this Fendi Its hard to believe that Ive never done F before If you aint done a stretch, come home, done a works, got recalled, you aint felt stress before Or been halfway through your sentence, the judge calls you in, then he gives you more Cant even count how much planes Ive been on this week, I think its four Tuna can, spilt blood on the threes, Im the definition of tours to tours I sold crack, sold buj and jugg, talked to the tings and it opened doors I sold crack, sold buj and jugg, talked to the tings and it opened doors Cuttin through London town, AJ, Deno, German, EO Smokin out Uber Toyota Prius, I know its hard to believe it Its hard to believe that I beat three AMs recent, thank you, Jesus Showed my lawyer the CPS weakness, my barrister said Im geinus London town, AJ, Deno, German, EO Smokin out Uber Toyota Prius, I know that its hard to believe it Its hard to believe that I beat three AMs recent, oh, thank you, Jesus CPS weakness, even my barrister said Im genius Hard to believe that I was poor like Walker, couldnt buy a Smith, no Jorja Hard to believe that I made a K in the trap, letterboxed down on corners Crept on the opps, chopped that dots, now its just short like Konan Six in the trey, spin it like Manny Norte Old school I couldnt hear from shorty, left on the wing, Boa Morte Growin up was tough for me Im seein, dodgin drug enforcements or armed officers in my doorway I can do it straight tens, no tills, my yay is different to your yay The T house kind of different from Sony, one performance, three new toasters My opps informers, cant condone it Still step on that corner, this is nothin like poet Spend half my teens in the T house, they dont know nothin bout Moët How they gonna ban drill when all the drillers dem own it? Im cuttin through London town, AJ, Deno, German, EO Smokin out Uber Toyota Prius, I know its hard to believe it Its hard to believe that I beat three AMs recent, oh, thank you, Jesus Showed my lawyer the CPS weakness, even my barrister said Im genius Cuttin through London town, AJ, Deno, German, EO Smokin out Uber Toyota Prius, I know its hard to believe it Its hard to believe that I beat three AMs recent, oh, thank you, Jesus Showed my lawyer the CPS weakness, even my barrister said Im genius Sykes, Sykes1Embed

Mosh Pit Lyrics SKs moving mad uno Yo Yo All of these tools on the opp block Watch it get poppin like Mary Big Rambo, tryna shave mans chest But I couldnt give a fuck if it hairy Stepped in Moose or Canada Goose Big coat, tryna hide this shank Ching mans brain Now hes got both hands on his head like a Migraine Skank Tell a boy mind this talk, you aint on this Get swept quick, let me kick out his top lip Got Ami, chip and Ive got rizz Shoplift, never got served in Londis I was up and down in their block lifts Five man deep inside, its a mosh pit Got teet in line with the mop stick See man run then trip and you dropped, shit Im in the studio doin up work Or Im in the bando doin up work I gotta get the re-up back first The profit, oh, so lovely Might go cop a little Uzi, no Vert From kway I seen man disperse Reverse then argue who jumped out first I was really tryna put man on a top, thats merch Nuttin cant stop me trappin Even when I had no driver A man took a Nina on a train and travelled Same way out the hood, man drillin like minin I can still do both, really tryna wet mans face, no flannel On sight man, no Cowell See pigs, do a U, no channel I need these skengs and dingers all auto Still grab the dots, stuff this manual Oh, how I love this prof Grab two juvies, stuff this bando Gotta count this money up daily I just cant do it monthly or annual T house really kicks off, soft set No time for no boxset, no scandals My Rambos fifteen inches Dominos pizza, extra toppings Gotta carry this smoke, anytime I do road Even when I go shoppin Me and bro tryna pattern this grow We aint editin pictures but Im still croppin Plus I got light and dark like a zebra crossin Theyre good with computers like Bill Gates Sittin at home where they feel safe Til I bring my boys to their yard like Kelis in Milkshake I been on the strip in person I dont know why them pricks aint learnin Big Mac, no chips and gherkin If anyone slips, its curtains Six figure nigga but I stay humble Still go Bagel for a crumble Bad B coming to the Nizz for the D Wanna let her hair down like Rapunzel My man dropped, slipped Got dipped, bet he wishes he didnt stumble Got caught in traffic when he got boxed in He werent ready to rumble Still out doin these ten shots Kelly wants ten, thats five on five Used to sit, watch time go by Spent most of my days in YOIs Put too many slabs on a diggies Now I gotta press tare on a scale Scale four, approach with caution You dont know whos there with the 12 Flick shank my favourite tooly Dip, dip, I aint gotta aim that .40 Whoosh, whoosh in a mans chest Now your white Ts red, better take that laundry Serve no unknown callers Still trap, fit two Os, one quarter Put bill wrapped notes in order Free bro S, hes a top goalscorer See a fed man pull out his badge He just threw me in the back with force And I never got trialed in Maj Bopped in Crown Courts, hand down my shorts Big saw like Im in DT Dot-dot there bro, give it a sawn Still revvin it reckless, in and out of traffic Everyones dibbin their horn All of these tools on the opp block Watch it get poppin like Mary Big Rambo, tryna shave mans chest But I couldnt give a fuck if it hairy Stepped in Moose or Canada Goose Big coat, tryna hide this shank Ching mans brain Now hes got both hands on his head like a Migraine Skank Tell a boy mind this talk, you aint on this Get swept quick, let me kick out his top lip Got Ami, chip and Ive got rizz Shoplift, never got served in Londis I was up and down in their block lifts Five man deep inside, its a mosh pit Got teet in line with the mop stick See man run then trip and you dropped, shit5Embed

Rubbery Bandz Lyrics One Four wheel drive and I aint even driving See that bitch there, bad, she cant be my wifey My only fears fear, you see it in my eyes Them niggas, they aint livin, they just look alive Seventeen was the first time they caught the guys Nineteen, I took a half a brick and shook a hand I told my shawty all I do is rap Why they think I took a visit to the juju man? Nina of the cubba and sand I fell in love with all of these rubbery bands See, this rusty cost me couple of grand They dont wanna see us pull up and gang Nina of the cubba and sand I fell in love with all of these rubbery bands See, this rusty cost me couple of grand They dont wanna see us pull up and gang No comment in the police station Caucasian woman tryna do me for some cold case For this money, I got no patience Them niggas see a five figures, they get complacent These raps are only gettin more crazy So when its time for dingers, now theyre more spacious All these tings from a mile way can smell a boss status She know the One, afraid that shits contagious Offers get shh, we dont do reason We spent a whole winning season with a new season I was sat down, now Im celebratin new freedom Touch road, done it for the O, I dont do treason Theyre preeing on the figures that we do weekly Its been a marathon, we just make it look easy Now all this shawty wanna do is tease me She use her brain, she dont really do speaking Nina of the cubba and sand I fell in love with all of these rubbery bands See, this rusty cost me couple of grand They dont wanna see us pull up and gang Nina of the cubba and sand I fell in love with all of these rubbery bands See, this rusty cost me couple of grand They dont wanna see us pull up and gang Sorry officer, officer, you come here and pull up on gang You open the door, youre searchin the car Youre searching for drugs, you just come here to do shakara The way gang theyre lovin the passa, gyal are lovin the stance More time I go shoppin in France Im in Gucci, they pour me a glass Top floor, pourin champagne on her ass She wear jewellery, see some French Montana eating wondering wether they got drenched Long ammo All the waps we used to test, it made us more accurate He aint worth it, shoot him in the ass, no camera Fifteen on my waist, Im still flicky-flicky I just done a re, I need two different diggies Got bagged in country, heard the was history Now my country ting flyin out to do her titties Nina of the cubba and sand I fell in love with all of these rubbery bands See, this rusty cost me couple of grand They dont wanna see us pull up and gang Nina of the cubba and sand I fell in love with all of these rubbery bands See, this rusty cost me couple of grand They dont wanna see us pull up and gang Nina of the cubba and sand I fell in love with all of these rubbery bands See, this rusty cost me couple of grand They dont wanna see us pull up and gang Nina of the cubba and sand I fell in love with all of these rubbery bands See, this rusty cost me couple of grand They dont wanna see us pull up and gang2Embed

Broni Lyrics Gyming no protein I aint allowed with my co-dees Chase money only Got a one level Gyming no protein, all I knows OT I nearly fell for a shawty, she got the same accent as MIST and as Mowgli I aint allowed with my co-dees, why do these pigs wanna hold me? They know better they know me, I apply the shh emoji Chase money only, got grub no groceries No shots I take mininum tenner from Jodie Got a one level and I just spent something stupid on Stoney Same way I just distribute broni Look out for porkies, dotties and 40s We park them off properly, we love them cah theyre fully loaded Dont let the gang feel insulted, you know full well what that will result in It was just another day when shh got shh, I cannot feel no emotion Im married to Elizabeth fully devoted all of this grub, Im fully bloated Opps been getting smoked so long they dont know where the roach is Interview room no evidence, I know what the code is it stays uncoded I got nicked for a madting, guess how it folded Got love for the 15 inch, man stroke it OFB won the golden boot, all of these boots are golden Still go there and do it in a bruk down Vauxhall, or 1-2s moped I took trips just to buck that cokehead, now the VVS looking like volvic Gyming no protein, all I knows OT I nearly fell for a shawty, she got the same accent as MIST and as Mowgli I aint allowed with my co-dees, why do these pigs wanna hold me? They know better they know me, I apply the shh emoji Chase money only, got grub no groceries No shots I take mininum tenner from Jodie Got a one level and I just spent something stupid on Stoney Same way I just distribute broni 23 hour lonely, I touch road Im saucing All I do is bruk down packs, they thought that the sentence could broke me They know I aint ever been talky, its no comment only All the time took grub near the shore no Geordie, I took all these trips with a broni Get 6 for 40 Still score points in the field, and all fee wanna do is score I aint in need of no goalie If you aint talking this money dont phone me Me and Cat bout to cop some skengs, we dont really care about Roleys Why feds wanna apprehend? Last year I skipped a 10 Cah I got nicked for an AM and some broni They asked if I do juju and I just do the usual I keep it low just like Lowkey by, shawty no, Stormzy Gyming no protein, all I knows OT I nearly fell for a shawty, she got the same accent as MIST and as Mowgli I aint allowed with my co-dees, why do these pigs wanna hold me? They know better they know me, I apply the shh emoji Chase money only, got grub no groceries No shots I take mininum tenner from Jodie Got a one level and I just spent something stupid on Stoney Same way I just distribute broni2Embed

Charades Lyrics Yo Fred, been dealin with a few situations out ere man But, Im just sorting it all out, thats why Ive been a bit quiet And then... yeah, Im active again You say One Headie, One Headie, One Headie, One One Ballys and hoodies, not phones in the car Them man aint on but they talk like they are Them man aint really got no arms It come like they just been foldin their arms It come like man been playin Charades The way man talk with them arms One day, Im in the hood tryna pattern up shh Next day, Im recordin in France They talk like they are (Turn, turn, turn Told me turn They told me turn) All I know is money and beef Dont think I left it all in the past How these opp boys say they want beef But they aint got bread, thats all in their arse All my young boys like ten or nine Guess they all wanna chart Skengs, Rambos, flickys We got them all in the car How many man have the gangdem got? How many time man do it all bait on the mains? Gotta wish that a mans not hot Still do it in a coat like Big Shaq got Just done it in my hoody Four door swervin, no A Boogie I hope I aint got bout the judge, no Judy Ballys and hoodies, not phones in the car Them man aint on but they talk like they are Them man aint really got no arms It come like they just been foldin their arms It come like man been playin Charades The way man talk with them arms One day, Im in the hood tryna pattern up shh Next day, Im recordin in France Ballys and hoodies, not phones in the car Them man aint on but they talk like they are Them man aint really got no arms It come like they just been foldin their arms It come like man been playin Charades The way man talk with them arms One day, Im in the hood tryna pattern up shh Next day, Im recordin in France All I know is money and beef Dont think I left it all in the past Them man there different to ours Couldnt see them, we leave them to last My young boy was slackin in the T I just gave him a kick up the arse Focus, workrate, progress Put in that work then hes up How many man have the gangdem got? How much residue in my pot? How much pressure did we put on opps? How many times did we out the lot? Feds tryna find my spot Man tryna right my wrongs So I just write a song Two bad Bs in the seat, me in the middle Two Rambos, symmetry, me in the middle Rose gold with the VVs in the middle D&G, had to throw Amiri jeans in the middle I know feds hate to see me winnin They just wanna see me in the system All of those times it was runt, now we litty Cah my Laurent from Eagle I be able to Two bad Bs in the seat, me in the middle Two Rambos, symmetry, me in the middle Rose gold with the VVs in the middle D&G, had to throw Amiri jeans in the middle I just done it in my hoody Four door swervin, no A Boogie I hope I aint got bout the judge, no Judy Ballys and hoodies, not phones in the car Them man aint on but they talk like they are Them man aint really got no arms It come like they just been foldin their arms It come like man been playin Charades The way man talk with them arms One day, Im in the hood tryna pattern up shh Next day, Im recordin in France Talk like they are Foldin their arms One Talk with them arms3Embed

Back 2 Back Lyrics Cuz I had to wait for the Govs just to buss mans door Why, cah I had no keys? Grind hard all we do is get gwop, back that bomb try hit a boys headtop All I know is O, when I spot mans goal its nothing but headlock Im kway kway far away Bad Bs all on me, bitch better hold this heat Skeng sound like the bass of the beat, come like I put it on repeat Italian joints on me, skeng cost twice as much as my feet All of these Serco trips was peak, and my opps aint as tough as the seats B you can get it in the south, but the tings come from west coast Chop down these .1s, young boy runs with the best of both You know hes gonna get that sold Brown machete in my black ripped jeans I can tell you bout jail and the big back tellys, eating hashbrown and beans Cuz I had to wait for the Govs just to buss mans door, why cah I had no keys Fist man down, if not I try do it headbutts and knees I know about 10 months straight no visits, the whole wing ran with fiends Had to 28 Gs no diggies, still get 18 back at least Grind hard all we do is get gwop, back that bomb try hit a boys headtop Free S when they open them locks, now hes back banging the tips and the sweatbox Nuff jail mail man send off, teasing shorty I soon make the bed rock Thighs look thick when her legs cross, love how my Air Force fresh like Mentos 1-2s ride with a pump, better leave your friend when you see that ped stop Bae wanna do dates and restuarants, man got food cant grind on a dead block I just linked her and blew out her back Your bro just ducked and stop, when he clocked that the wind just threw off his cap All I know is O, when I spot mans goal its nothing but headlock Treat these packs like Zidane in the World Cup final, they get sent off Treat these opps like United at a home match, its nothing but red tops OFB just step too frosty, and I aint chatting bout Kellogs You see the way I love OT, come like Pitt and Angelina Jolie But that put me in HM Polmont, on the wing I didnt have a co-dee Gang already won the golden boot, nearly everyone drill in my team I do this ting live in the T, we really done shows and drills in a week Im kway kway far away, serving shots like Im a barmaid Putting copper in this machine, it just feels like Im in an arcade Need a bad girl like sharnay, shout bro bro for a half of the beige My G just buss that murder, still got a bird but he cant complain Dad telling me go Lidge, but Id rather the trap cah its far more pay Were driving fast on the mains, unlicensed and Im in a car with a blade Have you ever see a man get remanded, pissed cah he werent even part of the case Now hes doing up beef on the wing, gotta swing if they open classroom A I just walked past exercise and Im seeing bare man on the yard in grey Got a ski mask on my face, so Im preeing her back like your ass insane Bro got a 6 shot pump, you dont really want him to blast this gauge And lil man you aint gotta front, we all know that you hearts not made Niggas out here aint got respect no more, its only corn thats respected I werent out here I was locked down on tour, no token these tours were attended My lil bro dont wanna hear no more, now hes on the wing doing up menace He went and done a madting, and he got his sentence extended We love this skeng ish, I feeling like I needed these ones extended Every other day I hear life just ended Every other day this smokes on me, if not then its on my bredrin We aint taking no checking, watch bro get angry and let it My young ones all they wanna do it catch a K and tell a boy Len no Dennis How we run through so much teeth aint ever been dentist Free Dadz hes probably on basic, that nigga dont like his telly Free Brad, free Tugg, free TK, cos they shoulda been home already Free R, no Kelly Doin this already, look at the table this is all ready Already Dem niggas new, you doin this already Look at the table this is all ready1Embed

Don’t Judge Me Lyrics Dont judge me Dont judge me I know that shit fuckry I was broke and I loved myself Nobody aint love me Dont judge me, take care of me Dont judge me, take care of my heart Dont judge me, be there for me Dont judge me, just hold me in your arms Dont judge me, take care of me Hold me in your arms Dont judge me, be there for me Hold me in your arms, yeah Hold me in your arms, say well makе it through Ive got a precious heart open for you Say why youre breakin for me every day Ill send the precious kinda love your way Dont judge me Dont judge me Dont judge me Ill send the precious kinda love your way You know what? Bein black, bein from the hood and seventeen is powerless The only change is when you get yourself a heater I dont know why me and dem oppers started beefin Do I blame me, or the Willie Lynch theory? Born in the gutter, no, it werent my choice to be here Funny how both my parents done the most to be here We can walk free, but are we really walkin free here? How can this be home when I feel I wanna flee here? I cant trust the police force and I cant trust the media Learned more about my people from the streets than from my teachers Theres been a million speeches No justice, no peace, cause we in pieces Officer, am I allowed to breathe here? I didnt choose to be me, so why discriminate me? Paranoia got the gangnem rolling with it lately Feelin like theyre gonna run up in my crib and take me So rest in peace Mark, youre forever in our prayers No more betrayal, we need permanent changes So we can move forward without turnin back pages No more feelin like strangers in this world that we live in Uh, Lord, forgive them No more betrayal, we need permanent changes So we can move forward without turnin back pages Let them all know that its wrong being racist Help us feel proud when we look at our faces Ill send the precious kinda love your way, dont judge me Ill send the precious kinda love your way, dont judge me Ill send the precious kinda love your way, oh Ill send the precious kinda love your way I used to pray for a change, until I had dirty knees Dont judge me Dont judge me6Embed

10von10 Lyrics Hier ist das One-Hit-Wonder Mit einem Lied alles geholt Für manche bin ich nur ein Auto-Tune-Rapper Für andre die Rettung in Not Ich scheiße auf beide Meinungen Hab Feature mit großen Kanonen Auf einmal fragt jeder jetzt, wie es mir geht Jeder will jetzt ein Stück von meim Brot Do-doch ich bleibe auf dem Boden Weil ich wеiß, dass es Gott gibt Und ist er nicht in meim Nackеn Dann sei dir sicher, dass mein Bruder die Glock zückt Bruder, mein Heart ist broken Weil es hier keine Opps gibt Scheiß drauf, ich geh international Run big man down and ching in his face again Ich hab euch gesagt, ich mach sie mir klar, sie ist eine Zehn-von-ten Auf ersten Ching folgt noch ein Ching, ich kann nicht vergeben Ohren explodieren langsam, weil diese Bitch-Niggas mir viel zu viel reden Run big man down and ching in his face again Ich hab euch gesagt, ich mach sie mir klar, sie ist eine Zehn-von-ten Auf ersten Ching folgt noch ein Ching, ich kann nicht vergeben Ohren explodieren langsam, weil diese Bitch-Niggas mir viel zu viel reden Hab heut ne Hundert-von-hundert Chill mit ihr Dubai im Zuma Hing in der Trap broke Ständig auf Flucht vor Kripos und Cops Hab in dem Block gelebt Glock, Klingen, Kopf gefickt Durch Überfall mehr verdient Heute mein Baby-Gyal zehn von zehn Steppin Opp-Boy, renn, gib Acht Denn ich bin in meim Film Winnin Top Boy, straight in den Charts Millionär über Nacht Multi, Money, Money, Loco im Fokus, heut rich AP Diamond, Diamond full besetzt am Wrist Run big man down, uh, ching in his face again Ich hab doch gesagt, ich mach sie mir klar, sie ist eine Zehn-von-ten Auf noch einn Kiss folgt noch ein Kiss, sie ist eine Zehn-von-ten Und ich zieh vorbei, weil die anderen nur zu viel reden, ah Drill international Pajel international , yeah, yeah Headie international , yeah Brr, boh, boh, boh, boh Feds on my case from my previous Look at my diamonds, VVS How bro tryna come round me when the tag on his ankle is GPS? Middle finger to the CPS Bro caught a 16 EDS The law wasnt tryna be a lenient But them guys in jail just make me wanna watch TV less I couldnt give a fuck about CNN, ayy Cold nights in the bando, had to wrap white like Eminem Whole little squad with a ten on ten I dont want to do the same again So I hit studio, feel on the pain again Run big man down and ching in his face again Ich hab euch gesagt, ich mach sie mir klar, sie ist eine Zehn-von-ten Auf ersten Ching folgt noch ein Ching, ich kann nicht vergeben Ohren explodieren langsam, weil diese Bitch-Niggas mir viel zu viel reden Run big man down and ching in his face again Ich hab euch gesagt, ich mach sie mir klar, sie ist eine Zehn-von-ten Auf ersten Ching folgt noch ein Ching, ich kann nicht vergeben Ohren explodieren langsam, weil diese Bitch-Niggas mir viel zu viel reden Yeah1Embed

