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Ring My Line Lyrics If e no be money no call me If it ain’t about the money don’t call me If e no be money no call me But if it is ring ring make you ring my line Hey they say I changed Cause me dey my lane Take that bad energy comot my face Dem vex they say I change Them dey expect say I go be the same boy Why e dey pain you say I no dey need you no morе The matter be say If е no be money no call me If it ain’t about the money don’t call me If e no be money no call me But if it is ring ring make you ring my line If e no be money no call me If it ain’t about the money don’t call me If no be money don’t call me But if it is ring ring make ring my line Hey they say I changed Hey cause I dey my lane Take the bad energy comot my face Dem vex they say I changed Them dey expect say I be the same boy Oh nah nah nah ey hey, yeah Me I dey move Just dey waka I just dey face my front and my matter Nkw3 moko sane me I no dey bother Water my dreams so say One day one day dey go grow big Nyame nkoaa ne ma gyenkwa I gat big dreams no dey play no dey stutter DMX k33 loyalty before the money dat be how we dey live, yeah If you know me you know say I be real Money makes some changes but money didn’t change me No dey fear no dey make nothing dey shake me Oh na na I get big dreams o I dey do am for my people o My people dey depend on me o I no fit give up on my people o Oh na na Still Hey they say I changed Hey cause I dey my lane Take the bad energy comot my face Dem vex they say I changed Them dey expect say I be the same boy Oh nah nah nah ey Oh nah nah nah ey hey, boy They didnt wanna take me in they labeled me a rebel Motivate myself in mirror trying on my necklace Put this mortgage on my chest cos it could have been a sentence Put this mortgage on my kettle cos we cooking in a kettle Got this cute one and she got freckles Sexy bitches hit me up i aint replying to their messages Its better with a city view everything expensive Fresher than a cereal contaminate my beverage Rely on people never They had me in my cell feeling sentimental huh Out of sight Out of mind Them man wasnt expecting us Minutes later come home and let me level up Niggas turn treacherous Now they upset with us Music and Road its had to keep them both seperate All the time i couldnt hit that laver I had to hit the strip with pebbles If e no be money no call me If it ain’t about the money don’t call me If no be money don’t call me But if it is ring ring make ring my line If e no be money no call me If it ain’t about the money don’t call me If no be money don’t call me But if it is ring ring make ring my line1Embed

Badness Lyrics Drillers and Trappers Trappers and Drillers Link up for me on this one Yo JM Val, we have to make sure I sound nice They need to hear me You gotta tell em my level so they hear the motto Cos this summer... its drill or be drilled Its every man for themselves Wag1? Wheres their waps? Its like this hoe just won an award, from the way that this bitch so clapped I might blank that hoe, cos Im about to ride with the MizOrMac Upsuh for a month, where the kits want kit for kat No licence Fuck driving that bitch around, I rather make my line do mileage Like Samurai Jack go mains, Samurai Jack go find em Like niggas dont wan beef the gang, niggas know the gang too violent, niggas know that the gang too violent Free B hes on savage shit, he make a nigga do the mannequin I treat your girl like a footy team and like Mourinho man a manage it Upsuh on some trapping shit, upsuh on some lavish shit I need a gyal from overseas so when I fuck her out on some Spanish shit Couldve give dem boy some shells for the... But I rather give him slugs And that bitch aint really your girl, she aint your bestfriend like fuck They aint riding on me, niggas aint riding on us Its like old schools whacking up opps, whacking these guys on the bus We do the road with things on us, intending to cause man damage Manna savages darg we dont panic Man step through best, mind how ya move, mind how ya talk You dont wanna see by slap it Shut your mouth youre not active You think twice before slapping, you aint really bout badness We do the road with things on us, intending to cause man damage Manna savages darg we dont panic Man step through best, mind how ya move, mind how ya talk You dont wanna see by slap it Shut your mouth youre not active You think twice before slapping, you aint really bout badness You niggas just bad with your mates, more time when I ride, Im on my own Leave a hoe strip taped, same colour as the flag from Monaco Cah when I buss this lead, Im a touch his head If not its chest, neck, face or collarbone Ring-ring trap when Im on the road Got light and dark for a shotting crow Just picked up some food Now I got a box and a ped like I work in Dominoes But theres no pizza, 24/7 like Nisa I know them niggas dont like me But its cool I dont like them either Let off shots with finesse, like I press L1 on FIFA Gunsmoke looking like shisha Or you get dipped like you aint got a Visa Bad b come to the niz, she feels my aura like Rita Tell her come offer some briz, dont bother try act like a diva Pengtings all wanna cuff me, feeling like Met police Just phoned up Tuggzy, like come we invest in heat 15 clip thats lovely, still I want extra sweets Condolescene card for your mumzy All the opps gotta rest in peace We do the road with things on us, intending to cause man damage Manna savages darg we dont panic Man step through best , mind how ya move, mind how ya talk You dont wanna see by slap it Shut your mouth youre not active You think twice before slapping, you aint really bout badness We do the road with things on us, intending to cause man damage Manna savages darg we dont panic Man step through best, mind how ya move, mind how ya talk You dont wanna see by slap it Shut your mouth youre not active You think twice before slapping, you aint really bout badness Before I ever knew bout winning All I knew was to take an L Opps dont wanna sleep on a vio But theyre gonna have to take that L Have I really been 8 jails? That mop and bucket, I really hate that smell My young boy sitting down cos he hit a jake and he hate that cell All now they aint letting him home Theyll have to do me the same as well Cah I smashed that AM and the food case as well Feels like that first time in my life that I aint threatened by the cage or bell But I still gotta take these risks Sawn off and Aisha bells Bad b come to the niz for the d, I told bae I hate that girl I get enough stress from the bando, I could never chase that girl Pigs have a terrible time tryna make me tell Thats why they tryna do man dirty, like Johnny Dillinger Doing road in my trackie and sliders, not Tommy Hilfiger My life already like a movie, I aint even gotta go cinema Embed