Different Sorts Lyrics M1onthebeat M1onthebeat I see them man dasheen They always been talkers, see me in the flesh and its always been Walters It come like them boy there Ashley I keep the skeng close like Roadman Shaq and Aznee Come like Im on the lurk for a boy band, the way that I search for them boys on the backstreet And what the fucks rap When Im still live in the T Just last night I had to flush that pack Now-now its somewhere in the sea I rip my 23s, rudeboy I can tell you bout doors and hinges CPS tryna get papers printed And still I NFA on these bitches Still en route, rags to riches Still fly out the ride, stick in my hand looking like I come to play cricket Score these points still get round there, sawn-off joints Hold it steady, got both elbows locked, Im poised Splash mans face, I anoint you Them 9 boys always been chatty, now I got old songs making up noise too Still fold these twenties and Im bagging up coins too T-house settings, I still turn one into two I still turn one into two Put my Jordans on and then zombie walk Your whole gang got one wap, my niggas step out with different sorts Feds on my case for years, they want a man sitting in London courts I wake up with the wildest thoughts, get money if I didnt then Ill do it by force The corn in the mash got force, .44 kicks off like a pissed off horse Wave wands like Harry and Snape, big stones and a wap it’s a serious sort They ain’t copping no waps, they’re tramps, they need financial support I put my life in my rhymes, now niggas wanna rap like me so I can’t endorse Bang on them and just giggle, look and find a boy like a riddle S&D, your life’s in a pickle Stick on the bike, riding man will take you out like a pickle Gun smoke, squeeze the trigger, same way man squeeze up her nipple You ain’t putting work you’re a ginnal Tooled up my ting tickled me, them fuck boys can’t get rid of me Money coming, money coming in, them bad b’s wanna chill with me Little hooker go and act your age, cause kway back you weren’t into me Guns, money, guns, money, drugs, that’s the shit that I’m into b Lurking round with a half a b, and that Cardi B Take risks that’s every day, cause every day the feds onto me Counting racks and she hit me up, I said right now bitch don’t bother me You see them opp boys yeah they so bruck, if they would yeah they’d work for me Take-take risks and prosper, hand on heart Them man there Usain when I’m up front like Costa I thank God that I still eat lobster Serious mobster Still deep in the streets Real life shit you can’t give me no Oscar Put my Jordans on and then zombie walk Your whole gang got one wap, my niggas step out with different sorts Feds on my case for years, they want a man sitting in London courts I wake up with the wildest thoughts, get money if I didnt then Ill do it by force The corn in the mash got force, .44 kicks off like a pissed off horse Wave wands like Harry and Snape, big stones and a wap it’s a serious sort They ain’t copping no waps they’re tramps, they need financial support I put my life in my rhymes, now niggas wanna rap like me so I can’t endorse Jump out gang, my drillers still crashing off waps .44 with big stones and a wap with a clip on the side, mad OSG days was mad, big Rambo tryna search and attack I was on snap in the trap, 2 packs up just me and my cat I was on snap in the trap, 2 packs up just me and my cat You was in the party brassed, tryna go home with a thot that’s frass And my broski just came home and he’s still putting things on stoves Look at his D Squared clothes My bro just stepped out cold, 67 pendant icy Look at the gold on bro Done skengs in trucks, now apparently everyone’s doing up skengs in trucks Done .44s in a 4 door, now apparently they all got 40 one We fuck up this music stuff, chilling on stage and stuff, whole career in my cup Feds wanna lock my bros, but the war’s going on and my gang still shell it at stuff I’m tryna live my career, but the feds wanna stop and stare like stop right there Pull up on the opps with the 4s out like pause right there My young niggas they don’t care, they’ll shave man straight in the face like he wants no beard Smoking cookie and am, I don’t wanna smoke none of your weed man the smokes too weird Put my Jordans on and then zombie walk Your whole gang got one wap, my niggas step out with different sorts Feds on my case for years, they want a man sitting in London courts I wake up with the wildest thoughts, get money if I didnt then Ill do it by force The corn in the mash got force, .44 kicks off like a pissed off horse Wave wands like Harry and Snape, big stones and a wap it’s a serious sort They ain’t copping no waps they’re tramps, they need financial support I put my life in my rhymes, now niggas wanna rap like me so I can’t endorse M1onthebeat1Embed

Turn Lyrics Ghosty Munroe Ghosty Munroe Turn, turn, turn turn Man need to find the lord, I got a lot to lose Swing my shank with force I dont use no knuckles, though Im in my Moose Burnt my tracky and Givenchy runners I was pissed I couldnt keep my shoes Opps cant hang outside when I start to get over there in my mood One Rambo aint enough So I jumped in the whizz and I twinned with two I been a bad breed since school In citizenship Im tryna conceal this kitchen I dont know how to follow the rules I was still tryna convince my teacher Im a good citizen You aint ever gonna circle the opp block so much times Til this dinger wont move Then continue the glide on foot Thats even more mileage in these shoes Blood all over my 97s Now theyre looking like Loubs Had to off white way before Off-White I still split Jerry Springer in two Bad B keep callin my phone Had to tell her calm down, Im tryna stay faithful When the opps get caught, its fatal Were the only ones with waps They aint got arms, them niggas disabled It was tuna and noodles in jail Now its smoked salmon with a toasted bagel For my freedom, Im grateful I was locked up like Akon Came home and I bought me a brand new wap Its nuttin, theres more where that came from Ive got mob ties like the Drake song My hood aint one you can rain on Ill draw my ting, no crayon Leave that pussyhole bleedin Like its time of the month and a girl just came on My niggas cant sleep on a vio I dont know how the opps can function Had no clue that I brang my burner Til I tried clappin on junction Straight Ms or attempts any time that man buck them Thought he was dead when I chinged up my man But hes still alive, what a poor misjudgement Look, my tings set different Big fat sword and a Smithen Gang spill juice on the opps We dont do no half heart dippings TT rex, OT, get the hotline blingin Gang slap corn in their block So the opp boys know their position And, free up my jailhouse mates doing Thameside livin I hate when they chat bare greeze cah they done no drillings Opp block, back my shank and fish him Shave man bait or bore him, bend your back if man dig in Wave that blade, do more than bend your back if man dig it Duck if man ring it Move back if you lack cah this aint your average chingin You dont know my face, since old school days been drillin Grab that black gym back for the action More time the gauge been hidden My goon soon home cah his case got ridden Free up double tap K, who was loose with the latest Smithen Me and V9 had to pattern em up, what a great decision I still gotta pattern up Mulli Big man lowe it and play your position Slap that wap cah the 8 dont listen Them boy love to talk on the net But really theyre great with distance I send shots to your boss on the roads and tracks Your empty threats are all fiction Lets not forget that shh held a dippin Big man play your position Im the youngest tug on the mission Them boy tried boot and their wap went missin Likkle man keep dissin Grip my shank, with the blade Im swingin Swing what shank? Ima blaze and ping him Youre pissed on your block if you buck into us We aint givin a basic chingin Turn, turn, the ding-dong spinnin Mhmm, turn, turn, the ding-dongs spinnin Mhmm, turn, turn, the ding-dongs spinnin Mhmm, turn, turn, the ding-dongs spinnin Turn, turn, the ding-dongs spinnin1Embed

Jugg Lyrics You fell in love with the puss I fell in love with the jugg 28 grams all in buj I heard when nitties say mush Only now you start boasting about ching We done it when it was swoosh Only now your trap phones start ringing You know how many pictures we took? These cases it aint a good look My niggers think i do juj And i got love for my bros The same love that Blittz has for Kush See all of this money haffi make And all of this work just haffi get push Bad b come to the nizz for the d but i cant mix business with scrum I done 8 jails on my lonelies I was on tour while u was in Noomz Thats me in a cell full of strangers, but thats still OFB in the room I had to give up on early that was in March, but now were in June And these feds had me down for 3 I swear the judge just told me a two Broad day cheffing at noon I cant roll with Tugg, cah he loose I cant roll with Spess, cah he loose I cant roll with Frog, cah he loose I cant roll with RV, cah he loose Two thirds of the gs on license they wanna see us on the rear bagging up screws Like barcelona attack him Thats me, RV, doing one twos, or we doing close range headers I had a .32 in my bag, on my back, same time as Tevez Anything Green get Bun I had the YGs billing it Four and a half in the Bandoe, Headie One got a drug dealership You fell in love with the puss I fell in love with the jugg 28 grams all in buj I heard when nitties say mush Only now you start boasting about ching We done it when it was swoosh Only now your trap phones start ringing You know how many pictures we took? These cases it aint a good look My niggers think i do juj And i got love for my bros The same love that Blittz has for Kush See all of this money haffi make And all of this work just haffi get push Bad b come to the nizz for the d but i cant mix business with scrum Headie one my bro, dont even need the same blood My niggas really do road Them bushwheat niggas just rubbed Cant put pressure on uss Countless times they have been touched Half of your teams been injured Think its time you done a few slugs Score points on the field How much blood have i spilled If us lot didnt go jail 012 then fuckboys wouldve got killed Man cant tell me about drils Hand on my shank with skills Pop gold teeth with the swammy I dont need to go and buy grills RV aint taking no Ls RV aint chasing no girls Got four and a half of each in the bando, really put weight on those scales I was in jail doing porridge Spent three on wayne and Mel Never walk alone like sturridge Mac holds 25 bells You fell in love with the puss I fell in love with the jugg 28 grams all in buj I heard when nitties say mush Only now you start boasting about ching We done it when it was swoosh Only now your trap phones start ringing You know how many pictures we took? These cases it aint a good look My niggers think i do juj And i got love for my bros The same love that Blittz has for Kush See all of this money haffi make And all of this work just haffi get push Bad b come to the nizz for the d but i cant mix business with scrum1Embed

Ain’t It Different Lyrics Baby, are you up for this? Ready for the bump and grind Baby, are you up for this? Suh, suh, s-s-s-suh Baby, are you up for this? Aint it different? I link my ting in LA Why I cant fly to the States, cause I got too much convictions Apparently all I talk is prison, but I dont know no different Cah I was in jail up north, runnin another coalition Fresh home, I bought coke and whipped it I put some roses where my wrist is You aint ever made a birthday cake from Digestive biscuits Will have to take lemon juice to a piss test Everyday I look up to the Lord, give thanks for all this litness Come home, frеsh out the system, gymnast Rollin with smoke on my jonеs Pigs want all the camera on me, not the one from Dipset I still cant mix pleasure with business, sorry, princess I come a long way from broke days I got to work and fixed it Baby, are you up for this? I am feeling hot tonight Ready for the bump and grind Wheel it back and run it one more time, yeah, yeah Baby, are you up for this? I am feeling hot tonight Ready for the bump and grind Wheel it back and run it one more time, yeah, yeah This shit aint changed, of course, were different They wonder why we aint fell off yet cause, of course, were gifted The gang still cant do no live shows until the law uplifts it Now tell them, Look at what you made us do like Taylor Swift did Still aim and pivot That chain dont fit you, boy, so give it Team came from CSI meals and greens and jail-issued linen But now its Rico for all the fiends, Im completely winning Invite these fiends to dinner Brilliant prof, my Gs deliver Henny and Voss to feed the liver Plenty of shots that we deliver Take shots at we? Its best you reconsider Dont need no plug cause we the realest Moving packs like Were the Millers Concrete jungle, were gorillas Free my guys, its been a minute All these opps that weve diminished Like Stefflon, my brothers are dons Yeah, we came up from down under Of Sydney, thats city of guns Im stacking up all these funds Making paper like Donald Trump We started drill rap in Aussie Now look at what its become Baby, are you up for this? I am feeling hot tonight Ready for the bump and grind Wheel it back and run it one more time, yeah, yeah Baby, are you up for this? I am feeling hot tonight Ready for the bump and grind Wheel it back and run it one more time, yeah, yeah Aint it different? Spent like ten years grindin Covered in diamonds, never been mining Came through, mans still shining Cah I was in Homeford House with the pack And now Im in Dubai, liming Me and Headz landed abroad Two new kettles, perfect timin The new whips white on white Peanut butter, rose gold lining You can catch me in Central Car so dumb, when I press this button Its gone, I dont do rentals Air 1s fresher than menthol I dont wanna get shit lit But the way that bro grip sticks aint gentle Summer time shootouts, big, big loot-outs Get corn stuck in your dental Baby, are you up for this? I am feeling hot tonight Ready for the bump and grind Wheel it back and run it one more time, yeah, yeah Baby, are you up for this? I am feeling hot tonight Ready for the bump and grind Wheel it back and run it one more time, yeah, yeah Aint it different? When I first stepped in the game Man tried leech on my name Now they wanna act all distant Man love smile in my face And then they wanna chat like vixens Its good its not back in the day Woulda got you so wrapped on Clifton I dont really take no cheques, Ill warn you And I dont do threats, Im cordial I dont even Snap on the jet, its normal Black tie, but Im dressed informal Like the boys from East, Im nasty Dont do drip, but I still stay classy You wanna know? Then ask me, easy Baby, are you up for this? I am feeling hot tonight Ready for the bump and grind Wheel it back and run it one more time, yeah, yeah Baby, are you up for this? I am feeling hot tonight Ready for the bump and grind Wheel it back and run it one more time, yeah, yeah Baby, are you? Baby, are you? Baby, are you? Baby, are you?1Embed

Psalm 35 Lyrics Turn, turn, turn, turn Just stepped off a boat, Monaco, Im seasick Again, Im at the top of the charts, no remix Hoes on my coattails, expensive fleeces The Louis come fresh out the box, no creases Never listened to my pastors preachin I got baptised in my rose gold pieces They think Im possessed by demons Outside the church, they would hand out leaflets My step-ma was a bitch She used to make mе beg her to feed me Told my Pops that I hatе her so deeply Deep down, he knew I didnt mean it I was out in my tracksuit, tryna figure how to get it in easiest Til the feds went and put me on their radar, it was concern Conspiracy and PWITS God, thank the Lord for my freedom, Im livin proof that prayer is needed My mind is a war zone, nah, bro, I can never tell those secrets How can those nightmares share the same space Im supposed to dream with? I could give you a Bible verse Id fall asleep with Lord, not them, theyre my enemies Succeed, tryna get the best of me Wrongly rejoice over me Edna watchin over me Neither let them wink with the eye, theyre gonna hate me without cause Let them be confounded and put to shame, all those who seek after my soul Psalm 35, do you know the meanin? In my cell, nothin to do, Im readin Readin it into my past, I cant leave it Its just me, the four walls, and the ceilin They told me turn, I watched the full moon through the barbed wire while leanin Was really tryna make a way, that white and B just put me on B-wing How much time did I do wing cleanin? I hit the opp blocks, some did it for the team ting Get the 3.5, then go read Psalm 35, go there on demon Comin from a broken home, so today, Im still pickin up the bits and pieces Show no emotion, feedin the pain, I cant show no weakness God, thank the Lord for my freedom, Im livin proof that prayer is needed My mind is a war zone, nah, bro, I can never tell those secrets How can those nightmares share the same space Im supposed to dream with? I could give you a Bible verse Id fall asleep with Lord, not them, theyre my enemies Succeed, tryna get the best of me Wrongly rejoice over me Edna watchin over me Neither let them wink with the eye, theyre gonna hate me without cause Let them be confounded and put to shame, all those who seek after my soul Embed

Tracksuit Love Lyrics Huh, Im tellin em I still step in any city, in any trackie With my brother Aitch, and Unknown T K-K-Kenny Allstar Cla-cla-clap rounds in my- tra-tra-tra-tra-tracksuit Clap rounds in my tracksuit In and out the trap house in my tracksuit Young nigga tryna get it in my tracksuit You can get a home inspection in my tracksuit I clap rounds in my tracksuit In and out the trap house in my tracksuit Young nigga tryna get it in my tracksuit You can get a home inspection in my tracksuit Yo, I got love for my trackie and I mean it You know I had to strap a verse and slap it on the remix Honestly, you never really see me on the jeans ting Fuck it, if I cant wear a trackie then Im leaving Fresh to death, from my head to creps You best step, cause your gyalll get extra wet Disrespect, youre tryna test the best I whip my tracksuit off, before I sex your ex Oi, Kenny, you know Im Shelly on set Come through movin like Im Headie, buss a one step Ill be honest, pretty lady got me on edge Givin sloppy toppy, now the trackie I got ons wet Hella swaggy, this aint nothing too baggy Im just comfy on the M1, cruising back to Manny Sexy señorita fell in love with a scally Im five years younger and she callin me papi Clap rounds in my tracksuit In and out the trap house in my tracksuit Young nigga tryna get it in my tracksuit You can get a home inspection in my tracksuit I clap rounds in my tracksuit In and out the trap house in my tracksuit Young nigga tryna get it in my tracksuit You can get a home inspection in my tracksuit Ay, Unknown, you ready for this one? Yo Kenny, lets sip a likkle Henny Cah any time we walk inside the show we keep it shelly Call you bitch, she feelin my tekkie Tracksuit love, now she grippin on my semi Rockin Palm Angel with my Czech Brown Fresher than you, thats Chanel on my neck AJ fresh out the bag, so I flex Drip, or drown B, girls love the way I dress I aint gotta stunt, or flash in bait bling More time its a Adidas ting The drops hot, Moncler Bottoms dont swing And my Hugo Boss, got me feelin like the King I remember when I loved Ralph Lauren as a Pitney Now Im out, and selling shows in Givenchy You was in a trackie tryna lips G I was in a black trackie tryna flip P Ay, enough, enough, enough, enough Clap rounds in my tracksuit In and out the trap house in my tracksuit Young nigga tryna get it in my tracksuit You can get a home inspection in my tracksuit I clap rounds in my tracksuit In and out the trap house in my tracksuit Young nigga tryna get it in my tracksuit You can get a home inspection in my tracksuit In my tracksuit S-s-s in my tracksuit It in my tracksuit -spection in my tracksuit Clap rounds in a tracksuit In and out the trap house in my tracksuit Young nigga tryna get it in my tracksuit You can get a home inspection in my tracksuit6Embed

Head Huncho Lyrics Yeah Countin up this bag is excitin Yeah, I gave my mum some bags after night shifts Yeah, youre my brudda, you aint gotta hide shit And your energys kind of different, I cant vibe with you Might be sittin next to you and theres no clue Im on Southern Railway and I got some food Im so used to winnin now, I cannot lose See my favourite fiend today, I gave him twos In Chanel we goin in, we buyin twos One for me and one for sister, thats a mood Cant be spendin on a woman, fuck your bag I got a talent man, Im good with rubber bands Casually run through a hundred bags Feds wanna cuff me, I had bruises on my hands I dont know how they know Ive been so ruthless, I had plans They blamin all the shavings and bootings on the gang Im countin up this bag, its so excitin Latex so I can put my hands on all this Pyrex Foot down, put it in sports when I see sirens Both my past and my present has been violent I just left the corner store with rubber bands How can you try and tell me who I am? Get some cash and tie it on you, thats a plan Im in Paris wearin Alexander Wang, oh yeah Back in London, yeah, I got a chick in Wang That just set me back, yeah, a couple grand Stop at Dam and check the plug, thats how I am Got deliveries just loaded and theyre stamped And theyre stamped Its 3AM, yeah, Im like a vamp When I play COD, I do not camp In real life, I do not camp I shine like Sonia, then shine like Lamps I still provide for fans who need that TT white for fast Still, I need elastic bands, been makin bankrolls from the bando I love the hustle and as far hustle can go I made a killin off the fifty and a Zanco I might have to go on toilet, S.O., thank you These rales want me back, I started with a Q and climbed We aint know they managed that This metal on me, I cant lack Still, I count up all my cash I just blinked and blew a stack, ohh, ohh I just left and blew a stack, ohh, ohh Head Huncho back-to-back I still bag it up in flats Im still settin traps for rats Im still givin food to cats And I dont mean no pussycat, no, no I dont mean no pussycats, no, no Headie One and Huncho, oh, oh Im get-gettin packs for lows And were gettin packs for lows And Im sellin all the dro, ohh, ohh Get it for the low, ohh I still get it for the low, ohh, ohh Dont short on the pack, make sure Hahaha Hahaha, oh shit Dont come here showing that bag boy Huncholini the 1stEmbed

Music x Road Lyrics I’m just tryna make the people dem proud I aint the type to boast you know Been through so much freeloads you know All these drugs that got sold you know Encounters with the law you know I had to focus on growth you know Now I just play back and forwards you know I still walk the thin line between music and road That’s what I was told you know They think I done juju They think that my soul it got sold you know All cause a nigga can flow you know All cause a jury couldn’t get a majority vote the judge told me go home you know I was in jail when me and bro reasoned bout rap, now I’m waiting on bro you know Loyalty first that’s the code you know, I still walk a thin line between music and road Family first that’s the code you know, I still walk the thin line between music and road To bring ma back I’d go broke you know, still walk the thin line between music and road We’re extracting some gold you know, gang still do the road you know All the time that I wasted I’m coming for what I am owed I cannot listen to what I am told Not long ago I was flat on my face on the floor, you know All of those twenty-three hours I read on my own I made serious decisions alone Shit hit the fan and nobody wanted to know now they wanna be part of the glow I was taught for loyalty there’s a reward For my sisters here and my family I do this all for you know And I made the remorse you know Should all the hard work I’ve been put in to open some doors Now Louboutin’s I gotta walk the thin line between music and road That’s what I was told you know They think I done juju They think that my soul it got sold you know All cause a nigga can flow you know All cause a jury couldn’t get a majority vote the judge told me go home you know I was in jail when me and bro reasoned bout rap, now I’m waiting on bro you know Loyalty first that’s the code you know, I still walk a thin line between music and road Family first that’s the code you know, I still walk the thin line between music and road To bring ma back I’d go broke you know, still walk the thin line between music and road We’re extracting some gold you know, gang still do the road you know My pa went and took my mums pic off the wall, I guess he couldn’t cope Now he asks how I spent all these long nights in the cold cause I spent a quid on a coat I really lied when I stood up and took on the oath Book in for trial for morning after a long night reading a book with some oats I was forced to go work on my growth Now it’s just music and road man’s doing up both I was up north sporting those prisoner’s clothes Now I’m cutting through Harrods just doing the most I know all my dos and my don’ts, where did the word loyalty go They’re all here when you up disappear when you’re low I want nothing to do with these hoes That’s what I was told you know They think I done juju They think that my soul it got sold you know All cause a nigga can flow you know All cause a jury couldn’t get a majority vote the judge told me go home you know I was in jail when me and bro reasoned bout rap, now I’m waiting on bro you know Loyalty first that’s the code you know, I still walk a thin line between music and road Family first that’s the code you know, I still walk the thin line between music and road To bring ma back I’d go broke you know, still walk the thin line between music and road We’re extracting some gold you know, gang still do the road you know What I wasnt able to do during my recent years My sons, daughters, grandchildren will have to do it and do it more And God has me with thatEmbed

This Week Lyrics Run through five One Country lines Counting this money, its the end of the week Im on a generous streak Run through five They told me turn Im a-live Thats what I expected this week Counting this money, its the end of the week Ran through five Not what I expected this week Im a-live Thats what I expected this week Country lines Counting this money, its the end of the week Most the time Im on a generous streak Couldve bought a sawn off one The amount that I spend on a tee Feds still ask questions, its peak And it aint my intention to speak All of these bad Bs come to the niz They all want attention from me All of these plugs They all want the connections to me I put in work for the things I got I didnt get it for free Shoppin uptown Bro spent a change on congestion this week 18K and VVS on my teeth Summer time Make sure you dont go blind when you look at the end of my sleeve Still do this live in the T Play fiends mad rud every week Still live in the beef They try do it online like Drake and like Meek I guess niggas aint learn the code yet Gang done all these jobs that aint solved yet Only God knows whos the culprit Ran through five Not what I expected this week Im a-live Thats what I expected this week Country lines Counting this money, its the end of the week Most the time Im on a generous streak Couldve bought a sawn off one The amount that I spend on a tee Feds still ask questions, its peak And it aint my intention to speak All of these bad Bs come to the niz They all want attention from me All of these plugs They all want the connections to me Cut my phone Coulda done selfridges but my niggas in jail needed canteen Needed a new duffle But I gotta spend bags on a new machine And thats lil bro With a wap same size as him On the high street put that pussy in my backseat Skeet, girl Im tryna make that pussy look like me All brown and watered down Girl could you not do drip like this? Tricks up this sleeve Both of my wrists got golden trees Its WG, big clout Headie one, OFB Ran through five Not what I expected this week Im a-live Thats what I expected this week Country lines Counting this money, its the end of the week Most the time Im on a generous streak Couldve bought a sawn off one The amount that I spend on a tee Feds still ask questions, its peak And it aint my intention to speak All of these bad Bs come to the niz They all want attention from me All of these plugs They all want the connections to meEmbed

Teach Me Lyrics Teach me, teach Turn, turn Turn, turn, turn Teach me, teach Teach me All these jewels aint gonna make me richer, but it might just do for my little nigga Little nigga wanna be a hitter, told him, Cut a cheque and go and be a driller Fake niggas made them pictures bigger, I was tryna show them to the bigger picture No more showin haters middle fingers Rather show the haters to my pinky fingеr I rub the clitoris, she lick my finger Shе dont know she suckin on my trigger finger Couple businesses and bigger blickys, now we uptown, we gettin flicky flicky Tommy said Im makin too much money Next watch will have to be a Richard Mille Feds will pree me cah I made a killin Both in the countryside and in the city How many times did I leave the judge livid? Cause I didnt have to go step on a visit Windows are tinted, but they let breeze in Tracksuit in season, it match the interior I dont wanna see no civilians Im done takin public opinions I find this all so hard to reason Well, its time to get my head heated I try to be peaceful, tell the Gs not to put teeth in Ask Edna to teach me forgiveness Teach me Teach Teach me Teach Yo, somebody call God for me , tell him this is daylight robbery Somebody tell the people I want an apology for all of their broken promises Promises they made but, true, they didnt owe it me They said if I get lost, theyll come for me, and comfort me But when I got lost, they abandoned me They aint stick to their promise, yeah, they taunted me So now, if it aint for the fam, then its all for me Pa was strugglin to cope with me, he start to wish he aborted me Oh, how we tried everything, even tried therapy, could never tell what was wrong with me They said that I couldnt, took away the NT and apostrophe Dont look down on me, that was hypocrisy Come up from poverty, blame the economy You know the hustles a game of monopoly Do I blame destiny or blame astrology? So many different philosophies Before I learned to love properly, ah They took away the only thing that belonged to me, teach me What more do they want from me? All this litness, I cant make a difference It was just me and my sister Ask Edna to teach us forgiveness Teach, teach, teach, teach Ask Edna to teach me forgiveness, yeah Teach me Teach, teach, teach, teach, teach Turn, turn, turn, turn Turn, turn, turn, turn, turn Turn, turn Turn, turn, turn, turn, turn, turn, turn, turnEmbed

2 Chains Lyrics Turn, turn, turn up, turn up, turn M1OnTheBeat Ayo, TwinTwo, this is a bad boy beat Yo Two chains on me Smoke on bro, it aint on me Turn him to a Gunner, he aint Ljungberg, he aint Henry But its an unbeaten season, Im feelin like Wenger in 03 I know them opp boys feelin it Theyre injury-prone, or theyre losin teammates Middle finger to the Trident My young boy dont know his release date Come look at the club, its fryin We aint comin out here with no 38 Lord knows I feel like The Weeknd I feel like Thе Weeknd I look in the mirror, its blindin lights Baby said that when I step, Im clashin I wеar too much ice with ice She wanna step out, Cs are matchin Gang wanna step out, GPs matchin Done the right thing, and I twinned them Cs And I twin them machines When the opps wanna rain on me, Ashanti I never dunked a paigon, he was civilian on my landin Heard somethin got drilled on a Sunday Course I aint know what happened I was chilling in my gaff with gangdem Was listenin to Kirk Franklin Cah I trust in God and wap beam How we beefin five blocks and countin? Show the opps bout the four-door trucks and transits It was free Bradz, now hes just back home sortin tactics Summer time out with the two-two, glidin Havin so much drip, its a water fountain Two chains on me Smoke on bro, it aint on me Turn him to a Gunner, he aint Ljungberg, he aint Henry But its an unbeaten season, Im feelin like Wenger in 03 I know them opp boys feelin it Theyre injury-prone, or theyre losin teammates Middle finger to the Trident My young boy dont know his release date Come look at the club, its fryin We aint comin out here with no tray Lord knows I feel like The Weeknd I feel like The Weeknd That boy got drilled on the weekend Im mainstream, feds still knockin Cah Im still neck deep in the deep end Little bro scratched it off Corona mask, no gloves, he dont value his freedom Had a shopkeeper all shocked Behind the till like Kel & Kenan All of this beef, we shouldve been vegan All them opps, the manna like thievin Bought that broom, manna werent sweepin Some of these lucky theyre breathin HMP had a street nigga readin Back then, it was basic Now, Im sat at BRITs My suit tapered, and my fade tapered Im meant to be famous But I still zim-zimma, whos got the keys to the Bimmer? Pissed that I had to de-link this Insta model She was way too inner Cant believe it was baguettes for dinner Uh, now, theres baguettes on my pinky finger Two chains on me Smoke on bro, it aint on me Turn him to a Gunner, he aint Ljungberg, he aint Henry But its an unbeaten season, Im feelin like Wenger in 03 I know them opp boys feelin it Theyre injury-prone, or theyre losin teammates Middle finger to the Trident My young boy dont know his release date Come look at the club, its fryin We aint comin out here with no tray Lord knows I feel like The Weeknd M1OnTheBeat Ayo, TwinTwo, this is a bad boy beat1Embed

Touring Lyrics Three O spots, thats my definition of a business plan We dem boys dat run through 15, shh And have a couple Cubans linking hands Couple times man done it all bait all alone Or I done did it with gang I can never sit on my ass and complain about cash I just hit the strip and go ham Six shot clap like a round of applause Na you wont only hear it from fans The way the gang always get smokey With always in 013 was mad, tell the plug, give fags How many times have I been in their trap? And I had to go make it, Ill balance on sight If I ever had a show in an hour Had to rush just to weigh the last couple of grams Left the T with a couple of grand And hit show and got couple of grand Me and bro own a whole load of waps Might have to tell the label I want it in cash I was in the jailhouse puttin in aps Touch road, push weight without a weapon or am - Pre-Chorus I aint got time for the jokes aside Came to far from a runner on lines Now its designer kicks when I step in a brick And put runners on lines And I did it in O Same way I did it with bro Look at the whip, I did it with love And dem man would have been lit too if they did it with us - Chorus D&G or Givenchny is what I walk in I aint got time for stress from no shawty More time the boy touring Uptown with the gang and do shopping And then we go foreign On time for my freshmans dinner And then I finish with a soft drink Slim and heads That sounds like the trap and skengs And I came a long way from little old me Just coz back then we done it on peds Now I just pull up in foreign whips You can miss me with the politics Coz I paid 60 racks for the watch and that No way I borrowed this So just keep it good And no way I could beef these kids They dont keep it hood And I feel like the one with the twos that I done in the T Just repeating juggs It was just me, mention slim, we talking Gs I know about work How many times did I turn on the heat and fuck up a bird? Excellent stuff And the trap phone is peppering up If it werent for the funds, glitz and glamour Would I be getting this love? If it werent for the rap and trap Would a young nigga be getting this uck? Now I just pull up in German whips And I heard that a bricks soon 36 So now Im gonna take a dirty trip - Chorus D&G or Givenchny is what I walk in I aint got time for stress from no shawty More time the boy touring Uptown with the gang and do shopping And then we go foreign On time for my freshmans dinner And then I finish with a soft drink - Pre-Chorus I aint got time for the jokes aside Came to far from a runner on lines Now its designer kicks when I step in abrick And put runners on lines And I did it in O Same way I did it with bro Look at the whip, I did it with love And dem man would have been lit too if they did it with us2Embed

Blessings Lyrics My blessings come in twos yeah My blessings come in two yeah Either Remy or French on the glass I was sucked down truss Ive been both sucked and dench in the arms Them man still stuck in the past Me, all I know was progression Cause all I do is talk progression Spent 23 hours just wiring kettles Still cant hear me talk depression Italiano stepping, but I aint in Italy Might book a European shopping trip for me And go take bae Sicily Bad Bs come to the Niz, now these hoes wanna sit with me They dont even care my heads shaped like 50p All we do is mash cash, cant smoke no nicotine Still go pull up tryna turn man pack Have all the bros like whos got rizz for me? Them Trident boys still in for me Theyre pissed cah theres money in the bank, Hilary Theyd love to hit me with the 10 or 11 no Digga D All we do is score points, this game cant ever go penalties Whistle on a skeng, out here they aint ever run referees .38 or the Luger, I dont know which ones best for me I dont care as long as they fit in the denim jeans My blessings come in twos Im in the sky come see the view The way I play with all these Ls I cannot lose Young nigga on the rise I gotta move Im steady flexing with my crew, for life thats all through, the night Even if I die I cannot lose, my life With all these hoes I cannot choose, a wife Blessings They think I do ooo ooo Cah I aint on a sentence Young nigga kicked back to repented Round here life in jail or death is expected I look at all the VVS when the gang make an entrance Its nothing but skengs and pendants How many times did I take that L? Had to go ham, make them amendments How many times did I sit in jail? On the wing headpiece picky like Pennant I take the piss with no loo Times I aint know what to do Clean-hearted bandit they tryna cut through I really do not know whos who They say the term was overdue I just gotta out do the boys in blue Because they want me locked back in that room My blessings come in twos Im in the sky come see the views The way I play with all these Ls I cannot lose Young nigga on the rise I gotta move Im steady flexing with my crew, for life thats all through, the night Even if I die I cannot lose, my life With all these hoes I cannot choose, a wife I cannot choose, a wife I cannot lose, my life I cannot choose, a wifeEmbed

One Leanin’ Lyrics Got tools on the block, you ain’t gotta go Wickes If it put 6 in the spins, I just might have to bang up at 6 That 4 walls again I’m trapped Jailhouse working on traps, Im back, touched road and bagged that trap I do it all for the funds I’m leanin’, I’m leanin’ I always knew I’m the one I’m leanin’, I’m leanin’ Lean out the ride when that 4 gets spun, guarantee Ill leave man leaning I ain’t gotta sip on no rum I’m leanin’, I’m leanin’ Still gotta get busy in the drought that’s even when they rise the prices Bag this quality in sizes, all of these hours in the T-house dicing Can’t even control my eyelids 24/7 that’s 365 shit, Lord knows my lifestyle’s tiring I tell all these hoes, try get you a man that does both, that’s one that’s doing up violence Catch me and bro doing 90 on the M, through all of these 3rd exits that’s mileage Invest this bread into skengs, when there’s beef on the streets man’s firing I ain’t tryna stop crashing corn, that’s until I hear those sirens The mandem got the same mindset That’s why I can just green light it, like I just put my Instagram on private No violation ain’t sliding I’ll bet you my counch spot I’ll still try do man dirty, with a tenner in my pocket and a 1 pop Got tools on the block, you ain’t gotta go Wickes If it put 6 in the spins, I just might have to bang up at 6 That 4 walls again I’m trapped Jailhouse working on traps, Im back, touched road and bagged that trap I do it all for the funds I’m leanin’, I’m leanin’ I always knew I’m the one I’m leanin’, I’m leanin’ Lean out the ride when that 4 gets spun, guarantee I will leave man leaning I ain’t gotta sip on no rum I’m leanin’, I’m leanin’ I do this ting live in the streets, but I gotta go harder Bae wants a cheeky night in, after a meal and a Pina Colada She know what I do with my crack phone I’m gymin’, I’m gymin’ She know what I do with my Rambo I’m twinnin’, I’m twinnin’ I gotta deal with these opps like they’re nachos And dip em’, and dip em’ Beat this case and I’m thankful Good riddance, good riddance That’s why they think I do juju, that’s why they think I’m a loose screw Country spots I got a few, on the opp block I don’t care who’s who I’m fishing, I’m fishing Bad b pissed cos I ain’t been replying, but I can’t mix pleasure with business Only last year I was Thamesside livin’, now I’m livin’ OFB, OFB, OFB My niggas, my niggas Got tools on the block, you ain’t gotta go Wickes If it put 6 on the spins, I just might have to bang up at 6 That 4 walls again I’m trapped Jailhouse working on traps, Im back, touched road and bagged that trap I do it all for the funds I’m leanin’, I’m leanin’ I always knew I’m the one I’m leanin’, I’m leanin’ Lean out the ride when that 4 gets spun, guarantee I will leave man leaning I ain’t gotta sip on no rum I’m leanin’, I’m leanin’Embed

Triple Science Lyrics Yo, turn Turn, turn, turn, turn Interview room, stay silent Hit the Bailey and ask God for guidance If I ever took that oath, Im lyin Even when I wrong, Im tryna stay righteous How many times did he leave man lifeless? End up on a wing with lifers Bro was the tightest, he sent man a fiver I guess its the thought that counts Five-hundred English pounds in fivers I still cant afford her nails In the bando, studyin triple science Grab the Pyrex, its goin down Look at the flick of the wrist, all I needs an hour Ask Scott if he can do the night shift, evеn those gaffs all bait in town Even those gaffs all bait in town I chеf out the bando like it aint Ah, them times, it was hundred pounds an eighth Wasted time on my estate Look at the bando, its a state I was dead broke, couldve got me paid Learn how to turn it, rock from flake All the times that I wanted to call it quits, I stayed To the times that I had to go flush that grub Cah I went and caught a raid I really had to meet Fi in the park She said she want four dark like the wing No, she dont want crack, she just tryna stay mellow This ones yellow, its Super Saiyan Super Saiyan, I still got the shoebox I used for savin Savin, it really took so much patience Spend it on smoke, tryna turn man patient Patient, really had to put in that work rate Tried, no, we didnt have time for ravin Ravin, with the T-house man stayed in Couldnt care less cause the money just came in Interview room, stay silent Hit the Bailey and ask God for guidance If I ever took that oath, Im lyin Even when I wrong, Im tryna stay righteous How many times did he leave man lifeless? End up on a wing with lifers Bro was the tightest, he sent man a fiver I guess its the thought that counts Five-hundred English pounds in fivers I still cant afford her nails In the bando, studyin triple science Grab the Pyrex, its goin down Look at the flick of the wrist, all I needs an hour Ask Scott if he can do the night shift, even those gaffs all bait in town The T-house put the shotgun in ation Dont get yourself shot like Kaylum My young boy wanna trap, need trainin He already know how to drill them paigons Paigons, paigons, everywhere I look, I see paigons He tryna do both Tryna score and distribute balls like Chamberlain All the times that I built a new spot, geography Bicarb and the rest, thats chemistry Countin up bread, thats physics You ever seen a fiend OD? Biology Paranoia in the fast lane, thinkin every car is the Jakes tryna follow me Do them opps properly, ching mans head Ive never really been a fan of psychology Fuck them feds They made my association, sociology Who ever cares what the servery said? Tell em, Let me get the whole loaf of bread Didnt ever like to shit on my doorsteps Country phones, got that dough off ends Keep the blinds closed, stay low from feds Or Im back on the wing tryna conk mans head Interview room, stay silent Hit the Bailey and ask God for guidance If I ever took that oath, Im lyin Even when I wrong, Im tryna stay righteous How many times did he leave man lifeless? End up on a wing with lifers Bro was the tightest, he sent man a fiver I guess its the thought that counts Five-hundred English pounds in fivers I still cant afford her nails In the bando, studyin triple science Grab the Pyrex, its goin down Look at the flick of the wrist, all I needs an hour Ask Scott if he can do the night shift even those gaffs all bait in town Embed

Tracksuit Love Lyrics Still step in any function In any trackie Dirtbike LB, Young Adz Nastylgia, K-K-K-Kenny Allstar C-C-C-Clap rounds... Tracksuit D-Block Europe Clap rounds in my tracksuit In and out the trap house in my tracksuit Young nigga tryna get it in my tracksuit You can get a home inspection in my tracksuit I clap rounds in my tracksuit In and out the trap house in my tracksuit Young nigga tryna get it in my tracksuit You can get a home inspection in my tracksuit Winchester rounds, get your best friend filled You gon feel how I feel, if your best friends real Bag forty bags of pebs in this trackie Red bull and the baccy, BandoBaby29 Told my runner If you get caught, you do the time Pyrex broke on the stove, I lost my mind Came back after Assams, he really high Touch one hair on my head, that nigga die Too-too-too much, dont do-do-do much I put some LVs on her feet, she even sexier New-new-new one, four door, no coupe one They talk on the net, not in person, aint on my repertoire Yeah, go check the resumé, came up selling hella hard I just made her squirt, good job that we fuckin in the bath Clap rounds in my tracksuit In and out the trap house in my tracksuit Young nigga tryna get it in my tracksuit You can get a home inspection in my tracksuit I clap rounds in my tracksuit In and out the trap house in my tracksuit Young nigga tryna get it in my tracksuit You can get a home inspection in my tracksuit Fuck the fake love, fuck the fake love I can tell the difference between a real and a fake hug Two thousand on my trackie Keep your mouth clean, please Baby girl just watch your make up Lean up in my sprite, now thats straight mud I was in the trap, two young boys had the blade tucked And now were Chanel from the lace up Thats why these bitches wanna make love I still go Chanel for my drip and Im still in my hood takin risks, yeah I just told my jeweller, I need a new cooler, thats forty for my wrist, yeah I turn a drill song into a wave song She fuck me with my watch, and my chain on Yeah Gelato in my zoot Baby girl, you know I stay gone Clap rounds in my tracksuit In and out the trap house in my tracksuit Young nigga tryna get it in my tracksuit You can get a home inspection in my tracksuit I clap rounds in my tracksuit In and out the trap house in my tracksuit Young nigga tryna get it in my tracksuit You can get a home inspection in my tracksuit In my tracksuit, in my tracksuit S-s-s in my tracksuit It in my tracksuit -spection in my tracksuit I clap rounds in a tracksuit In and out the trap house in my tracksuit Young nigga tryna get it in my tracksuit You can get a home inspection in my tracksuitEmbed

Self-Obsessed Lyrics Eight BeatFreakz Eight-eight-eight in the pot, self-obsessed Now she want some more, legs open Took her to Dior Shoulda went a jewelers, get your diamonds pure Say she wanna fuck a drug dealer Sellin crack, but I smoke reefer Playin chess on my Louis V concorde Baby, we might fuck, but I dont need ya I be thinkin bout the pussy just before I crash the Porsche Ima eat that pussy, baby, you aint gotta talk If you want the bag, baby, suck my dick before I spent too much bands in Dior-or-or But the AP plain cost me 30k Girl, I hate it when our loves feelin strange Paid cash for the car, this the Range If I ever said I love, you then I think Ive gone insane Yeah, nigga run off with some grub, I made him run it back Long story short, made the boy do the Running Man Ha, make sure you pay it back Three litres of blood, swapped it for couple grams Told her that I dont even get high Shoulda saw her face when I crushed a Xan C-C, hit your top and fly Every bitch wanna fuck a man Eight-eight-eight in the pot, self-obsessed Now she want some more, legs open Took her to Dior Shoulda went a jewelers, get your diamonds pure Say she wanna fuck a drug dealer Sellin crack, but I smoke reefer Playin chess on my Louis V concorde Baby, we might fuck, but I dont need ya I didnt trap, but look how far Ive gone from it Both wrists rose from it, cause I spent wads on it You see this money? Im sure you dont get lost in it Or now shes tryna regain her consciousness She gimme compliments, but Im confident I dont cooperate, I face the consequence See a opp and dip him like he dyin documents In every single field, he dominant Them man I saw broke, I dont think we breathe the same oxygen Street nigga, but I fly across the continent Dressed in Dolce and and cause Im orderin a bit of lobster and Gettin my chin stroked by a hottie Reminiscin bout the times that I gotta pew and cony Im self-obsessed and I aint sorry Four pockets full, lookin like a nigga won the lottery Eight-eight-eight in the pot, self-obsessed Now she want some more, legs open Took her to Dior Shoulda went a jewelers, get your diamonds pure Say she wanna fuck a drug dealer Sellin crack, but I smoke reefer Playin chess on my Louis V concorde Baby, we might fuck, but I dont need ya Sorcerer; the food that I had werent gourmet Sold out tours, need more dates Mad cause your girl keeps eyein man Before I hammer it, I start with the foreplay Youre in strangers pictures, commentin If you knew what I gross, youd be vomitin My bro from Brum had it local Cause these youts talk bad, but its not in em, haha Wrist on igloo , this one here is discontinued Tables, designer labels, horsepower got the car unstable It depends on the mood Im in Tell the young Gs go move to him New babes in my front room hooverin When they talk about chrome, they just Googlin Lifes changed, niggas know what we used to do Now Im in a showroom, lookin for a Ghost like Scooby Doo Blud, dont gas nothin, you aint gonna crash nothin See you with the Pokemon, we aint gonna ash nothin He took a L, b, when he came to the block Cause he never adds nothin I am from the drip, from the hard knocks Drag you out your whip, call him Carlos Itll get reckless, real-life top boys Look alive if we pull up on your block, boy Big bro had the bootcuts with a huge dotty Horseshoe on his jeans, thats a true story Fuck these niggas, I dont rate one of them P.s., suck your mum again Eight-eight-eight in the pot, self-obsessed Now she want some more, legs open Took her to Dior Shoulda went a jewelers, get your diamonds pure Say she wanna fuck a drug dealer Sellin crack, but I smoke reefer Playin chess on my Louis V concorde Baby, we might fuck, but I dont need yaEmbed

GANG Lyrics Two months and I aint been home I still say my Hail Mary when I break each O Paps dont know if Im dead or alive I just bag this first Z out this nine Got nicked up in country, fell in love with this life I never knew that jail would be the next time I write My shorty wanted someone doin better at life They didnt lie when they say youre out of sight, out of mind Told myself Ill make sure they cant forget me next time I got lit, really had to take those risks You ever have to sit on public transport casually with half a brick? You ever been up North? Nuttin to relate to On the wing I had more than enough time to think of a plan Grew together, tried to think were a gang Now they talkin drill and trap, and then they think of the gang More than enough time to think of a plan Now they trap-trap-trap and then they think of the gang More than enough time to think of a plan Grew together, tried to think were a gang Now they talkin drill and trap, and then they think of the gang Grew together, tried to think were a gang Now they trap-trap-trap and then they think of the gang More than enough time to think of a plan Now they talkin drill and trap, and then they think of the gang Think of the gang Trap-trap-trap and then they think of the gang Four months and I aint been home I still say my Hail Mary when I break each O Paps dont know if Im dead or alive I just got some new bells for this 9 I got nicked up in country, all I tried to do was grind Never knew that jail would be the next time I write I might wake up in the mornin, find myself on a flight Didnt lie when they say youre out of sight, out of mind Now theyre wishin they can get a second out of my time I got lit, really had to take those risks You aint whipped, bought a whip and had to decamp the whip Nuttin to relate to On the wing I had more than enough time to think of a plan Grew together, tried to think were a gang Now they talkin drill and trap, and then they think of the gang Grew together, tried to think were a gang Now they trap-trap-trap and then they think of the gang More than enough time to think of a plan Now they talkin drill and trap, and then they think of the gang Its my pas birthday, Ima gift him some land Cah he used to wash my shirts, done that shit with his hands Think of the gang Think of the gang Think of the gang More than enough time to think of a plan Think of the gang2Embed

The Light Lyrics Ooh-ooh Yo My past and the bujj is dark But I guess, now I can see the light My ex on my back Is it only cah Im in Off-White? Double R got neon lights I cant forget them SEAT Léon times Im doin one-twenty on the M, Im about to reach York, Dwight My past and the bujj is dark But I guess, now I can see the light My ex on my back Is it only cah Im in Off-White? Double R got neon lights I cant forget them SEAT Léon times Im doin one-twenty on the M, Im about to reach York, Dwight Yo, yo All my life, Ive flipped caucasian Buy fast dingers and I go horse racin Opps dem cant celebrate occasions Gangdem pullin up, all guns blazin Camе face-to-face with Satan, still now evеrything amazin In jail, I caught chicken in a laundry basin Now Im just shellin in Copenhagen Opps dont drill, they just want our reputation tainted When I spoke to that bitty and she called me Headie I swear down, I nearly fainted So I put all workers on rotation How was I famous and on probation? Ah, I was in jail when it was Ounto Nation Put the key in ignition, ignite If we aint go there, do it in a four-door truck, we just do it on bike Bro dabbed me in for the re, I just done the wrist work, I didnt even dry Ask the bitty if she got triple A for the digis, no, so I did it with the eye My past and the bujj is dark But I guess, now I can see the light My ex on my back Is it only cah Im in Off-White? Double R got neon lights I cant forget them SEAT Léon times Im doin one-twenty on the M, Im about to reach York, Dwight My past and the bujj is dark But I guess, now I can see the light My ex on my back Is it only cah Im in Off-White? Double R got neon lights I cant forget them SEAT Léon times Im doin one-twenty on the M, Im about to reach York, Dwight I told little bro, When you go around the fiends, still be polite Up north, the bandos letterbox settings, I didnt even need the line How much times did I nearly conk out at the scales and sleep the night? Then next mornin, I hear drug squads at the door, oh, its just about leavin time Stars in roofs, skys the limit, they didnt lie Star on a opp block, he heard that corn and he didnt die Trap so hard, couldnt leave the line, them man, they live a lie Was really in the field at night, headlights off, complete that glide Gunner like Ian Wright Same time trap out of me and mine I got on my knees and I prayed for a box, not one from Dillian Whyte Next thing, Im right on the wing like Willian And feds on my prince like William Life was a challenge way before cinnamon I think I just run through a million My past and the bujj is dark But I guess, now I can see the light My ex on my back Is it only cah Im in Off-White? Double R got neon lights I cant forget them SEAT Léon times Im doin one-twenty on the M, Im about to reach York, Dwight My past and the bujj is dark But I guess, now I can see the light My ex on my back Is it only cah Im in Off-White? Double R got neon lights I cant forget them SEAT Léon times Im doin one-twenty on the M, Im about to reach York, Dwight Embed

Swerve Lyrics Rymez Yo‚  ADP on this boy Don-Don-Don  too cold‚ I like clothes, he like zoots, he like Benz Always on road in the next mans ends Tryna catch a paigon slippin‚ just to hit him with a skeng and thats mad Cah  he got a good girl and she badder than bad Every  man wan beat, but she aint like that Face too pretty, but she got a little back But  the nigga aint ready for a Don like that Pull up‚ reverse, pull up, reverse, pull up, reverse, back it up Pull up, reverse, man, do up the curb All now when I see X5s, man swerve I  told shawty I dont trap, man rap But try, know I been a bad boy from birth She love jewels, she want shoes Thats gonna match that Prada purse When I was eighteen, I was in the dirt And now, I get a text from Sandra first Hop in my foreign and I swerve I always wanted to stuff my money, made me worse Heard you tryna find out what Im worth Every time pull out, I make sure that they feelings hurt I just put a bachelor condo on my wrist, yeah Cant live like this, gotta ride round with a stick, yeah Catch me lackin, shoot me in the head, I aint givin up shit, yeah On the road for ten years, mans aint take no diss, yeah She stylish and want a man thats stylish Walk with five in my jean, no Wyclef Show that show, thats lightwork Still, I cant get apply from Trident She wanna step and eat steak and lobster Im tryna make her cook steamed and fried fish She like sex and I like it too Still make her mind colorful Ion want my man on the road no more I dont wanna do M, fly O no more Come home and come show me that Who gonna answer when da fiends dem call? Whos gonna answer when da feds dem knock? Beatin down doors and you doin up spots I know feds on me cah I got two stripes, yeah Im scared if they hit it with a third, Im gone It loves me, I gotta love it back Course I do cause it brought me back I didnt trap, couldnt buy me a Gucci bag So I bought me a cube of crack Been in the trap for years So you know that the gang aint new to waps Still tryna juggle this trap and rap All of my fiends turn, facts Hop in my foreign and I swerve I always wanted to stuff my money, made me worse Heard you tryna find out what Im worth Every time pull out, I make sure that they feelings hurt I just put a bachelor condo on my wrist, yeah Cant live like this, gotta ride round with a stick, yeah Catch me lackin, shoot me in the head, I aint givin up shit, yeah On the road for ten years, mans aint take no diss, yeah 1Embed

Don’t Tell Lyrics Wow, ouais, yeah Sauce God, Sauce God, Sauce God Yeah Ça détaille, resell, et jai un sac devant lmotel Dis pas dblase dans lphone-tel , dont tell, no tell Le FN en cas dblèmes , Pull Up Gang, bordel Dis pas dblase dans lphone-tel , dont tell, dont tell Superior suit, hotel, bros got caught hope it goes well He got nicked doing coke deals Dont tell, don’t tell The FN has got no balls But the glizzy couldn’t come like a hoe so Chase cloutin wit it don’t go well Dont tell, dont tell Who the hell told fi to go make the bujj a hobby ? Her name ain’t Lucy but she nearly got killed by the Bobby Bae bae tryna do things properly Wanna fly, tek cocktails and cocky She better mind she don’t fall in love on an island they told me Kaz Crossley All the times I fucked up the re’ Took me half a BM, Connie Trap phone just wont flee, couldn’t attend two days of colly Weekend nightshade tryna get cosy, dressing gown and I’m in my roses Saw her change and she wished I noticed, call me Lil Mosey New ammunition gotta come with a sub machine sub machine Yo broskis going on a glide with two straps up no dungarees They don’t want beef But long time that’s a sunken ship no submarine Had a scorpion going out dirty but come in clean Ça détaille, resell, et jai un sac devant lmotel Dis pas dblase dans lphone-tel , dont tell, no tell Le FN en cas dblèmes , Pull Up Gang, bordel Dis pas dblase dans lphone-tel , dont tell, dont tell Superior suit, hotel, bros got caught hope it goes well He got nicked doing coke deals Dont tell, don’t tell The FN has got no balls But the glizzy couldn’t come like a hoe so Chase cloutin wit it don’t go well Dont tell, dont tell Jai le cœur plein dvenin comme scorpion, elle dort car cétait dla ppe-f Le gang est lazy, si elle fait sa dez, jla cut Bien sûr qujai de la peine quand un dnos reufs sfait shoot par un keuf Jfais une longue route depuis le bloc, jsuis devenu solide comme un roc La Skoda qui rode en balle, le four est grillé comme pas possible Ils sont présents quand y a à manger, mais devant ldanger, cest que des pussys Jai la chance davoir ma mère sinon jserais perdu dans cmonde de merde Avant dpouvoir louvrir, vaut mieux apprendre à staire Ça bédave que dla royal, jsuis pas un dces gars banals Y a quau gang qujsuis loyal , y a quau gang, qujsuis loyal Bédave que dla royal , jsuis pas un dces gars banals Y a quau gang qujsuis loyal , y a quau gang, qujsuis loyal Ça détaille, resell, et jai un sac devant lmotel Dis pas dblase dans lphone-tel , dont tell, no tell Le FN en cas dblèmes , Pull Up Gang, bordel Dis pas dblase dans lphone-tel , dont tell, dont tell Superior suit, hotel, bros got caught hope it goes well He got nicked doing coke deals Dont tell, don’t tell The FN has got no balls But the glizzy couldn’t come like a hoe so Chase cloutin wit it don’t go well Dont tell, dont tell S-s-s-suh3Embed

Match Day Lyrics Its Madara beats Mom, MoneyEverys makin beats again Hit the opp block late night and go huntin Im really tryna catch me a prey Cheff man down with a Rambo Dash that shit right back in the case All of these points I scored They should play my vids on Match of the Day All of these points I scored They should play my vids on Match of the Day Hit the opp block late night and go huntin Im really tryna catch me a prey Cheff man down with a Rambo Dash that shit right back in the case All of these points I scored They should play my vids on Match of the Day All of these points I scored They should play my vids on Match of the Day My young boys puts skengs on peds And spin round there on two wheels, no Segway Me, I just fly out the ride And I run down opps, cant forget about leg day Rambos, flickys, ZKs Protect your chest or its check mate Stain my plug if it aint got grub Put my hands on the food, no kenkey My man gave his life to the lord He must think that God can save him He aint worth the corn, Ill just shave him Skeng on the dance floor when I go ravin Me and this wap, thats true love Still tryna kill niggas like Ku Klux Dotty couldnt fit in my jeans Had to get it sawn off, had to get that boot cut Score these points like Match of the Day My knife work shouldve got highlights .44 spins like a DJ, might see me do it like Limelight Or Kenny and Snoochie Put skengs in the hoopty Me and my darg, you know what we do But I aint steppin with Scooby In the field Im official Dont need a black kit and a whistle Twin Rambos, got one on each side Me in the middle Or I keep skeng right under my coat Might see it poke out like a nipple And the way that I walk with a long stick You wouldve thought RV was a cripple Hit the opp block late night and go huntin Im really tryna catch me a prey Cheff man down with a Rambo Dash that shit right back in the case All of these points I scored They should play my vids on Match of the Day All of these points I scored They should play my vids on Match of the Day Hit the opp block late night and go huntin Im really tryna catch me a prey Cheff man down with a Rambo Dash that shit right back in the case All of these points I scored They should play my vids on Match of the Day All of these points I scored They should play my vids on Match of the Day Spill mans juice but this juice aint tropical I ching man right with my right, not Ian Who said this mission aint possible? I show man how to hunt, not Ethan All of this beef on my plate I forgot to tell em mans not vegan All of this smoke on the ride Its a hot box and this whip aint even got no heatin I had enough of this Leeds ting Always tryna tell man about threesomes I just want her to transport this mop Guess she dont wanna know nuttin bout cleanin Shh try cover his face and he still saw the skeng I guess he was peepin Top strikers in my Ultimate Team But this heres nuttin like FIFA In the field we play foul Two boots up, thats a two footed tackle I couldnt care about Lineker or Jenas It should be me and Rev on the panel How many times did we score? Excellent finish, shouldve seen the net, it just rattled Shh done-done out shh, fished him Shouldve seen his neck, it just splattered Scored so much points from back in the day We gotta come first on Match of the Day All we did was attack like Robben and Drogba We didnt need no Makélélé How many risks did we take looking at it? Stuff six in a cannon and pray Shh held that back hand grip from my blade He got put on a stretcher and carried away Hit the opp block late night and go huntin Im really tryna catch me a prey Cheff man down with a Rambo Dash that shit right back in the case All of these points I scored They should play my vids on Match of the Day All of these points I scored They should play my vids on Match of the Day Hit the opp block late night and go huntin Im really tryna catch me a prey Cheff man down with a Rambo Dash that shit right back in the case All of these points I scored They should play my vids on Match of the Day All of these points I scored They should play my vids on Match of the Day3Embed

Warzone Lyrics Turn Got this shotgun, and got it sawn-off The nostrils long, so we gave it a nose job Twenty-four hours, I aint had no sleep I got PTSD, I cant see myself fall off Who done all them drills that the opp boys talk of? We play foul, so the ref took the ball off Bro said Focus on makin bread But we always end up with toasters You know what I do to the smoky Treat that WD40 like baby Johnsons Bought a baby nine for the tour bus And a G17 for the nonsense North London is a war zone Ask my broski shh Whos gonna go get the dinger from Toxteth? Its meant to be uptown funk, Mark Ronson I aint here for the nonsense Whos on mе? Im on them G-lock holds sixteen, I can spit this verse, lеave sixteen on them My thumbs so numb from the reload, one-thirty kilos Buy my weight when I go grab reloads In the hood, Im an icon, Figo Louis V in the trenches, fedora, and a pea coat Two Gs on my off day, Im Gucci, thats the G code Pocket rocket came Lil, thats Baby, thats Pino If you want that cosign, need your mums address, fuck a depo I was in my front room with the nina Yola, turn a pop city to a corner sofa Granddaddy hat and a Motorola But its meant to be 017 Seventeen years of age in Feltham, I aint ever go Wetherby Yo, course I fell in love with the T, produce some notes, remedy Put my wrist in liquid nitrogen Blow trees like Fuck the environment In the crop house, bring in Chinaman My old friends have no entitlement Fake love to me is frightenin They wonder why theres violence Made a mill from jumpin on mics again Countin up is gettin tirin And I dont need to ride again, pray five again Let the squad get firin, let the big ting rise again They dont worry bout sirens And Im wanted by Trident Cause my man got hit with the star But he thought it wasnt written in the stars like Tinie We cant put our works up on IG Ive got one million opps But this money make it hard to find me I cant believe all this envy and jealousy cause so much rivalry Why you think I dont stop at the lights? Cah Im feelin like Biggie Smalls in the 90s, 90s baby Noughties made me, trap house crazy, this shit made me They envy, they dont wanna see me win Its a shame cause they all couldve been legit Free the guys on the wing, for real, for real Couldve been me, for real, for real Jump on the stage and its all surreal Came from the bando, for real, for real Cartier bangles, for real, for real Cartier bangles, for real, for real My pockets expanded, for real, for real Ive really seen it get real Bro left his prints on the handle, for real, for real We try make it balance, for real, for real Some for the cause, some for the thrill We went to war, no time to heal So we aint got handled, for real, for real Put my wrist in liquid nitrogen Blow trees, like Fuck the environment In the crop house, bring in Chinaman My old friends have no entitlement Fake love to me is frightenin They wonder why theres violence Made a mill from jumpin on mics again Countin up is gettin tirin And I dont need to ride again, pay five again Let the squad get firin, let the big ting rise again They dont worry bout sirens And Im wanted by Trident Cause my man got hit with the star But he thought it wasnt written in the stars like Tinie We cant put our works up on IG1Embed

Mad Max Lyrics OFB to the world Man violate get dead within a sec yeah? Bullet bullet Bullet bullet You tek man fi fool You tek man fi idiat stah Dont make me rise up MAC And get round der in a 4 door car Dem boy der not ready fi war Man have sweets fi di Star Man bruck arff the firing pin Den go and catch a flight, go straight to my yard Dem boy der not ready fi war You tek man fi fool You tek man fi idiat stah Dont make me rise up Max And get round der in a 4 door car Dem boy der not ready fi war Man have sweets fi di Star Man bruck arff the firing pin Den go and catch a flight, go straight to my yard Dem boy der not ready fi war Bando habits Trap phone addict On sight live on the mains Then I ghost in the back roads trapping .44 long, thats new Better pray that man dont grab it 12-inch blade in your chest Thatll make that rambo vanish Doing up road with my GG Put a full tank at the BP Trust me trapping aint easy Just red up on its TT Double tap on that trigger Opps boys dont wanna see me Cause you know what this button does Dont ask questions like DeeDee Pigs had me locked in the chamber And Estelles tryna do me like Dwayne Im in the jail house flipping this crate Im on basic dishing this weight Pray to the Lord that Im beating this case Think youre not putting more chips on this plate Thats me in the servery fisting his face All of my opps are shambles They dont wanna see the skeng get strangled When we grab this rambo Thats copper and steel no Bangles And its not for my wrist or ankles Im free and thankful 90 on the M for the re Got the dark way before the light like a candle, one You tek man fi fool You tek man fi idiat stah Dont make me rise up Max And get round der in a 4 door car Dem boy der not ready fi war Man have sweets fi di Star Man bruck arff the firing pin Den go and catch a flight go straight to my yard Dem boy der not ready fi war You tek man fi fool You tek man fi idiat stah Dont make me rise up Max And get round der in a 4 door car Dem boy der not ready fi war Man have sweets fi di Star Man bruck arff the firing pin Den go and catch a flight go straight to my yard Dem boy der not ready fi war Dem man must take us for eediat Aint only at night when we rise up Stars Man pull up man pull up with Mad Max Think its a race, where the neeks all gone? Man bruck arff the firing pin from a 1-2 whiz Then its straight to the farm Got a jiggle back ting in the niz Told her after the pleasure then you gotta go yard Word Im most hated in North But we got things on things yeah of course Niggas keep chatting bare wass But the Os, till my bruddas creep up And a nigga get bored Im a farm block G blud I aint no bopper How many times have we pulled up on oppers? Knife work specialist do man proper Countless man about nurses and doctors Whats your life like? Cos mines dangerous You cant cross the line from my circle Youll get shot within ranges Make a man dash in the abs I still pushing packs of the flavours Ill chef man up with my stainless Push it in and no favours Get man down Cut him up down to the T like hes tailored YG just done a drill I just might buy him some trainers The opps dem local I just might tape off neighbours OFB shush with the broom Lift man out of their trainers You tek man fi fool You tek man fi idiat stah Dont make me rise up Max And get round der in a 4 door car Dem boy der not ready fi war Man have sweets fi di Star Man bruck arff the firing pin Den go and catch a flight go straight to my yard Dem boy der not ready fi war You tek man fi fool You tek man fi idiat stah Dont make me rise up Max And get round der in a 4 door car Dem boy der not ready fi war Man have sweets fi di Star Man bruck arff the firing pin Den go and catch a flight go straight to my yard Dem boy der not ready fi war1Embed

All Day Lyrics M1OnTheBeat M1OnTheBeat Been sat in the T-house all day If not Im in the ends tryna catch me A headshot, and I call that a North Face Ive been going on tour Way before I woulda sold that old dates I was in my cell, no calendar Ive been tryna keep track of my court dates Now this bad b come to the Nizz Give brains, no foreplay, all day, all day I was in a Trizz Tryna find out how to whip up cocaine, all day, all day I spent a rack on my steppers I might go and spend the same on shawty When we uptown eating lobster We have come a long way from Ko-Lee Free Vel, free Vel, thats my co-de, co-de, co-de Still screaming free Daz as well He came out on fuckrey, so they gave him more days But hes soon home, no stress Both OT and rap I dont really know nuttin else VVS on me, no my neck frozen It come in like it covered in sorbet All these bad B loves diamonds, make her turn naughty, naughty, naughty And all the mandem love headies when I let it off broad day, broad day, broad day Still spend this prof on a .40, I hit the trap relentless like Sony I can get you Os for the low and I dont mean the city in Norway ‪I really took bus to school, now I can get a buss down Roley And I dont need public transport just to go buss down Sloane Street This quarter chicken aint a munch from Morleys Take that chicken to the gym, no protein Now all I do is count this money, thats all day, all day Been sat in the T-house all day If nuttin Im in the ends tryna catch me A headshot, and I call that a North Face Ive been going on tour Way before I woulda sold that old dates I was in my cell, no calendar Ive been tryna keep track of my court dates Now this bad b come to the Nizz Give brains, no foreplay, all day, all day I was in a Trizz Tryna find out how to whip up cocaine, all day, all day I spent a rack on my steppers I might go and spend the same on shawty When we uptown eating lobster We have come a long way from Ko-Lee Dem man there for the out ere flexin, tryna show off for groupies Me, I just back that skeng and burn him, mad that boy, boy cop Gucci Old school was Forreduci Now just Dolce all day Fiends called saying they love the rock but this aint no song from Coldplay Ima get this money all day Thats what the broke days taught me Feds tryna nail like Sary Yeah, yeah, I aint talking Tory Im cuttin through west, Kanye Ima spend all of this money Make these bad Bs wanna come Nizz, NGolo Kanté Turn, ayy They told me turn They told me turn, ayy Told me turn Turn, turn, turn, turn, turn, turn Been sat in the T-house all day If nuttin Im in the ends tryna catch me A headshot, and I call that a North Face Ive been going on tour Way before I woulda sold that old dates I was in my cell, no calendar Ive been tryna keep track of my court dates Now this bad b come to the Nizz Give brains, no foreplay, all day, all day I was in a Trizz Tryna find out how to whip up cocaine, all day, all day I spent a rack on my steppers I might go and spend the same on shawty When we uptown eating lobster We have come a long way from Ko-Lee1Embed

Wandsworth to Bullingdon Lyrics Nah, dont talk about prison, my niggas are full of them Ill get you done up from Wandsworth to Bullingdon I got some niggas on basic for bullying He didnt see who stabbed him up, I hoodied him No, I dont half-step, thats cause Im fully in Jail after jail had me feelin I couldnt win Now I might roll up on you in a Cullinan Dont like the opps when my lungs— No roller, were taking the ped Roll out, now a paigon all dead They aint come back, theyre ravin instead The opps must be in heaven shakin their head And I come from a place it aint safe to be fed Where they try sell it, then take it instead Youre cuffin them hoes, youre making arrests She givin me blows, she takin a risk You know me, I just keep it humble This summers cost me rondos Real trap boy, I was on phone to Nosmonso Yo, I was distributin balls like Alonso I cant believe Im talkin millions in these convos Three car convoys fly like a Concorde I cant see through these shades, they Tom Ford I used to feed the seagulls in Portland Had a grey don shell Vs like Jonjo Nah, dont talk about prison, my niggas are full of them Ill get you done up from Wandsworth to Bullingdon I got some niggas on basic for bullying He didnt see who stabbed him up, I hoodied him No, I dont half-step, thats cause Im fully in Jail after jail had me feelin I couldnt win Now I might roll up on you in a Cullinan Dont like the opps when my lungs are still full of them Nah, dont talk about prison, my niggas are full of them Ill get you done up from Wandsworth to Bullingdon I got some niggas on basic for bullying He didnt see who stabbed him up, I hoodied him No, I dont half-step, thats cause Im fully in Jail after jail had me feelin I couldnt win Now I might roll up on you in a Cullinan Dont like the opps when my lungs are still full of them Gave him a one, but he wanted a quarter New watch clear like a bottle of water I got a spa in the building, so when the gang drillin, they pop in my sauna Four and a babys a popular order Paid for the four, I might drop you the daughter Slice up the opps, I get lots of them tortured Then flew past some opps, I got lots of them awkward Thameside visit or I bring the dully in To sawn-off shotguns filled up with Duracells We catch the opps and then thats a news bulletin Ever turned your white Air Force into Louboutins? My batch old school, them niggas new to this She told me she love how my Cuban sit The games get faster and furious This shit got me feeling like Ludacris Nah, dont talk about prison, my niggas are full of them Ill get you done up from Wandsworth to Bullingdon I got some niggas on basic for bullying He didnt see who stabbed him up, I hoodied him No, I dont half-step, thats cause Im fully in Jail after jail had me feelin I couldnt win Now I might roll up on you in a Cullinan Dont like the opps when my lungs are still full of them Nah, dont talk about prison, my niggas are full of them Ill get you done up from Wandsworth to Bullingdon I got some niggas on basic for bullying He didnt see who stabbed him up, I hoodied him No, I dont half-step, thats cause Im fully in Jail after jail had me feelin I couldnt win Now I might roll up on you in a Cullinan Dont like the opps when my lungs are still full of them4Embed

War Lyrics Boom bow OFB to the world and back War this, get shot Fight, blud Paigon bad boy Anywhere them stunt, yeah Remember me done shell em Grrr Shellings Bow bow bow A war dem ah want, then a war dem ah get Man crash corn, man cheff Dem ready know we the best Dey alla pon deaf with the spesh 3.2, 2.5 Rise up the 125 Suttin gon go dead up tonight You ever seen a bulldog bite? Nah A war dem ah want, then a war dem ah get Man crash corn, man cheff Dem ready know we the best Dey alla pon deaf with the spesh 3.2, 2.5 Rise up the 125 Suttin gon go dead up tonight You ever seen a bulldog bite? Look Dem guy just giving out verb Just wait til you see me in the physical See these niggas they know me They never the OG, I aint the typical You see man pop out the blue Yeah this beef might get unpredictable And the feds wanna know bout the case Tryna show my face on the minimal And Im grindin Cos I aint tryna live in a state thats pitiful I was outside doin madness, badness He was in the yard all kickin ball If you fuck with the Ramsey in this hand You best make sure you dont trip and fall You best make sure you dont trip and fall Im still tryna hold back my smile Every time I fold back a twenty I was on basic, no telly Now Im putting in this work for the ready Me and Nat doin natting in the hood Thats bro, like Micken or Melly I chinged that opp, and Im still tryna ching him when I chinged him already If I stack these 4s, Im expectin that headie Or I can have two hands wrapped round the all star comin like Im stranglin Kenny Get round there in a bucked down Vauxhall filled to the brim with petty 28 days in the T and you aint even home, like #heavy A war dem ah want, then a war dem ah get Man crash corn, man cheff Dem ready know we the best Dey alla pon deaf with the spesh 3.2, 2.5 Rise up the 125 Suttin gon go dead up tonight You ever seen a bulldog bite? Nah A war dem ah want, then a war dem ah get Man crash corn, man cheff Dem ready know we the best Dey alla pon deaf with the spesh 3.2, 2.5 Rise up the 125 Suttin gon go dead up tonight You ever seen a bulldog bite? A war dem a want then its war theyre gettin Man crash corn, man cheff him Two hit to the arse then back to the Nizz with the .125 all revvin Everyone say theyre on violence Bulldog barks when the OFB steppin Me and bro One in the ride Thats touching vests, unlimited shellings Me and H havin many convos, #CantMixPleasureWithBiz Bad B come to the Nizz for D but she cant get nuttin but the dick If Kush doin 6s on the 20 road you better know he got things on things Hooded up, black to the rims Everyone runs, whos that prince? Making progress to the mostest importance So I keep my profit in check Run up to my young G, bank it Aint talkin no pay slips, I aint takin no cheques I was with Kash Me and Kash lurky from way back You was curled up in your bed Took an L last week But I done made it back 3 time Kick back, in the jugg, holdin meds I aint smackin no bredrin Ever seen a bulldog bite? Have you ever seen a bulldog bark? Man dont tark, man just breathe Man dont lack, always got it with me Heard youre on vokes, heard youre on beef All sounds good, what you done in the streets? All he took a 6 4 fifth Nah he was a next 6, so I knifed him 3 for 20 A war dem ah want, then a war dem ah get Man crash corn, man cheff Dem ready know we the best Dey alla pon deaf with the spesh 3.2, 2.5 Rise up the 125 Suttin gon go dead up tonight You ever seen a bulldog bite? Nah A war dem ah want, then a war dem ah get Man crash corn, man cheff Dem ready know we the best Dey alla pon deaf with the spesh 3.2, 2.5 Rise up the 125 Suttin gon go dead up tonight You ever seen a bulldog bite?Embed

ARRIVED Lyrics Im gonna be dreaming Dance for me, baby Im gonna be dreaming Dance for me, baby Im gonna be dreaming Dance for me, baby Im gonna be dreaming Dance for me, baby Bin heut ruhig, trag mein Gold, denn sie kennn mich jetzt, ja Papa stolz, bin dankbar, denn ich glaub an Gott, ja Seele tot, es ist schwer, Devil in meim Ohr, ja Der Schmerz sitzt tief, noch ein Glas und ich flieg fort, ja Demons in meim Kopf trotz Prada-Shorts, ja Stimmen, die ich hör, wann hört es auf? Ja Ständig wach, diе Nacht kommt, Bro, ich lauf, ja Weg vor mir selbst, guck, alles grau, ja Bro, Bro, wo blеibt der Sinn? Ja Will wieder in den Film, wo ich war als Kind Bro, sag, wo bleibt der Sinn? Ja Tauis im Bag, doch um mich alles still Dance for me, baby Im gonna be dreaming Dance for me, baby Im gonna be dreaming Dance for me, baby We blow up your phone Dance til you die We blow up your phone Dance til you die Yeah, sharks in the hood, no Bathing Ape Im in Tate with a taper fade See Jess, its a three liter engine I told my bredrin, Take that Chase All the times that I flew from home Why? I werent tryna take that raid Im still free to say, Amazing Grace All this gold got me feelin like Flavor Flav Im feelin like Flavor Flav , but used to be on a workers wage Now I might need a quarter million English just to work that stage And I still dont do it for the Met, you know the Broadwater way Leave that to them opp boys, theyre just vexed, they get burnt like sage I made the trenches lit, everyone from my strip Im protective with This money get spent on sticks, they say get it how you live Them opp boys need 8-ball on connie, me an Frog gonna do man, spent a brick Were so verified, we the ones giving out blue ticks Dance for me, baby Im gonna be dreaming Dance for me, baby Im gonna be dreaming Dance for me, baby We blow up your phone Dance til you die We blow up your phone Dance til you die You wanna go, you wanna go You wanna go, you wanna go Dance til you die Im gonna be dreaming Dance for me, baby Im gonna be dreaming Dance for me, baby We blow up your phone Dance til you die Embed

Beggars Can’t Be Choosers Lyrics Turn, turn, yo Got yutes that I loved, that I cant be cool with Yutes I gotta lick down, that I went school with Had to ching someone I was on the wing with Mask off like Future How me and him got beef now? We sat down and ate Ko-Lee noodles Sawn-off shotgun, I risked it all with Beggars cant be choosers Yutes that I loved, that I cant be cool with Yutes I gotta lick down that I went school with Had to ching someone I was on the wing with My mask off like Future How me and him got beef now? We sat down and ate Cauli noodles Sawed shotgun, I risked it all with Beggars cant be choosers Kash got eight for a pocket rocket He did somethin foolish He was playin with a hand ting With his bare hands like Rupert Vel shaved suttin upsuh Broski forgot about camera footage Now, we gotta link up with rugs on minimum I couldve had seven on my back just like a right winger I dont wanna lie to her, wanna lie with her She know, but she dont like Bryson Tiller She ask why I invest in smoke Why? Cah I self care like Mac Miller They said they got smoke, but I know mines bigger Two G 17, now, Im down five figures Burnt unlimited dingers But now out in the field, I done played them fixtures Pussio shoot, no, you aint no driller Newborn baby can pull that trigger I was in the Trizzy Five hundred grams in gym and no gymnasium Went from magic to the mic, Channing Tatum Got yutes that I loved, that I cant be cool with Yutes I gotta lick down, that I went school with Had to ching someone I was on the wing with Mask off like Future How me and him got beef now? We sat down and ate Ko-Lee noodles Sawn-off shotgun, I risked it all with Beggars cant be choosers Yutes that I loved, that I cant be cool with Yutes I gotta lick down that I went school with Had to ching someone I was on the wing with My mask off like Future How me and him got beef now? We sat down and ate Ko-Lee noodles Sawn-off shotgun, I risked it all with Beggars cant be choosers They say beggars cant be choosers Winners cant be losers How many time did I lose my freedom? Where the opps at? It cant be in a movement Another heart stop, it cant be bootin It just cant be another shootin Three hundred English pounds to spare Might buy me a house in Luton And when I make five million English pounds Then Ima sign up for uni Got hung jury in front of the judge Not Judy, her children love my music She said Dont do it again like Pia Mia Bro wanna make this strip hot like Congo With a PR, not DR Ever had the jakes pissed, they couldnt find that nina? Bad B wanna get rid of my clothes, I think she is a keeper Got this ting from Uxbridge, one from Dulwich, I can phone up either She love the AP, but I come with a chandelier like Sia Got yutes that I loved, that I cant be cool with Yutes I gotta lick down, that I went school with Had to ching someone I was on the wing with Mask off like Future How me and him got beef now? We sat down and ate Ko-Lee noodles Sawn-off shotgun, I risked it all with Beggars cant be choosers Yutes that I loved, that I cant be cool with Yutes I gotta lick down that I went school with Had to ching someone I was on the wing with My mask off like Future How me and him got beef now? We sat down and ate Ko-Lee noodles Sawed shotgun, I risked it all with Beggars cant be choosers 2Embed

Breathing Lyrics Ive been through dark times, Ive had some dark thoughts I guess were just some niggas with some fuckin dark hearts Look into my eyes and you can see my soul leavin Nigga, I aint livin, Im just fuckin breathin I been through dark times, Ive had some dark thoughts I guess were just some niggas with some fuckin dark hearts Look into my eyes and you can see my soul leavin Nigga, I aint livin, Im just fuckin breathin Been through dark times, Ive had some dark thoughts Just some niggas with some fuckin dark hearts Look into my eyes and you can see my soul leavin Turn, turn, turn, yo Boogie was the first one his age to go grip it Sanje been in jail for three years, aint had a visit SJ went through his whole trial and kept it trillest But when its time for sentencing, they claimin that he snitchin I guess theyll do anything to numb down the litness Whats to expect out here when your whole team winnin? Were just drillers tryna make a different way of livin Them niggas dissin, butll kill to be in this position This life that we livin, you can make the wrong decision Then have to spend longer than you live, stuck in prison Them letters to your brodie tellin stories, reminiscin You get the wrong ship out, they might lose you to the system Everything that my Pops once told me, I shouldve listened Was a little nigga thinkin I could trust my intuition Them sentences for rapists and them dealers should be different I guess that depends on what the colour of your skin is Ever sat back in the dock and felt that pain from all your peoples? You think we like bein round them crack pipes and them needles? Starin at this dirty money all the fiends will give you Thinkin, Either me or them, this money payin for my dinner, One Look into my eyes and you can see my soul leavin Nigga, I aint livin, Im just fuckin breathin Im tryna right my wrongs The life so short, sometimes Im feelin like this life is long Shorty convinced that I dont like my home , she say it smell like my cologne Still clear a thirty in my city, catch a flight, Im gone Sharings carin but some things I want is mine alone Because when the feds came, I done that time alone Give them a glimpse of my thoughts, they said its, Hopeful thinking Thoughts turn to things, now they know what I was thinkin I was in custody , still was in love with me I bought myself roses , yeah, thats double digits I cant trust a woman when you know youre nothin to them Now the roof down on the tunnel, we got tunnel vision2Embed

Opp Diddy Bop Lyrics Yo Itchy, is that how youre goin on yeah? You know, you know Uh, uh Yo Xin zhaos in my jacket Dont let me back it Splash top, leave it dramatic Ding-dong 4 door automatic Live-O corn hop out no rabbit Officer buying smoke is a habit Grab it, do it in style dont brag it Junbug too bumba heratic Real bad boy OFB top bandit Ttrap like 007 Bro too loose, he tried whoosh off his melon I love how she sucks on my bellend Bare slop tops, feels like Im in heaven Ay babe Im a hazard like Eden Why’d you think I got kicked out year 11 School days had a flicky in lesson Uh I couldve got done for possession Yo, every little helps like Tesco So mе too I still roll with my chinger, spinner 125 or a dinger fillеd with J like Springer My south ting come way too inner She wanna know if gang done got down a Sinner Cool kid, bad man Im a winner I heard shawty wanna have me for dinner Yo, opp block diddy bop Dance with smoke no we dont milly rock Thing in the pot due to make it all lock T love trap he dont run out of stock My bae-bae thinks Ive lost the plot Cah Im in uh uh tryna get a boy shot No we cant go gauchos Sorry for getting my face too hot Opp block diddy bop Dance with smoke no we dont milly rock Thing in the pot due to make it all lock T love trap he dont run out of stock My bae-bae thinks Ive lost the plot Cah Im in uh uh tryna get a boy shot No we cant go gauchos Sorry for getting my face too hot Opp block diddy, gyal want willy Shawty got a bussdown kitty Drillers, trappers and rappers you dig me? Old school they was in their pampers I was up south with tiddy ask tiddy All of them opp boys actors Run man down in my bruck down canvas DK wouldve done it with the fist Wouldve done it with a flicks Wouldve done it with a cutlas He wouldve done it with a 442, thats tactics Everyone twinning in tunes Had really have to twin that rambizz And hope that they both go through Come like a through ball from Carrick Bro didnt rise that hand-ting Left mans huncho battered Heard that they on some gang ting Till they buck their assassins Ding dong patterned gang scores points Then spin that atlas Still spin that pyrex bowl Its not just gel when fish gets splattered Yo, opp block diddy bop Dance with smoke no we dont milly rock Thing in the pot due to make it all lock T love trap he dont run out of stock My bae-bae thinks Ive lost the plot Cah Im in uh uh tryna get a boy shot No we cant go gauchos Sorry for getting my face too hot Opp block diddy bop Dance with smoke no we dont milly rock Thing in the pot due to make it all lock T love trap he dont run out of stock My bae-bae thinks Ive lost the plot Cah Im in uh uh tryna get a boy shot No we cant go gauchos Sorry for getting my face too hotEmbed

21 Gun Salute Lyrics Flip, flip Flip, yo Off the roof, twenty-one gun salute I love the truth cause it make them uncomfortable My lifestyles wonderful My future is colourful Why they so miserable? They come like Miss Trunchbull Bro stepped out with a Glock 19, I feel untouchable Bad B talk like she wanna be wifey, I cant put my trust in you My blessings still comes in two My presence fill up the room They think I do, ooh-ooh, call me Professor Dumbledore Call me Lord Voldemort Call me Ron Weasley I thought trappin was easy until the feds wanna put me on B wing They tried tell me category one or two, no, it weren’t no category three ting Same day I got my sentence, I still went and sent a pack to C wing Shorty said she wouldnt leave me but I soon heard, Im done with you She said, Ill still keep in touch with you And, I still have love for you And, if you have love for me, why would you let them put cuffs on you? How can I put my trust in you? How many times did the gang dem scream Free me? Police just dont wanna leave me Told bro Ill blow and he didnt believe me, he used to throw away my CDs Top floor flip, you ever heard the beenies? They fall in love when they see me Might give it up if she tease me She rub it all like a genie Off the roof, twenty-one gun salute I love the truth cause it make them uncomfortable My lifestyles wonderful My future is colourful Why they so miserable? They come like Miss Trunchbull Bro stepped out with a Glock 19, I feel untouchable Bad B talk like she wanna be wifey, I cant put my trust in you My blessings still comes in two My presence fill up the room They think I do, ooh-ooh, call me Professor Dumbledore On the move, he burnin my dough on the spoon Up and shoot, then, brodie, get back in the coupe I just shut down the Malis and Scousers Im back in the bando, I barricade doors My nigga, my story is real, they can vouch for me, I know you fabricate yours Three in the mornin, they got me in custody talkin to constables A trap house went up in flames on the mains and they said Im responsible Im not the nigga you saw , Im not the nigga you thought I bought my bitch a new bag, I made it back already, Im comfortable You niggas know LB my twin and most of you niggas our nephews, our kids Im sendin you rats to the hood and Im bringin my niggas to live in the sticks Half a billion streams, independent, most niggas aint done what we did We done turned down five mill deals, let me talk my shit, Im young and Im rich Off the roof, twenty-one gun salute I love the truth cause it make them uncomfortable My lifestyles wonderful My future is colourful Why they so miserable? They come like Miss Trunchbull Bro stepped out with a Glock 19, I feel untouchable Bad B talk like she wanna be wifey, I cant put my trust in you My blessings still comes in two My presence fill up the room They think I do, ooh-ooh, call me Professor Dumbledore 2Embed

No Convo Lyrics I got love for my bros no homo, lick suttin down for D thats normal Me and bro do 90 on the M-way, were scatting it solo All of these 3.5s in the PM, bagged up looking like Rolos Now I got the buj pack looking like me, when I come out of jail its bolo Did these pigs really give Zee 3, Ive gotta go send this postal Got my young boys upsuh for a week, cah I love it when this count gets totalled I been putting in work from old school, and I still gotta laugh with bro bro Ching man down on a Saturday and Sunday and still feel soulful These opps tryna get me down thats hopeful Olympic ting like a trophy, I rise it like Abz when he rise that MOBO This pack I gotta dice it today, cant dice it tomorrow This bad b didnt wanna know, now she wanna follow Opp boys think they start rapping, till I start pull up at Giggs no hollow Leave them man there all in sorrow 45 big and packed like Solo These bells aint little like Jojo, I got rambos twinning Truss I aint inna no convo Truss I aint inna no convo No we aint inna no convo, man just grab them things and go If you ever see me with it Ill slap it, I dont carry them things for show I can take that block off one up, or do it with bro they know From semi-pro to pro, my teams been scoring goals How much times did we grab those gloves and hoodie and boots and go play footie? Squeeze both hands in my latex, these gloves aint woolly I aint ever paused on a drill, hes thinking should he not or should he Me I just press and fill him, cah my hearts in fully Me I just press and fill him, cah my hearts in fully Think you look fly in Bape, Ill burn that hoody Then burn my one too, I aint tryna leave Trident clues Work that dot so simple, slap it and slide in 2 Them man try ride and lose, stupid fools they aint riding right Moretime the gang move like some hookers, they probably just ride all night Bro got the mop no JD bag, I dont think you can hide this pipe Sundown shouldve brought a sundown, opps them know what were like at night Gotta chop this 9, cah you know what my Lycas like Dirty coming in sandy and theyre saying that they like the light Cook it myself, them man still buying rock Smile on my face when Im sitting in the T, just looking at piles of soft Them man just rap no meaning, they just make childish songs I aint gotta prove that theres waps on deck, cah the pigs done raids and they found a lot 6 waps gone, I cant lie its peak But were still pulling up no messing, jump out kweff him 2 waps deep No we aint inna no convo, man just grab them things and go If you ever see me with it Ill slap it, I dont carry them things for show I can take that block off one up, or do it with bro they know From semi-pro to pro, my teams been scoring goals How much times did we grab those gloves and hoodie and boots and go play footie? Squeeze both hands in my latex, these gloves aint woolly I aint ever paused on a drill, hes thinking should he not or should he Me I just press and fill him, cah my hearts in fully No we aint inna no convo, man just grab them things and go I can take that block off one up, or do it with bro they know How many times did we grab those gloves and hoodie and boots and go play footie? I aint ever paused on a drill, hes thinking should he not or should he Me I just press and fill him, cah my hearts in fully1Embed

How Many Lyrics How many trips have I took? How many man got jooked? On the other side shit got messy So much blood that I cant even look How many years have I jugged? How many grams got pushed? Phone my plug for some bujj Yo I need 2 packs like Suge I need a whole one fat like Biggie Control the ting like Diddy Feds want me sacked for conspiracy It come like who killed pac and Biggie? How many times man swooshed on the mains? Whilst its busy and still I got busy My bro does bootings fizzy He gotta tell his own friends move like Grizzy All I know is drill and trap Swear down my life seems boring M-way trips Im touring Got bands but Im tryna get more in How many times my line gonna ring and the nitties them stop me from snoring Droptops in the summer Out here hitting the soles with the porin Grind hard in the rain, how many man got chased? How many times have I gone round there? Done dirt had to go home and change Scored so many points, shit, I think I lost count Weighing up war and points 28 grams had to break the whole ounce Drop drugs on my workers, how many grams did we purchase? Big macs, no burgers Orginal like werthers How many man got splashed? Opps know that my knife stays squirters Man slaughter in the case Ill catch Ill get man down on purpose Knife game vigorous How many times have me and Headz got round there that shit is ridiculous? They see us and run Cant come close to the heat like Icarus How many times have my bros been jail? Long time Fed tryna get rid of us Sho How many trips have I took? How many man got jooked? On the other side shit got messy So much blood that I cant even look How many years have I jugged? How many grams got pushed? Phone my plug for some budge Yo I need 2 packs like Suge I need a whole one fat like Biggie Control the ting like Diddy Feds want me sacked for conspiracy It come like who killed 2pac and Biggie? How many times man swooshed on the mains? Whilst its busy and still I got busy My bro does bootings fizzy He gotta tell his own friends move like Grizzy I got my enemies on the road hiding Im on the wing hiding my tizzy How many times man sleep 9 bar on the skeng in my crib? My lifestyles risky Only God knows how many times I went no comment for swooshing and chinging Opps cant put their hand on H and get round there without thinking Dey done a whole load of snitching Dey done a whole load of sprinting How many times did man post an induction? I went through a whole load of shipping I was doing up prison I touched road and went through a whole load of women Went through a whole load of losses Watch me get a whole load of winnings They think I do juju I done that ting bait and I got NFA I watch my cellmate do dudu It was half a box I dont need MMA That shit we doing today, the same shit we did yesterday All my niggas do jug-jug I got this hustle in my DNA How many trips have i took? How many man got jooked? On the other side shit got messy So much blood that I cant even look How many years have I jugged? How many grams got pushed? Phone my plug for some budge Yo I need 2 packs like Suge I need a whole one fat like Biggie Control the ting like Diddy Feds want me sacked for conspiracy It come like who killed 2pac and Biggie? How many times man swooshed on the mains Whilst its busy and still I got busy My bro does bootings fizzy Whe gotta tell his own friends move like GrizzyEmbed

Secure the Bag Lyrics Fix me a drink, smoke me a spliff, Im clarting this bitch, she right on the sink She cant even blink, I cant even think, the pussy turn red, straight from the pain Shes all up in Mink, I can channel her, shes know that I came with the binge Free up the wing, Im kicking these doors, straight off the hinge Im clearing this line, Im weighing this line, these nittys and Headie were doing up binge Country time, money time, I told her to stuff it all into her minge False charge of rape, jump in the ding, get caught by the jakes I aint tryna sing Feds in the rear view, you know that Im just tryna zig Secure the bag now, secure the bag Get you some cash now, get you some cash And you know that Im match fit, you tryna match And that chains looking bright ish, my dargs here to snatch Secure the bag now, secure the bag Get you some cash now, get you some cash And you know that Im match fit, you tryna match And that chains looking bright ish, my dargs here to snatch Im tryna make sure this bag secure 1 lev on a trackie, still make dem man insecure All these run ins with the law, still I take risks with a 4s Rise that one with my right, I keep my left hand there for support All of this corn, still I want more Now the whole gang, ready for war Fuck just a slice, I want it all Cant get left back, I aint Luke Shaw Nigga just defend whats yours You aint ever had to bag that work no gloves, now you got joints in your paws Secure the bag now, secure the bag Get you some cash now, get you some cash And you know that Im match fit, you tryna match And that chains looking bright ish, my dargs here to snatch Secure the bag now, secure the bag Get you some cash now, get you some cash And you know that Im match fit, you tryna match And that chains looking bright ish, my dargs here to snatch I come from them old days, bought tapes to the VCR Now I get packs, same size as the VCR Used to rob watches from rich jiggas in GTRs I dont care if you dont know who the fuck we are Cos thats the whole point man I stay low and I score goals Get pack, discharge, packaging that I discard Straight Liz, cos Im street smart Theres no competition, bruddas need some cooperation I dont need your permission, bagging some amm in the kitchen Thinking of God when Im sinning Young boy with 2 rambos, yeah and they are just twinning Angry at all of these losses, while I be counting my winnings See all the snakes in the grass, you know from young I be trimming Secure the bag now, secure the bag Get you some cash now, get you some cash And you know that Im match fit, you tryna match And that chains looking bright ish, my dargs here to snatch Rose behind the blue door You didnt the secure the pack, crazy shit to secure a rack Now its that, that Im used to Im tryna make sorry Top floor settings, we pour a glass We pour a glass now, we pour a glass We pour a glass now, we pour a glass We pour a glass now, we pour a glass We pour a glassEmbed

Ain’t It Different Lyrics Suh, suh, s-s-s-suh Aint it different? I link my ting in LA But I cant fly to the States cah I got too much convictions Apparently all I talk is prison, but I dont know no different Cah I was in jail up north, runnin another coalition Fresh home, I bought coke and whipped it I put some roses where my wrist is You aint ever made a birthday cake from Digestive biscuits Will have to take lemon juice to a piss test Every day I look up to the Lord, give thanks for all this litness Come home, frеsh out the system, gymnast Rollin with smoke on my jonеs Pigs want all the camera on me, not the one from Dipset I still cant mix pleasure with business, sorry, princess I come a long way from broke days I got to work and fixed it Baby, are you up for this? I am feeling hot tonight Ready for the bump and grind Wheel it back and run it one more time, yeah, yeah Baby, are you up for this? I am feeling hot tonight Ready for the bump and grind Wheel it back and run it one more time, yeah, yeah Aint it different? Kopf ist immer noch Prison Heut on top, doch immer noch Block, mein Herz vergisst nicht Diamonds dancin, wenn du mich siehst, noch immer noch Filme She know my voice, guck, big butt gyal macht, Bro, Im winnin Foreign Cars, wrumm, Kickdown Richtung Hölle Dopeboy kriegt einn Schuss, full black Glock, my bro aint different Talkin about, nicht anders, doch im Ghost, ja Beverly Stars, Diamond Grillz, doch, Bro, I aint different Baby, are you up for this? I am feeling hot tonight Ready for the bump and grind Wheel it back and run it one more time, yeah, yeah Baby, are you up for this? I am feeling hot tonight Ready for the bump and grind Wheel it back and run it one more time, yeah, yeah Aint it different? Spent like ten years grindin Covered in diamonds, never been minin Came through, mans still shinin Cah I was in Homeford House with the pack And now Im in Dubai, limin Me and Headz landed abroad, two new kettles, perfect timin The new whips white on white, peanut butter, rose gold linin You can catch me in Central Car so dumb, when I press this button, its gone, I dont do rentals Air 1s fresher than menthol I dont wanna get shit lit, but the way that bro grip sticks aint gentle Summer time shootouts, big big loot-outs Get corn stuck in your dental Baby, are you up for this? I am feeling hot tonight Ready for the bump and grind Wheel it back and run it one more time, yeah, yeah Baby, are you up for this? I am feeling hot tonight Ready for the bump and grind Wheel it back and run it one more time, yeah, yeah Aint it different? When I first stepped in the game Man tried leech on my name, now they wanna act all distant Man love smile in my face and then they wanna chat like vixens Its good, its not back in the day, woulda got yourself wrapped on Clifton I dont really take no checks, Ill warn you And I dont do threats, Im cordial I dont even Snap on the jet, its normal Black tie, but Im dressed informal Like the boys from East, Im nasty Dont do drip, but I still stay classy You wanna know, then ask me, easy Baby, are you up for this? I am feeling hot tonight Ready for the bump and grind Wheel it back and run it one more time, yeah, yeah Baby, are you up for this? I am feeling hot tonight Ready for the bump and grind Wheel it back and run it one more time, yeah, yeah 1Embed

Pound Signs Lyrics ES on the beat LikkleDotz They say the pound signs turnin me crazy Just look whats it doin to me Ill put two hundred racks on his cranium and make his own friend wanna put him to sleep Funny how I used to pray for a chain until theres bruises on my knees A hundred thou, man blew it this week Seen friends turn foes , then roses grew out my sleeve Ive seen the fiend nearly overdose, and I can still hear that voice in my dreams Packs got flew out the T, no one was rootin for me They should make a movie on me, this is a Louis on me Look what this money is doing to me Look what this money is doing to me She wanted goals like Bey and Jay-Z Then she got left emotionally scarred, Lil Baby I make this money, this money dont make me Gotta chase money cah pussy dont pay me Got a new nigga, but shell be back Shorty said Im unforgettable like Swae Lee The pound sign amaze me Look what its doin to me I just go flood the whole block with trainers One was velcro, the rest had laces Somebody on job could have got a facelift Cause the stupidity And my label love the lucrative me So next time I want ten milli, thats a platinum pay cheque New opp block, the neighbours dont know my name yet But they know theres trade Dont know how shh-shh didnt turn flavours It really could have went the Gelato way Need one hundred mil before I touch my grave I pray, I pray Until then, Im on work, bro, night shift, day shift, night shift, day They say the pound signs turnin me crazy Just look whats it doin to me Ill put two hundred racks on his cranium and make his own friend wanna put him to sleep Funny how I used to pray for a chain until theres bruises on my knees A hundred thou, man blew it this week Turn See friends turn foes , then roses grew out my sleeve Ive seen the fiend nearly overdose, and I can still hear that voice in my dreams Packs got flew out the T, no one was rootin for me They should make a movie on me, this is a Louis on me Look what this money is doing to me Pops said this money is ruinin me Flick My pops said this money is ruinin me My new ting Cuba aint cuter than me And even though she aint ten-ten Its the inner beauty for me How many times did I bring that wraps to boil The T-house brought out the Susan in me Drug squad bootin off the bando door They found nothin bout niggas and failed Done years in the can, now Im free Took the PWITS to the chest but you know for the works had to turn on the the plea They would have threw away the key Two hundred racks for a show Three years ago, I would do it for free Not to long, I was kway up north 875 what I took for that teenth Had to chase this money all through my teens, now this money chase me Ah, this paper long, aint comin in free They say the pound signs turnin me crazy Just look whats it doin to me Ill put two hundred racks on his cranium and make his own friend wanna put him to sleep Funny how I used to pray for a chain until theres bruises on my knees A hundred thou, man blew it this week Seen friends turn foes , then roses grew out my sleeve Ive seen the fiend nearly overdose, and I can still hear that voice in my dreams Packs got flew out the T, no one was rootin for me They should make a movie on me, this is a Louis on me Look what this money is doing to me LikkleDotz ES on the beatEmbed

You/Me Lyrics Yo French vanilla, pour a glass on me No cream soda, a little cranberry You want my Rolex? Act too bad for me But you might need your own one, cah that one thats for me You compliment my cologne Its music to my ears when you moan Your voice and your tone, thats for me What you gonna tell your homegirls when they ask of me? Dont tell them how you feel when you throw it back for me You better tell them all my previous and bad history Cah theyll tell you that theyre into me and going mad for me The game has never been based on sympathy Im only good with my metaphors and my similes Thats why you find it hard when you try to speak to me My communication skills, we can work on that one and gradually I really hope you never turn your back on me Cah it could get so cold when it get to January You grab your phone then you pose while you snap the dash on me I can see your reflection, its in my chandelier You want love and affection Wanna play Summer Walker Create a atmosphere, and a sing along to You Got Potential At times youre resentful The rain was torrential The past was eventful The pain was essential Can we be sexual Without bein sensual and not be regretful? You cant put this blame on me We aint all the same, baby, nah You know I will please you Im not tryna leave you Wont you let me teach you to trust in me? Yo Sometimes I feel like every girl in the world is into me Is that what they call toxic masculinity? I like my girl brown, sweet and thick like Cadbury Sometimes I fantasise about Cara Delevigne I get the urge to entertain every girl that chat to me Apparently, all men are trash, and maybe thats the trash in me But shawty werent around we spoke on BlackBerry That shawty werent around when we sported baggy jeans This nigga from the downtown At an uptown function up cause I got down In my double entendre Dolce & Gabbana, dressin casually In my big automatic, I dont drive it manually I wont tell em when they ask my salary I cant tell them what I spent on my masterpiece, they make that annually Thats for me, the way you do that dance for me It would really turn me on to see you count fifty racks in cash for me Youre expressin all the love you have for me But if the police handcuff me Will I see you in that public gallery? Will I see you? Will you hold it down when I need you? How you gonna love me? Edna aint here to teach you They say that women are the root to all evil Theyll love you on that come up and then when youre low, theyll leave you They want you to open up to them so they could read you Still gon be deceitful You cant put this blame on me We aint all the same, baby, nah You know I will please you Im not tryna leave you Wont you let me teach you to trust in me? Trust in me Cause its just you and me And I know it aint easy for you to trust Baby, no, oh Trust in me Cause its just you and me And I know it aint easy but trust in me, trust in meEmbed

PCX Lyrics This ones cold, Renzo Ay CZR, you did a mazza still Govs on us man for drugs Takin my TV had me vex Pockets full when I cut through WestChain VVS, I cant feel my chest Still get round on a 125 Might do it on a PCX Guns, all man talk is guns Takin a chance might get you kwenged He was pissed when he got it in his forehead Bro tried send man healthcare Everyday used to check my doorstep Pissed cause I never had mail there If I swing this ting then I threw them leathers You shouldve wore a cover Dip in your puffer, I swear he was losin feathers Knife work nuts when I push through sweaters Squeeze that shank, grip that firm I did it bareback with my left hand I get top, get top Mans tying her hair back And she got the Gucci head band Induction, had no lighter Try use staples then blew my cable Had govs at my door with puppies They aint gettin in, gotta move my table Nuff paint and splash on my jeans I buss them low, when I walk Im tuggin Knife work serious, oh so hideous Wanna see his neck back gushin Swing this shank, pray it dont bend Tryna bring this tip back blooded Tryna tear out your guts and livers S still stuck in the cut like scissors Sleep with the addicts, cup full of magic Got it in my pot like a wizard Step out, whos that? Whats that? A bisshead? CID in my mirrors My young boy wanna pay five fifth for a half of rock Thats a Arctic Monkey Said he breaks it down into dots Said hes tryna buy smoke like Dorothy Bro still slaps it in reverse He dont really care bout parkin properly Still hop out with a Ramz or smoke Show them bout barkin properly Bad B and she aint from upsie Throw it back and she arch it properly She name names cah she asked me properly Swear down I hit my last whip properly Had one and then it turned two pack Lookin like Ronnie and Roxy Still gotta duck from the boys in blue Cant get caught with this iron, no Robben Grease them boots, now they lookin all polished You cant afford to get hit with this copper Youre gonna need more than a Ibuprofen Aint ever been a Section 18 If it was me that done that pokin Back that war saw like its from Poland Been on the wing and they want me right back Dodged it, swear I just did it like Coleman Whip that yola, scrape that pot When I blink, twenty-eight grams gone Them man there aint real trappers They just playin with the caine like Son Invest in dingers, headlights off Its us that made it sticky No sellotape when I tape that block Hear the undies screamin out delta Sword on my back like Zelda Just pray I dont get nick like Anelka I tried put nine to his neck like Rondo Do it for my guys, no rights or wrongs bro Index still itchin No license, still ride like were legal And my buj runs black, its lethal Look at his arm, its feeble Im in the T house, watch him inject Now hes gonna infect this Nurofen needle Too much mould on the ceiling Grub gettin sold this evenin That dot-dot came with the nose off Me and S like Caine and O-Dog Two peng ones came to the condo I just want top though, dont take clothes off Govs on us man for drugs Takin my TV had me vex Pockets full when I cut through West Chain VVS, I cant feel my chest Still get round on a 125 Might do it on a PCX Guns, all man talk is guns Takin a chance might get you kwenged Govs on us man for drugs Takin my TV had me vex Pockets full when I cut through West Chain VVS, I cant feel my chest Still get round on a 125 Might do it on a PCX Guns, all man talk is guns Takin a chance might get you kwenged This ones cold Renzo Ay CZR, you did a mazza still1Embed

Cold Lyrics Yo Teach, teach Teach, teach, teach, teach Turn, turn Teach me, teach me Yo They say that faith can move mountain Now my neck water fountain One-hundreds on a outin Now I’m dodgin my accountant Middle finger to the council Why they didn’t do rehousin? Fell back and forth to trial, and How much days will I be countin? It really coulda been a murder Imagine me, allow them I used to wanna play footy, I used to pray that I get scouted Daydreamin in the pub, there’s nothin else to do out ere Because the youth clubs closin and the youth offender’s crowded Three one pound coins, they jingle in my school trousers The teachers used to doubt us, now they tell the youth about us They didn’t make me chase my dreams, they nearly turned me coward They ain’t teach me to survive, I had to learn, it took me hours Hung jury, no retrial and they blame the underpowers Psalm 35 its a blessing I stay showered Ive had both fake and some real niggas around me The pagans wanna out me On my head, they put a bounty I grew up on a council flat, pouch and a bucket hat I still aint come to terms that my nigga Josh aint comin back I used to love the trap like it would love me back I couldnt wait for the days to say, Im done with that I come up from the Zeno We in a drought but still my wrist cost me couple kilos All I did was keep it real I was out tryna drill the same day I signed a deal Now to have a conversation, thats a mil Lately, I just feel a way Ima make these niggas feel my pain, yeah ‘Cause its the fall When my heart get cold, who can I call? Heart so cold, heart so cold Im tellin them, The sky and above when they ask me, Whats next? Cah every step is progress when you come from the trench And as I walk through the shadow of death Tell me how these niggas cursin me and praisin me all in one breath The system didnt break me down, no, that shit gave me strength Alone I done like sweatbox, the phone cut through Inverness Life has so much of a mess, I never knew its a mess And Ive been tested so much , I never knew its a test Lately, I just feel a way Quarter million jewellery still dont stop a nigga feelin pain We done therapy that day and I still feel the same If you doin therapy today, Ill still feel the same I come up from the Zeno We in a drought but still my wrist cost me couple kilos All I did was keep it real I was out tryna drill the same day I signed a deal Now to have a conversation, thats a mil Lately, I just feel a way Ima make these niggas feel my pain, yeah ‘Cause its the fall When my heart get cold, who can I call? Heart so cold, heart so cold Where was you at When I was tryna chase that money, tryna get that sack? And niggas tryna be my friends and hit me up with daps? Because they see me tourin and gettin it on the map, yeah Hoes know, bros know I don’t fuck with that and that’s the G code And Im the hottest in the city and the streets know And I do this for my team and my people And they askin, What the fee is? I charge about thirty racks just to sing, bitch Yo, I cant believe this I got the honeys at my shows, showin cleavage Damn, wish you could see this Now my haters buyin tickets and they streamin While Im relaxin at the spa Tread lightly cause you know that Im a star Star, star, star So cold, so cold So cold, so cold So cold, so cold So cold, so cold1Embed

Dues Lyrics All I talk is numbers Skip to 10 and then I just went to the 9 and 8 I’m still beating intents on intents I just sip my beverage My little bro looking at 7 He got nicked with 6 in the weapon The other one done a drilling Everyone ran and they gave me high 5 I been sitting in the can just thinking, what’s it all for? But I still take risks with the .32 spin that’s life Still sport this 1 lev on a trackie and fling a tenner on uncle Then I fling a next tenner on my Lyca bundle OFB stack readies and spend it on skengs and ice Them man ain’t put it no work and they ain’t stack none Someone’s lying Fly out the ride with a 4s, bet someone’s flying I fell in love with the kickback, I come a long way from ridgebacks First phone call’s my alarm clock, I don’t need my alarm on snooze Opps don’t wanna see me on the vio, but they gotta give the gang their dues How many times did we step on the opp block, go home burn my trackie and shoes Evidence in the air no clues Cah these pigs make my blood Boyle like Susan I’m still tryna get it like the Jews dem On the wing it’s mackerels and tunas, on the road it’s .30s and Lugers Finesse these broad day bootings Still finesse these broad day bootings Harlem O, dare you leave your bros You stepped out with your chinger, why you breezing home? My Barbie brown and flirty, boujie, Gucci pose Splash and pose, we stepped out tryna Holy Ghost Say they garn do me but they see me and dash, why the fuck am I beefing these cowards? I still won’t lowe him, splash man down have him wet like he just got showered Shotty long like Eiffel Tower, or Chan Kardash Ting got beat like a dotty slug Loski Loose love splash and brag bad First phone call’s my alarm clock, I don’t need my alarm on snooze Opps don’t wanna see me on the vio, but they gotta give the gang their dues How many times did we step on the opp block, go home burn my trackie and shoes Evidence in the air no clues Cah these pigs make my blood Boyle like Susan I’m still tryna get it like the Jews dem On the wing it’s mackerels and tunas, on the road it’s .30s and Lugers Finesse these broad day bootings Still finesse these broad day bootings First phone call’s my alarm clock, I don’t need my alarm on snooze Opps don’t wanna see me on the vio, but they gotta give the gang their dues How many times did we step on the opp block, go home burn my trackie and shoes Evidence in the air no clues Cah these pigs make my blood Boyle like Susan I’m still tryna get it like the Jews dem On the wing it’s mackerels and tunas, on the road it’s .30 and Lugers Finesse these broad day bootings Still finesse these broad day bootings1Embed

Live In The T Lyrics I really did this thing live in the streets Dont make me go Instagram Live in the T We was doing opp block in designer Now me and bro do 90 on the m-way in just trackie and sliders I really did this thing live in the streets Dont make me go Instagram Live in the T We was doing opp block in designer Now me and bro do 90 on the m-way in just trackie and sliders I was 18 getting into the edge with a skeng in my Kangol boxers 18 with these bando problems I spent all my gwop on expenses, I made no profit cah the trap werent popping Still see me do the 1 step, I aint diddy popping I really had 2 in the dotty I really had a dotty in the lobby, thats these 2 twin barrels looking old and long like Kojo and Toffie Man cant give me no verbal on social, I come with that 100 emoji then I go turn a whole backroad smoky I spent half of my ps on a ride, I feel like a pony These old school shooters fell off now theyre coming like Wilfried Bony Im in UK doing up brolly, I hit West Green Road for a choffie On the way I might get down donny Then I say all my niggas in the hoody, stick together like a onesie I really did this thing live in the streets Dont make me go Instagram Live in the T We was doing opp block in designer Now me and bro do 90 on the m-way in just trackie and sliders I really did this thing live in the streets Dont make me go Instagram Live in the T We was doing opp block in designer Now me and bro do 90 on the m-way in just trackie and sliders I got old friends on IG doing up live Ayy Gs I aint no one getting smoked on my own block twice How you get touched by the opps and then you go join them? Youre on the roadside screaming out Tottenham, but in the jailhouse screaming out Croydon Put the budge and the blue in the dubs and the red I can tell you bout these long nights chopping We cant mix both colours like Compton Were the type to do a straight drill from a foreign Or we can skr on a 125, all blacked out like we coming from Gotham Do it for unlimited flips, taking unlimited risks Me and big bro spent time in the kitchen, look at the flick of the wrist I spent too much time in the jailhouse, I saw my government name on that list Saw my government name on that list I really did this thing live in the streets Dont make me go Instagram Live in the T We was doing opp block in designer Now me and bro do 90 on the m-way in just trackie and sliders I really did this thing live in the streets Dont make me go Instagram Live in the T We was doing opp block in designer Now me and bro do 90 on the m-way in just trackie and slidersEmbed

Too Loyal... Lyrics As real as I can put it Jealousy is real, and loyalty is rare Its crazy how you can be there for everybody But when you need somebody, nobody seems to be there You know, fake people dont surprise me anymore Loyal people do Is there such a thing as bein way too loyal? Coulda caught me a bird for a war I aint started But I found myself involved Is there such a thing as bein way too loyal? Touched road and I grew some roses Got straight out the mud of the soil Is there such a thing as bеin way too loyal? Always eight racks to show How still we aint whipped up for bro Is thеre such a thing as bein way too loyal? Steady and slow always wins the race I turned down million pounds and more Is there such a thing as bein way too loyal? Still grateful , I’m still screaming money aint a thing thats a mindset I signed for peanuts to my label Cause I come up from nothing, and now it just Gucci, cuff links They said that the deal wont change you But if you get stopped with fifty racks in cash then the jakes cant touch you I signed my deal on a Monday , Tuesday I blew some money Wednesday I patterned up pops, Im feeling like Im blessed by God and mumsy Shutdown my show on a Thursday, Friday I had a copped out from early Uh, but the opps want clout more than they wanna hurt me Its still losses and winnings, but the fans wanna see these drillers They dont want me living, they want me existin You know how it gets in prison Twenty-four hours is a drive-by shootin, I call that social distance Uh, and they wanna blame me for all the killings Coulda caught me a bird for a war I aint started But I found myself involved Is there such a thing as bein way too loyal? Touch road and I grew some roses Got straight out the mud of the soil Is there such a thing as bein way too loyal? Always eight racks to show How still we aint whipped up for bro Is there such a thing as bein way too loyal? Steady and slow always wins the race I turned down million pounds and more Is there such a thing as bein way too loyal? Is there such a thing as bein way too loyal? My family turned funny, he aint got morals I told em if he link up with the oppers Count me out a relation spoilt I still say Hello to auntie Most at them old school hall parties Or sip sips of a Supermalt, but now if you link up we dish out smoke But that aint my fault, I was mindin my business up in O I had eighteen zeds in the Addison Lee same time as Not3s Notes all in my mari jeans, my Burberry tee it match the coat Coat is a trench, so Im comin for the trenches Somebody told me Im jugglin both I coulda caught me a 12 if I drilled it With my life at risk, oh no I got a hood to inspire, and a family to feed, I call that growth I got nothin to prove , but I got it all to lose When I go die, they’ll call me a legend Like prince Tutankhamun Coulda caught me a bird for a war I aint started But I found myself involved Is there such a thing as bein way too loyal? Touch road and I grew some roses Got straight out the mud of the soil Is there such a thing as bein way too loyal? Always eight racks to show Hows still re-up whipped up for bro Is there such a thing as bein way too loyal? Steady and slow always wins the race I turned down million pounds and more Is there such a thing as bein way too loyal?2Embed

Roddy Ricch Lyrics RV Nuttin less than half a M Anytime me and H step in the buildin’ Put my money where my mouth is Shouldve recorded this one with my grills in My mans lucky that he hopped that fence ’Cah if not, gang wouldve drilled him Anything shh get shh Them blanks already been filled in Dip man, no deportation Invest in waps for paigons But I gotta keep them parked off They cant come to my room like Nathan If the devil wears Prada Then its blatant that Im Satan Get round there then shave mans head Gotta do it like Jason Statham Opps say theyre out in the field They ain’t really here like weave Firearm tucked in my body warmer ’Cah I dont wanna burn my sleeve My man said that he weren’t involved I didnt know what to believe Still crash that same way Made blood pour from his chest like Eve How many times did I pull up at Tops Like the last stop on the 243 Its kill or be killed So I gotta make sure that its you, not me Might do it with waps Or get yankey like the New York team Young boy, you ain’t cheffed nobody Tell him get round there and lose your V In the T house, tryna get rich like Roddy I was on the M, I didnt do shit in colly Got this fifteen inch tryna rip mans body Ammunition shoppin Man just free up the cash Like what they need to do to the bros in Onley If I rise this .40 Thats defo gon be a GoFundMe In the T house, tryna get rich like Roddy I was on the M, I didnt do shit in colly Got this fifteen inch tryna rip mans body Ammunition shoppin Man just free up the cash Like what they need to do to the bros in Onley If I rise this .40 Thats defo gon be a GoFundMe Four and a half and it came all hard Had to put it on the floor and tread on it Other bit was dust Backed it quick like send man a better bit Tracky ting and gym bag I aint goin gym, this ones got a skeng in it Caught us a unknown one But these rotty bells gon make him relevant Jump out gang, I aint leanin out Im tryna get up close And this half a brick was snow Until I got the rex involved Jump on the ped and go Had the 4s out last time I left my phone Got my neck some gold Cah Im Pyrex livin, stretchin snow Use that presser Load two bricks of coke, no pressure though Jumped out on my man I cant run, tell bro, Dont let him go He probably get away, bro pissed I just told him better days Before I knew skengs, shouldve got a Range If the corn didnt jam, couldve got a face In the T house, tryna get rich like Roddy I was on the M, I didnt do shit in colly Got this fifteen inch tryna rip mans body Ammunition shoppin Man just free up the cash Like what they need to do to the bros in Onley If I rise this .40 Thats defo gon be a GoFundMe In the T house, tryna get rich like Roddy I was on the M, I didnt do shit in colly Got this fifteen inch tryna rip mans body Ammunition shoppin Man just free up the cash Like what they need to do to the bros in Onley If I rise this .40 Thats defo gon be a GoFundMe1Embed

Let’s Go Lyrics Lets go, lets go Lets  go, lets go, lets go Lets  go, lets go Turn Fill up the car lets go, bro got the wheel all you gotta do it make sure the darwgs get home Man  gotta keep it street cause the ops aren’t on they troll But  live in the flesh they know you aint ever had to bring the big ting on stage Big narstie show Fill  up the car lets go, bro got the wheel all you gotta do it make sure the darwgs get home Man gotta keep it street cause the ops aren’t on they troll But live in the flesh they know you ain’t ever had to bring the big ting on stage Big narstie show Bro  want a golden boot from back when the cup was carling Feins them calling invest in waps fill up that cartridge, cause some carnage Op boys think they can vi come back with bang like Carla I used to keep that dots in a wardrobe you must think I was tryna send it Narnia Got this beef on a wrap I don’t know about naan bread He got passa tryna shave mans wig like I’m tryna give man bald head Still do it in a dings, they buggin if they think its Iskaba like Wande Coal Unlike maya jama I didn’t want this storm brought a new niner and it come with corn Bro wanna go halves on a tool I told him its cool I’ll go get my own All I know is keeping it real I could never sell out like my headline show This bad b thinks that I blew and she look at my shoe and its red my sole My Rambo comes in a duo, me and Headie, Krept and Kones My girl said let someone else go mash that work why always you How many times have I saw them yutes and cheffed man quick like gourmet food Any time that I run man down I’m pissed when they get away I hope one of them trips no Ella Mai Fill up the car lets go, bro got the wheel all you gotta do it make sure the darwgs get home Man gotta keep it street cause the ops aren’t on they troll But live in the flesh they know you ain’t ever had to bring the big ting on stage Big narstie show Fill up the car lets go, bro got the wheel all you gotta do it make sure the darwgs get home Man gotta keep it street cause the ops aren’t on they troll But live in the flesh they know you ain’t ever had to bring the big ting on stage Big narstie show Man get the drop and he’s home Truth is just know gang went there Blood on the floor, red carpet Had my man doing up premier Heard you got robbed for your grub, that food of ghana fufu and kenke Cant take a bloodclart set back boy get chopping and bloodclart head back Man aint got halos Side man done him on the main roads Couple of my goons Nigerian Fuck around you can lagos Stuck it on dem Dat girl bruk it and bend If broski run up on them they’re giving up something like lent 16 brought me a mac Mum should’ve brought me an ipod Just linked fems on a hill bros tryna take off hightops Went jail nothings improving Get a young buck and recruit him Little bro never wears bootcuts but have you cutting from bootings Big fist in your funny face Had to tell kv put the gun away Dick give your sister a tummy ache They say life short but my money ain’t Dis fendi jumpers a one away Big tool on my bruddas waist Can’t come round here go the other way Fill up the car lets go, bro got the wheel all you gotta do it make sure the darwgs get home Man gotta keep it street cause the ops aren’t on they troll But live in the flesh they know you ain’t ever had to bring the big ting on stage Big narstie show Fill up the car lets go, bro got the wheel all you gotta do it make sure the darwgs get home Man gotta keep it street cause the ops aren’t on they troll But live in the flesh they know you ain’t ever had to bring the big ting on stage Big narstie showEmbed

Five Figures Lyrics Yo Me and Lizzie walked down that aisle Now my outfit more than a couple thou  My nigga Vel chinged a yout bait face And he still took the chance at trial I know that the new generations fake But trust me, the real niggas back in style Gang dem style, cop that box, Pacquiao Get it in, then smash it out Man a 9-bar went in, not Michael Kao I aint go sleep in the bando, nah One day Ill buy a house with lots of tiles Five figures if I touch down Either Im uptown or out of town Five figures if I touch down Either Im uptown or out of town My young boy in the Bailey, not Crown, yo How you lifed off and still countin down? Fеds wanna see us down and out Truth is, they love it when thе gang go wild Watch doin grow like a brussels sprout He just wanted to do it for the gang, not clout Thats why we see the jakes on ten toes, Asafa Powell ten toes Dodgin them jakes, all I wanted was velcros Hit the jailhouse, it was knees and elbows Now I get sold-out shows, man shell those Adidas tracksuit, shell toes Rekindle, man throw a stack in the crowd Me and Lizzie walked down that aisle Now my outfit more than a couple thou My nigga Vel chinged a yout bait face And he still took the chance at trial I know that the new generations fake But trust me, the real niggas back in style Gang dem style, cop that box, Pacquiao Get it in, then smash it out Man a 9-bar went in, not Michael Kao I aint go sleep in the bando, nah One day Ill buy a house with lots of tiles Five figures if I touch down Either Im uptown or out of town Five figures if I touch down Either Im uptown or out of town Talk minimum five to be in my call log Woods on smoke, they should boot it like orchard All for the bros, no Warner No ID like no caller Excellent finish, all when it mattered like Kingsley Coman New shit, X3, not to flex in, that cars stolen Interview room, we dont do no talkin We dont sit well with rats or rodents Got in the bando, not my emotions That quarter turned into a two and a daughter Then into a corner Trident all on my doorstep tryna ask me about courier I told them, I got no idea, Don Toliver Me and Lizzie walked down that aisle Now my outfit more than a couple thou My nigga Vel chinged a yout bait face And he still took the chance at trial I know that the new generations fake But trust me, the real niggas back in style Gang dem style, cop that box, Pacquiao Get it in, then smash it out Man a 9-bar went in, not Michael Kao I aint go sleep in the bando, nah One day Ill buy a house with lots of tiles Five figures if I touch down Either Im uptown or out of town Five figures if I touch down Either Im uptown or out of townEmbed

Work Lyrics I got my Nokia coming like these Bad Bs coming to the Niz, I just watch that twerk Like Pebbles get him up close, and I watch that jerk My lifes like a movie, I didnt get to sit down and watch that first Whats rap when Im live in the T, but watch me make that work My young boy in the bando and he only job is to watch the work Thats why me Im just doing up M-way, then I hit the gym and I spot the work I was on the wing had time go slow and now my watch dont work Now I do this ting live in the streets, all you can do is watch and learn I was fresh home 015, I nearly ran out of Ps How many times did I hit the M-way, twice in a day with a quarter of each Man cant tell me bout expenses, I had weeks that I trapped for free Right now Im in studio B, and I got a quarter to a stack on me I spent the whole month in a tracksuit, tryna double this Re Old school days I was way to stubborn, hitting opp blocks with my pockets on E Do it for OFB, come a long way from popping those Ts Right now Im way too pluggy, I got all of these sockets on me Doing up dates with bae, pocket rocket on me Rolling deep with a brand new freeze, thats basically last weeks profit on me These skengs dont come for free, I gotta stay woke Cah they want me in Winchey again, I aint too young to go Coldingley Nokia ring all day, it dont take no time just to flip this pack Get him up close, hands on a toast you can watch it crash How much times did we jog on wass, tryna turn fools to packs and dash 6 in the spin congrats, see a man live and crash See a man live and crash no hassle I put flake in my pot and a whole load of songs on music platforms I get paid from both, get it done with rolls on rolls Thats D or C thats with me 4 door truck was risky, 30 shots and a blicky Tryna leave everything flames When you talk bout Trap, better mention K Still cant put a face to the name and the girls still calling me bae See the glitter thats madge, how you calling it straight? Last night had a half of bird, but I got corner today I been up and down the M, how the fiends show for me? All the times I couldnt get me a runner, it was me that went O for me This Bad B didnt wanna know, now she low for me Now she talking Italian cuisines, when we gonna go to eat? I would have no release, if they knew all the drugs Ive ever had on me I got the table looking like a birds eye view of Glastonbury Morning shift, Costa Coffee and I aint even had no sleep I had two trap phones just tweaking, thats before I even turnt 18 I used to wish for a skeng and it didnt take long to fulfil that dream I got different sweets that dont contain gelatine Anything shh get shh, still gotta shh anything thats green I leave the crime scene Messi, and I dont mean the Argentine I got my Nokia coming like these Bad Bs coming to the Niz, I just watch that twerk Like Pebbles get him up close,and I watch that jerk My lifes like a movie, I didnt get to sit down and watch that first Whats rap when Im live in the T, but watch me make that work My young boy in the bando and he only jumped to watch the work Thats why me Im just doing up M-way, then I hit the gym and I spot the work I was on the wing had time go slow and now my watch dont work Now I do this ting live in the streets, all you can do is watch and learn2Embed

F U Pay Me Lyrics I might go get that crib gated Minus on my statement French Ciri got me faded I make a twenty on a day-shift Head to toe in Off-White and I aint payin Six-litre engine and were racin Might crash and think about it when I wake up And plus I fell asleep drunk, I forgot to take my chains off My hitters aint playin, all I gotta do is say it That bitch used to air me, now I make her look basic She used to laugh at my brucked-down trainers Now she ask if I wanna see her naked I dont wanna, she a feisty A bitch with attitude amaze me Every day I wake up, I need a payslip I wakе up, screamin Fuck you, pay me Nah-nah, nah-nah, nah-nah Wake up, screamin Fuck you, pay me Nah-nah, nah-nah, nah-nah I wake up, screamin Fuck you Grind on the low, mind on the dough Im on a roll, life on the road, fly these mouths Mash on my bro, packs for the smoke Racks for the show, cash for the dough, ice me out Check how I deal with the biz He wanna feel on my bits, give him a test I put the flick of the wrist Come, then I blow him a kiss B-B-Big drip, all of this shower IV come tall like a tower P-Plug shit, all of this power Caught a sour, blowin that louder Cowgirl, ride this somethin, Im expert Do this only for the fans so its Fuck you, pay me, comin like sex work Nah-nah, nah-nah, nah-nah Wake up, screamin Fuck you, pay me Nah-nah, nah-nah, nah-nah I wake up, screamin Fuck you I remember, it was family liaison Always misbehavin School uniform fadin Member astroturf trainers Why you think I smile when my chains swayin? Gucci suit, tailored Theyll probably put me up for mayor Thats if I didnt get NFA for these AMs Place cryin cause I didnt wanna do a date Cant cah my fingers and my neck turned baguettie Broke days, tomato sauce, spaghetti Now seaside, dinner, shades on, vision Fendi Eatin food Ive never tasted Money on my mind, it stay adjacent I was dead broke, course I been patient I wake up, screamin Fuck you, pay me Nah-nah, nah-nah, nah-nah Wake up, screamin Fuck you, pay me Nah-nah, nah-nah, nah-nah I wake up, screamin Fuck you See nowadays, you just say One And you send out the invoice You know how it go, man Were countin down You got twelve hours left Run that, run that Blicky, blicky Blicky Blicky, blicky Blicky, blicky Blicky Blicky, blicky Blicky, blicky Blicky Blicky, blicky Blicky, blicky Blicky Blicky-1Embed

Fire In The Booth Special LyricsPart 1: Prod. by Mubz and ? Izzy and Camden Show em Im a little bit cockney You aint ever seen a hundred bags, uhh Boy talk to me propperly All pissed cah your boyfriend want me, uhh I cant lie this shit new But I couldnt but I coulda made her visit in Onley Coulda had a trap in Pompey This plug talk, nigga Im poppy We the only niggas doing this indie Like I beg man look at my pinkie Cant even fit on my pinkie All that bullshit, better just miss me This G-u, letting off fifty You can ask Roman, you can ask Whisky From young Ive been doing it risky Wah, you know 12, like 6 b Uhh, thats 18 bits g Wait, lemme do the maths quickly Quick maths, Imma be there shortly Trap smart, what g man taught me? Think large, what rambz have taught me? Its had fast, what Frank done taught me Big bars what Pros done taught me What SP taught me Done it all and they saw me Now I let my actions do the talk for me My life of friends, they still call me Cant compare, the man corny Not gon die tryna do it for the viewers or clout Cah it will be worth the try But I know Im a wanted guy Keep a barrel that spins like the London Eye I dunno whos who Im tryna keep my eyes open like a yute thats tight I got my bally on, they still know it me And my heads too big, aint a good disguise Dem man der aint on dis, lock the park Me I shoulda a G19 like a automatic car pushed the start Closer ching or get wooshed from far Pull up and watch everybody push their darg Get both love and AM my city Their really tryna do me like Gundogan I still slow drive through the opp block like Im tryna look for a spot to park Judge really gave Kash eight for smoking throught the That was a bit too harsh All we ever do is step, one smoke in the ride, gotta bring two arms Thats four man in the ride, two dargs Real tugs life like 2Pac Part 2: Prod. by Slay Products Really rap what I live They see the truth, its me thats writing it Woulda thought that I dropped the spray in there The way how I put ice in it Back then I woulda slapped his head But now Im too grown, put price on it Lid off the pot, scrape that rock There aint no rice in it They think before cah its waps galore And you know that were nice with it And if shes pretty with swag and keeps it trill I might be nice with it Bags of shoes, Ill put you in a brand new coupé Now, why am I lying? Rather spend it on waps, put it on the blocks To show em its frying Cah Im done with them yutes, their wouldnt Me no done with them yutes, their couldnt Cah I really get busy, four in a door and a neutral bullet Two hands born in trizzy Dem man dont do the road ting fully Theyre just lying and lying Gotta stay away from Harrods Anytime Im going, just buying and buying Gotta stay away from hammers Any fore sell, Ill buy it, Ill buy it All of that talk, they dont know about violence Six in the spin, Ill slide and fry em I aint ever done typing I was juggin from the start Ill turn a jigga to a art Think a nigga turned his phone off I was juggin in the dark Wait, little nigga with a game plane I turn my tracki into named brand I tell em bitches Im a changed man Or cock it and shoot him with the same hand Fuck bitches, get bread first But when I fuck bitches, get head first Trap talk for a while now You never hear me spit a dead verse You never hear me tell a lie once Your gonna phone me back if I try once Couple workers got wrapped up Had to fall back for nine months Then its strait back jugg mode Never talk, thats the hood code Im your favourite trapper-trapper Nuttin like a rapper, trust me man the hood knows Made a killing off a bujj os In the veins where that bujj goes Bags and boxes, thats my legacy If you didnt, then you should know Bags and boxes, thats my legacy If you didnt, then you should know Part 3: Prod. by ? Have you ever put all your bread into grub? I really put my whole life on the phone How could I be scared to be alone? It was minus degrees up noth on my own Have you ever had a blue tick on Insta? Still copped a nina, now it needs a whistler Im still copping smoke, thats even though Im more of a drinker Back where three used to dance to the linger We just pulled up in the dark and lingered Really tryna leave man injured Do another , finish like Lingard Ever been stuck on the wing with the niggas? Buss case and now your screaming free all the niggas I was splitting canteen with the niggas Now I just gotta send ps to the niggas Have you ever had nuttin but a eight ball each for your dinner? Spent your whole summer in the T with the kitties Then catted five in a week from a dinner Step with the spinners I aint tryna be the one that bleeds in the winter My old first turned fishy Now I gotta keep them at distance Two rexs deep in the t house And I got Shmurda blending If they kick this door in, I might have to serve a sentence So Im in the bando rushing, tryna get in then out, no stress We spent all night deleting texts, and asking bro whats left? Never done loads online cah they know full well we step How much times did we go and make a mess? Then laugh off back to the ends Keep one on the way back Anyone we see, like burnt from the ride And free bro cah he done that Deliveroo with a burg on a bike When we hear theyre there, were coming Bare live drumbings, saw me one and spun it I know why everyones running Gotta keep it cool, I can fell the maddest of obbo Left out cah the trap sold out I might go Harrods tomorow I dont even try, just buy it Throw me a pack and Ill fly it And of course the guys still riding Suprised that bros aint tired And dem girls still out ere Suprise them hoes and Been talking bricks for ages Im supriesed these phones aint wired My lifestyles BxB, thats braking bricks How you think Im taking trips? Beverly Hills, saw the latest drip Gotta look lit cah I know their watching, taking pics I dont give a shit, Im in AOD with a Haition chick If think she knows why my bands are long Now she wan fuck me playing my song Said Im gonna take her shop and she knows Im lying But she playing along Told my young boy, fam you got one more chance Hes underpressure, rushing the packs and weighing it wrong I dont give a fuck about streams Trap for fam, its full up of feens Used to be all a dream, now I got twenty racks in my jeans Im in the gun range zetting off steam Wait, slapping at Now Im going back to cally I told Trap Ill bring the bally Foreign ones upon the baddy After party in the valley Twelve summers in a row You can go on check the tally Bad bitch up in the range All she wants is xannys Part 4: Prod. by ? Im feeling loose right now Think I might just tell them the truth right now Cah I got babes in my babes, real buff But its only mount of time till my boo finds out, uhh Look at my lifeEmbed

Therapy Lyrics Turn, turn Turn, turn, turn Turn, turn, turn Turn, ayy I dont really do well with ultimatums, proposals I can really go out there be not cordial, then cordial I can really go out there be informal, then formal One sec the gang can go on bein lawful then unlawful, therapy I dont really want no one, I can talk to, Hennessy The things that I say, they might not be thought through Them true traits start to show through I cant think of nothin I owe you All the things a nigga had to go through Its only right that Edna goin global I can really be social and anti-social When I was on a walk It was my sister that sent me them postals What you know about Croydon Park? Are you really old school? Or youre just here since the come up? Like seein Hakkasan and Nobu Comin up there was so much things, that was hard to say no to Now we got beef in the streets, that G17s my go-to Im up now but I been low too How bout plans that I had that fall through How my friends that I done come know to How much stories that I tell, theres more to My rose is on, Im drivin passed that school that I used to walk to I put my pin in that blue phone, I press hashtag and then called through My sis played that role, she played that role and that role too Edna you motivate me, this is all you I dont really do well with ultimatums, proposals I can really go out there be not cordial, then cordial I can really go out there be informal, then formal One sec the gang can go on bein lawful then unlawful, therapy I dont really want no one, I can talk to, Hennessy The things that I say, they might not be thought through Them true traits start to show through I cant think of nothin I owe you All the things a nigga had to go through Its only right that Edna goin global1Embed

Chanel Lyrics Sweet like honey, I am money, shoes dem bloody, drip still gully I’m in Dior and Givenchy, I only like Chanel when she’s wearing Gucci I step clean in Chanel’s I pave the way If I like that season I’ll lose my mind and I’ll make it rain Double c’s matching you’ll think she’s bait She didn’t wanna fuck when I was bruk, she saw some wads them came and came Face is bait, I zip it to the top when I step in Bape It could be Dior or Moncler runners when I step on stage You wouldn’t even know I spent a stack on this tracksuit, it’s plain Now these hoes want me to put my eggs in one basket Dwayne Wade One level, a trackie no time to maintain a fade 110 on the m tryna cash and make sure I’m paid Sweet like honey I am money, shoes dem bloody, drip still gully I’m in Dior and Givenchy, I only like Chanel when she’s wearing Gucci Sweet like honey I am money, shoes dem bloody, drip still gully I’m in Dior and Givenchy, I only like Chanel when she’s wearing Gucci All of these bad b’s love me come through looking like I’m made of money Life was hard and bummy so I just trapped until I made it lovely I never would’ve worked a 9/5 but Gucci was my kind of design So I just built me a county line, my first 5 was made in country We up now but I come from poverty, I’m a masterpiece don’t bother me Just whipped up a nine in my LV trackie I got quantity and quality Times I prayed for seven days but I ain’t tryna save no face Babes we can fly to the Medellin and I’ll just tell shawty save the dates Spend this change, like I don’t like this money D&G trackie looking stylish on me Shes already there, she hears sirens from me, she looks so good, she- Sweet like honey, I am money Shoes dem bloody, drip still gully Im in Dior and Givenchy I only like Chanel when shes wearing Gucci, yeah, yeah Sweet like honey, I am money Shoes dem bloody, drip still gully Im in Dior and Givenchy I only like Chanel when shes wearing Gucci, yeah, yeah OneEmbed

Mob Ties Lyrics Turn, turn, turn, turn Sykes, Sykes AbelThePlug Turn, turn, turn, turn Three for twenty, four for thirty This foreign one is worth that Mel B Im in and out that trap house Smash dem packs out ’til man wealthy This white was made in a bando Defo werent made in Chelsea And runnin down all them opps is defo what made me healthy Finesse that back hand grip on my Rambo You’re defo gon make that gurney Ive ridden in a jail house, fist a man up Like how did I make that servery They wonder how I got my sentence and served it Touch road doin up old school servin Ten fiends in the bando, comfy I treat the T house like Merlin All I need is one ching My bro said Im forcin it when I twin Man splash it on your place, thats sauce on spill Last thing he saw was my old gold grills I can tell you ’bout the maddest of losses How I really took ones that killed Now I’m at the table with bro And he said he made a quarter mil You know how much I love O I do it up ’til this cash cant fold Its two and a blue, I put it up all in there I really love Pyrex bowls and stoves Two country phones, thats how we do it up and go And that’s what you call wash and wear Mob ties like Lucky and Siegel Fuck with the opps then you aint my people Most my life has been illegal Crack rocks and drills New day, new sequel Got the baddest B in town The cats say pow, its lethal War? Mans ready The clip on the side of the ting Firm grip, man hold it steady You dont wanna see gang hop out the car Violence, mask like Freddie Nuff times I see a big man legs turn jelly My lil bro Boogie a gunner He only sixteen, hes still a lil baby Opps cant chat to the gang Cah were all over this beef like gravy My new wap came with a hundred sweets Homeboy, I dont know bout savoury If we dont slide with skengs on peds Then it might be car, no Tracy Bae said she likes that tracky that I bought last week Cah it fits me perfect She dont even know that I burnt it Any opp that I got, deserved it If it werent me, H, Kash or Skat It was from lil Kermit Only way is O, cant violate us and think well firm it Shit gets messy, no Argentina On the other side where the grass is greener Get caught when I bun this Nina Thats you Xd like a pass on Fifa How many sweeps have we done on the opp block? Like me and my dargs were cleaners Bet I cant hear no verbal When I turn up like Im blastin speakers In jail, I was bullyin pagans And I got nickin for beefin govs Get man down with the tuna And I dont stop til I see his blood I can make a mixtape about works that Ive mashed And all of its recent stuff Might see me dressed in Moschino But I aint spreadin no peace and love Mob ties like Lucky and Siegel Fuck with the opps then you aint my people Most my life has been illegal Crack rocks and drills New day, new sequel Got the baddest B in town The cats say pow, its lethal War? Mans ready The clip on the side of the ting Firm grip, man hold it steady You dont wanna see gang hop out the car Violence, mask like Freddie Nuff times I see a big man legs turn jelly 1Embed

Intent Lyrics Everyday I take risks for paper Bae said you gotta dumb it down cah the way that you live your lifes too dangerous My niggas love shooting and shaving, you wanna start problem making Take a stroll with the dots, these battery bells will slap and wake the neighbours All this paper I gotta maintain it, but it aint easy, I gotta stay focused Still getting drawn out by jokers, idiots tryna provoke us Old Vectra or Focus, any will do man pull up with toasters You aint seen nothing self-reload and pop up like toasters, you can get toasted Niggas wanna talk bout guns like 4 years back I werent copping some These niggas wanna talk bout bread and their trapphone dead and theyre probably bruck Hear a nigga got done dirty, I aint gonna lie it was probably us I dont wanna burn this top its my favourite one, but I know that its gotta be done Just saw me a opp from the rear, the driver know that its gotta get spun All that wass on the track, see me live, these niggas just run And the pigs start spinning that drum, all they found was spinners and pumps All I ever hear is waps, tell em boys go get it and come I owe my plug, I gotta supply these digits Break bread with the niggas that I love, so I divide these figures She fell in love with a drug dealer Bad b come to the Niz for the d, now she wanna go meet and liquor And I aint too proud of my previous Cah I say intent to supply, but I didnt intend to supply A nigga just had to invest and supply My T-house needs this re right now but I stall cah Im letting it dry You cant see me get smoked on my block, let alone let it run twice My line ring off for a week, and Ive never been more depressed When I rise I gotta send these texts and dodge this obbo Im always on edge This one time my line went dead and I thought to myself that I gotta do deals I been hungry so I gotta do meals, too much fakes Ive gotta do real Bad b come to the Niz for the d, now she wanna eat lobster in Hills How opps still throwing up deuces, this beef needs copper and steel Im running for the reloads in my boxers, Im still pissed if this dinger gets wheeled Summertime got the swammy concealed and Im good with this bottle of Posted up with my trackie and new shoes, bro cant roll with me cah he too loose Got old friends that Ive got to shoot, free Bradz that guy is a screwloose Told them man they cant fuck with me and them fuckboys there Ive got to choose Dont get caught in the crossfire Get round there in a bruck down Vauxhall, looking like it just got hotwired Pigs had me sat for a long time, still tryna prove that I conspired Exercise yard with the barbed wire Intent to supply and they said Im the supplier Take this ting for a joke like Quagmire Till I make this beat like Sapphire I owe my plug, I gotta supply these digits Break bread with the niggas that I love, so I divide these figures She fell in love with a drug dealer Bad b come to the Niz for the d, now she wanna go meet and liquor And I aint too proud of my previous Cah I say intent to supply, but I didnt intend to supply A nigga just had to invest and supply My T-house needs this re right now but I stall cah Im letting it dry You cant see me get smoked on my block, let alone let it run twiceEmbed

Heavy Metal Lyrics Heavy Metal Gang gotta dish it all out, and thats when they will respect you We go there apply all this pressure, they cannot be disrespectful , because they all know that its levels Real talk they know that its levels Times that I cooked in that kettle and metal, I hit induction and settled those metals My cutlery was a metal, thats why I love me some metal Bad b come to the Niz for the D, moretime it aint nothing but leisure It come like the D made of metal, and shorty digging for treasure Step round there all I need is metal, really take risks its mental We already knew bout drilling, before we ever done it on the instrumentals We would ride with metal on pedals, before we ever done it in rentals Back then it was kitchen utensils, real life we come a long way from pencils Put sweets in the skeng, but they kinda come more like Strepsils The hustle goes right through my vessels I got the fiends moving like United, back in the 90s they coming for trebles I went and got myself indicted, I done a good finish and I made the net nestle I done it from kway like Hernán Crespo TT smelling like Dettol, still distribute balls like Deco I love my one level and a trackie, I couldnt care less about Kenzo Heavy Metal, tryna catch more than an AM with a Skengdo But I still step with my shank, cah every little helps like Tesco Heavy metal Gang gotta dish it all out, and thats when they will respect you We go there apply all this pressure, they cannot be disrespectful , because they all know that its levels Real talk they know that its levels Times that I cooked in that kettle and metal, I hit induction and settled those metals My cutlery was a metal, thats why I love me some metal Bad b come to the Niz for the D, moretime it aint nothing but leisure It come like the D made of metal, and shorty digging for treasure I was in the jailhouse doing up Zanco, had no charger playing with cables They aint even knew I was able, now Im getting phone calls about labels We just cant compare these risks, live corn on my hip while Im live on the radio 7 times out of 10 gang got it, if you want you can test that ratio I told my young one get this bread, but hell still smoke if I say so How many new strips have I hit with 8 balls, Im still putting Dudley brothers on tables I was serving in the rain while I didnt have no raincoat I been married to Elizabeth and them man were unfaithful Now for my freedom Im grateful But I still got opps, so if I go there and catch me one thats Finders Keepers like Kojo and Mabel Make sure the treys full, I leave something unstable Show man a real meaning of leanin, come like they just drank a whole crateful Heavy Metal Gang gotta dish it all out, and thats when they will respect you We go there apply all this pressure, they cannot be disrespectful , because they all know that its levels Real talk they know that its levels Times that I cooked in that kettle and metal, I hit induction and settled those metals My cutlery was a metal, thats why I love me some metal Bad b come to the Niz for the D, moretime it aint nothing but leisure It come like the D made of metal, and shorty digging for treasure Heavy Metal Gang gotta dish it all out, and thats when they will respect you We gotta apply all this pressure, they cannot be disrespectful , because they all know that its levels Real talk they know that its levels TImes that I cooked in that kettle and metal, I hit induction and settled those metals My cutlery was a metal, thats why I love me some metal Bad b come to the Niz for the D, moretime it aint nothing but leisure It come like the D made of metal, and shorty digging for treasureEmbed

Ball In Peace Lyrics One T house settings, more time on the M, you know where Im heading Got this table thats filled with twenties and tenners, I got a T house fetish Spent most of my teens in a bando, only this year I start knowing bout debits When the fiends in the town need to score off me, I didnt care bout score and credit I couldnt tell you a time cash fell at my feet, Headie had to go and get it How many times Ive been a tennant, upsie, I paid nine rocks to rent it Came out of jail and I didnt get to celebrate my twenty first and twentieth I werent even home one week when I got that Nina and press her I just out me O of each and it gets me a shotty and a stolen Jeep I had a good run this week This fiend dont want me to trap out her yard no more, I guess she got cold feet You know that bando firing hot, gangdem still trapping out Sophies Ive been just tryna ball in peace Im either OT dealing with the drug squad or in the hood, its armed police I took a chase and I threw that boot, I done done it on site like Cardi B Feds pissed off they cant find no smoke, all up in my yard, doing carpentry All up in court tryna tarnish me, I hope my lawyer go hard for me Real OT boy, why you think feds cant lock me in Isis? And if I was locked in a local, that was for works or violence Told shawty Go get her a man that does both Still gotta peel off a bread for a smoke All I ever want is a gun I can stroke, bitch, can you play that part for me? If we get bagged with this .44 long, will you take the charge for me? I told shawty, I dont jugg, I just rap and I do construction partially But Im on the M-way doing up map What you think I do with this cash? Fastest blacked out Beamer with the gang, still jump out, do it and dash Cant tell me bout hustle, jailhouse, I done it with spice and hash You cant tell me bout upsey deliveries, bandos, any excuse for the trap I was kilometres from home tryna charge three fiddy for an ounce of amm Now its dinner in Hakkasan Ive been just tryna ball in peace Im either OT dealing with the drug squad or in the hood, its armed police I took a chase and I threw that boot, I done done it on site like Cardi B Feds pissed off they cant find no smoke, all up in my yard, doing carpentry All up in court tryna tarnish me, I hope my lawyer go hard for meEmbed

Mainstream Lyrics Teach me Teach, teach Labour or Conservatives, I aint got a preference The only thing that they consider is two thirds of a sentence I was spreadin down some years on a bench press Sav was just beatin round a Wraith when they done the election My nigga Frogga said theres two ninas sellin Tell them, Fling in two extra, we aint takin no pressure Me and RV started twinnin, was comparin wetters Now wе compare whats better, thе Bentley or the Tesla Home visit, red carpets to the carpets at the premiers My main bitch a Latin, dont give away my treasure Still gettin sponsored, listenin to Skepta Now I listen to myself gettin spun on 1XTRA Mainstream rapper, autographs on the wing Mainstream rapper, but my ass full of cling Have you ever touched the wing and then been dead broke? Dirty models fuckin on you til that bed broke On a tour bus, a couple Encros I cant get my prints on them ten notes I still dodge the Jakes, ten toes Featherstone on an envelope Mainstream rapper, autographs on the wing Mainstream rapper, but my ass full of cling Have you ever touched the wing and then been dead broke? Dirty models fuckin on you til that bed broke They put fifty on my head Who am I beefin with with that kind of bread? It must be Kanye, or the other half of the Wests When jail hits, I cant be doin it myself My neighbour got bills to pay, I bet you do that shit for twelve Before they meet the guys, they want the pussy on a pedestal I tell that bitch, Go put that on a shelf Thought I was done goin jail to jail My first time was 012, stuffed that nina with bells while I belt Glistens on my past and my present Cah I see mama, Ima make her dance independent Five top twenties last year, I didnt realise I told my label, Im just happy to be still alive Mainstream rapper, autographs on the wing Mainstream rapper, but my ass full of cling Have you ever touched the wing and then been dead broke? Dirty models fuckin on you til that bed broke On a tour bus, a couple Encros I cant get my prints on them ten notes I still dodge the Jakes, ten toes Featherstone on an envelope Mainstream rapper, autographs on the wing Mainstream rapper, but my ass full of cling Have you ever touched the wing and then been dead broke? Dirty models fuckin on you til that bed brokeEmbed

Caution Lyrics When we slide through theres no stalling Car doors open your only warning Caution, caution, distribute corn in They start running away Reverse this drilling on me No way, no way, no no no Im that young nigga living I aint tryna be on all them niggas just existing I gotta do these drillings I been drilling, I been drilling, I been drilling, I been drilling They complain that I dont listen Cos I say the same shit, tell me something different Shawty went low, she went and gave me something different I sealed the deal, I made that shit official Studio, Im laying something different My lil nigga hungry I just pay him something different Food was came with something different Chicken mixed with steak and thats the taste of something different They look into my eyes and they can tell theres something missing 2 guns I was screaming fuck the system Something different why they think Im on the same shit On the opp block in different places This is my religion, from the streets Im educated Bottle of Ciroc has got me faded I took all of these cases, they someone that caught no different Food case and an AM, didnt know no different All my niggas wanna grind, all these nittys on the line they having my niggas sipping wine I hope the yutes come with an appetite, do damage like Escargot to the belly have that, big bully here so you know they wont clap that Slap that, tan that, Bolo stones so that mad fact It couldve been a spinner but I came with something different He couldve got away but I came with something different Couldve seen another day but the machine kept on spitting I hit him with the rhythm, another nigga missing The stones will therefore lift him When we slide through theres no stalling Car doors open your only warning Caution, caution, distribute corn in They start running away Reverse this drilling on me No way, no way, no no no no no way When we slide through theres no stalling Car doors open your only warning Caution, caution, distribute corn in They start running away Reverse this drilling on me No way, no way, no no no no no wayEmbed

Everything Nice Lyrics The foods nice The drinks nice The views nice Youre nice Everythings nice Let me put you on that new-new I got a lotta choices but I choose you The streets are the thing that I been used to Hows your purse, girl? There space to hold this deuce-deuce? She ask me when I change, I tell her, Soon Make her forget when I take off the roof Wе no stress around that, Ima let her choosе Buy her Chanel, put her in the mood, One Her skin out in case she aint no two-tone Aint nobody like it when I move loads One of her bredrins, I can bring a few home Ill get you when Im flexin with the crew My gyal, tell mi what yuh want What yuh like? Anyting or any time So we fly, anywhere we go Where yuh like? Anyting or any time Everyting nice She want everyting nice She want everyting nice She want everyting nice Ima work you out but I aint no PT You da main gyal, dem a CC And she love to get so freaky Flavours send me outer space on some E.T Whos the man? Whos the man now? Rum-pa-pa-pum, thats a man down I was on the low, Im gettin bands now I can turn a hater to a fan now Let me put you in that new-new You make a nigga say, Ooh-ooh Theres so many but I choose you Theres so many but I choose you My gyal, tell mi what yuh want What yuh like? Anyting or any time So we fly, anywhere we go Where yuh like? Anyting or any time Everyting nice She wan everyting nice She wan everyting nice She wan everyting My gyal, tell mi what yuh want What yuh like? Anyting or any time So we fly, anywhere we go Where yuh like? Anyting or any time Everyting nice She wan everyting nice She wan everyting nice She wan everyting nice She want everything nice Them haters, they never wanna let you live life We coming from the mud, we gotta celebrate life Let me inside , let me inside She look so good, I look at everyting twice Attitude sweet and that Chanaynay sittin nice Ill bring you something for your side, we aint checkin the price Anyting or any time My gyal, tell mi what yuh want What yuh like? Anyting or any time So we fly, anywhere we go Where yuh like? Anyting or any time Everyting nice She wan everyting nice She wan everyting nice She wan everyting My gyal, tell mi what yuh want What yuh like? Anyting or any time So we fly, anywhere we go Where yuh like? Anyting or any time Everyting nice She wan everyting nice She wan everyting nice She wan everyting nice Yeah, you feel me, fam?Embed

Issa Mood Lyrics PJ Pipe It Up Cuz Told that shawty she cant touch but she cant look Back your donny, know this nigga dont play by the book I been out years, I gotta get it how I should VVS on me its a mood Me no love the winner, loose the roof Man need some mink fur on me prrrr Stuff that auto in a 4-door, then I skrr Fortune and I richest cos I could We aint do no talking we just shh-shh Wonder why our friends turn on me I say hmm-hmm Dual barrel with my brode they say su-su Keep on fuckree and she love it Got this figure on me, shes a fruit When they just want something to hold on too This fresher than a Siri make her mumble We play but now we play 1-2s Ive been countin, been countin it VVS shining, they go blind if they doubting it Made some bands today so tonight Im allowed the set Babe come sex on me Babe come flex on me I know my bro form long time, you just found your set We tighter than them jeans on the towie we set Dont get lost by the wave or youll drown in it Babe come flex on me Babe come sex on me Dancing diamonds be the mood Dancing girls in the room This aint no regular life Plenty shawties to choose Headie One, I dont know which one to choose They just want me to make em buss like what we do to choose too Stack that paper till the money cant fold up Supergirls in supercars doing donut Big buds in the ting This aint no dargs We didnt chose this life, it chose us Told that shawty she cant touch but she cant look Back your donny, know this nigga dont play by the book I been out years, I gotta get it how I should VVS on me its a mood Me no love the winner, loose the roof Man need some mink fur on me prrrr Stuff that auto in a 4-door, then I skrr Fortune and I richest cos I could I done a split on a stored Free all bros, I would if I could We over dem sides with a broom If dem boys der start acting like fools Love for all my juvees All of these clips like a movie Dis aint me, real talk thats me thats Loubs They want me have nothing to lose Cos they know this nigga cruel We hit those in those targets and those girls, ohh-uhh We dem young niggas winning, its a moodEmbed

22 Carats Lyrics Nardey, cest chaud ça, ha-ha Scar Hey La mala est gangx One, Headie One Grr, hey, hey Y a que sous drogue ou dans ta puss que jme sens bien Jsuis dans la sique et les : Tu veux combien ? Tu mas laissé partir, maintenant, guette cque je deviens Que Dieu mrappelle si je reviens Et jferai mеs opps que jsois en Gucci, Prada ou Céline Jsuis rempli de ice comme Headie One, oui, cest du vrai, chérie Ma money membellit, bellit, bellit, toujours un mbéli Vingt-deux carats, paraît qujsuis vulgaire or qujles polis Jordan 4s, Jordan 1s, hand tings, we got more than one Before gang got turn up, kash got bagged with a loaded gun It was T house livin, no Jeremy Corbyn With them dirty waps, it werent up for auction My survivor GP, but couldnt survive a Trey 2, awkward Wish I never knew what rose gold— Did the chandelier here cost me a mortgage? Gang masked up in COVID, but, they dont care bout COVID With all this war, I cant feel emotion The clips get filled, Foden And if it aint wrap then the bando still open Y a que sous drogue ou dans ta puss que jme sens bien Jsuis dans la sique et les : Tu veux combien ? Tu mas laissé partir, maintenant, guette cque je deviens Que Dieu mrappelle si je reviens Et jferai mes opps que jsois en Gucci, Prada ou Céline Jsuis rempli de ice comme Headie One, oui, cest du vrai, chérie Ma money membellit, bellit, bellit, toujours un mbéli Vingt-deux carats, paraît qujsuis vulgaire or qujles polis I cant save a ho, she like, she just out there broken I put ice on my wrist but, it aint been swollen I seen bro get twelve He gotta do two feather with half a sentence like a semicolon How much time did I ride that four-door truck? I aint take my phone in All we did was ride, Trojan All they did was hide, Macaulay Culkin I got bad for worse, had to spend all night till my shorty lotionin On pull up ta loc, tu perds ta caution Aucun manque de respect, on tcautionne, traîne avec bosseurs et inconscients Si javais pas médis dla race humaine, jsrais dégoûté À elle, tas parlé sur nous, jcrois bien quon va séviter Bitch, envoie mes talbins, hey Bitch, envoie mes tales ou pour nous, tu vas débiter Y a que sous drogue ou dans ta puss que jme sens bien Jsuis dans la sique et les : Tu veux combien ? Tu mas laissé partir, maintenant, guette cque je deviens Que Dieu mrappelle si je reviens Et jferai mes opps que jsois en Gucci, Prada ou Céline Jsuis rempli de ice comme Headie One, oui, cest du vrai, chérie Ma money membellit, bellit, bellit, toujours un mbéli Vingt-deux carats, paraît qujsuis vulgaire or qujles polis Jordan 4s, Jordan 1, hand tings, we got more than one Before gang got turn up, kash got bagged with a loaded gun It was T house livin, no Jeremy Corbyn With them dirty waps, it werent up for auction My survivor GP, but couldnt survive a Trey 25Embed

Came In the Scene Lyrics Turn, turn My kindness for weakness Im famous, paranoid , outside mans rollin in a tinted Jeep with demons Turn up How can I tell people Stop the violence? Yeah Came in the scene beefin We started off bringin waps to the label meetings Freestyle in the Snoochie show, with a trey-eight tucked in my tracksuit Way back then it was Ellesse Only God knows why Im here Maybe all the fans wanna see street shit Theres gunpowder in the atmosphеre Bro got birded and caught him a phoenix I still feel it , yеah They see me smilin, they wanna take my kindness for weakness Im famous, paranoid, outside mans rollin in a tinted Jeep with demons How can I tell people Stop the violence? , yeah Theres a war outside, I got blood on my diamonds I done came on the scene, cocaine residue on my Nike Tech I tried their music course in B6, Im on TV, but cant believe it I just pray I just dont go broke, Im still on my second strike for PWITS Street shit Bro cant catch him an opp and put it on the net Ill slap him and tell him Delete it Got married to the game, no prenup Thats how I got the bronem when they need it I went Dubai, bros tryna tell me bout works Cant even take in the scenery Believe me Came in the scene beefin We started off bringin waps to the label meetings Freestyle in the Snoochie show, with a trey-eight tucked in my tracksuit Way back then it was Ellesse Only God knows why Im here Maybe all the fans wanna see street shit Came in the scene beefin We started off bringin waps to the label meetings Freestyle in the Snoochie show, with a three-eight tucked in my tracksuit Way back then it was Ellesse Only God knows why Im here Maybe all the fans wanna see street shit I came in the scene, I heard its a thousand pound for a show Then Im on the stage with the grub in my cheeks On the M-way, Nike Tech Fleece The car on the left it might be police Spent that sand on a six shot pump Funny how now we can spend it on jeans That sit nice with my Celine You ever been in a BBC interview, trap phone ringin nonstop? Its ridicul I was doin up packs and potions way before I went on tour there in Liverpool Caught a case and I told bae, I have to leave Came right back, Desailly I came off my flight in Greece I told Drake I just listened to GREECE in Greece Came in the scene beefin We started off bringin waps to the label meetings Freestyle in the Snoochie show, with a trey-eight tucked in my tracksuit Way back then it was Ellesse Only God knows why Im here Maybe all the fans wanna see street shit Came in the scene beefin We started off bringin waps to the label meetings Freestyle in the Snoochie show, with a trey-eight tucked in my tracksuit Way back then it was Ellesse Only God knows why Im here Maybe all the fans wanna see street shit Embed