Zodiac Lyrics Yo Real road rap, all black, jailhouse Head back, picky like Kodak T house, straight cash when I sold that Didnt do texts like WhatsApp Spend that prof on smoke Cause all year round, I was ready for combat I was in that ride, on that glide Just one day after I signed that contract My man comes for the buj But Lucy only does rock like wombats Eighteens eat dinner, never looks so bulgy when its all compact Sixty in my pack, swear the packet never knew I was on that Course he was gobsmacked Black blade contact make an opp go old Tryna make a Martell, Cognac Still count them twenties an fold that Gotta aim for the kill, cant hold back Them man rap, but theyre liars, its not facts Go ask Can I get my flow back? Bad B comes to the Nizz Couldnt care if she was Scorpio or zodiac Feds went an booted off my door I didnt get to ask, Can I get my door back? Still count them twenties an fold that Gotta aim for the kill, cant hold back Them man rap, but theyre liars, its not facts Go ask Can I get my flow back? Bad B comes to the Nizz Couldnt care if she was Scorpio or zodiac Feds went an booted off my door I didnt get to ask Can I get my door back? I was givin out pics like Kodak Light and dark, Benny Banks and Joe Black Had two Rambos, thats two fishes Them Pisces aint even my zodiac My bro Tuck always talkin bout scorps And it aint cause he was born in November Ride on the opps, light up the block Do it like Guy Fawkes in November Heavyweight chips kept changin whip Ran through the whole lot, enterprise She wants me to buy her a bag Im a sav but there aint no gem in I Man spent it on skengs and ice OFB got the block lookin gentrified They say we just rap, thats hilarious Get splashed like Aquarius for tellin lies Still count them twenties an fold that Gotta aim for the kill, cant hold back Them man rap, but theyre liars, its not facts Go ask Can I get my flow back? Bad B comes to the Nizz Couldnt care if she was Scorpio or zodiac Feds went an booted off my door I didnt get to ask Can I get my door back? Still count them twenties an fold that Gotta aim for the kill, cant hold back Them man rap, but theyre liars, its not facts Go ask Can I get my flow back? Bad B comes to the Nizz Couldnt care if she was Scorpio or zodiac Feds went an booted off my door I didnt get to ask Can I get my door back? Opp block settings with Brandon and Ogback I can really show man bout throwback Free the mandem, I want my bros back Gangnem do what they wanna like MoStack Opp block settings with Brandon and Ogback I can really show bout man throwback Free the mandem, I want my bros back Gangnem do what they wanna like MoStack Still count them twenties an fold that Gotta aim for the kill, cant hold back Them man rap, but theyre liars, its not facts Go ask Can I get my flow back? Bad B comes to the Nizz Couldnt care if she was Scorpio or zodiac Feds went an booted off my door I didnt get to ask Can I get my door back? Still count them twenties an fold that Gotta aim for the kill, cant hold back Them man rap, but theyre liars, its not facts Go ask Can I get my flow back? Bad B comes to the Nizz Couldnt care if she was Scorpio or zodiac Feds went an booted off my door I didnt get to ask Can I get my door back?Embed

Told Lyrics That’s what I was told you know Loyalty first, that’s the code you know I still walk a thin line between music and road That’s what I was told you know Family first, that’s the code you know I still walk the thin line between music and road Loyalty first, that’s the code you know I still walk a 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 Still walk the thin line between music and road They think I done juju All cause the jury couldn’t get a majority vote Before the judge told me go home you know That’s what I was told you know That’s what I was told you know That’s what I was told you know 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 Loyalty first that’s the code you know I still walk a thin line between music and road 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 Thats what I was told you know My sisters here and my family I do this all for you know You know That’s what I was told you know That’s what I was told you know That’s what I was told you know That’s what I was told you know That’s what I was told you know That’s what I was told you know That’s what I was told you know Family first, that’s the code you know I still walk the thin line between music and road Loyalty first, that’s the code you know To bring ma back I’d go broke you know Still walk the thin line between music and roadEmbed

Smoke Lyrics Smoke, dust Phones, drugs Soc, cuffs No love Smoke, dust Phones, drugs Soc, cuffs No love Love, no love, I know how it feels to be forgotten Shorty say she cant do this, Im sorry Notice yeah, I nearly choked upon my porridge Months gone by and you aint heard from none of the broskis Tap water diluted orange, its a Northern jail, Im coloured Trust, I cant even trust myself Old days Id walk with a trey or 12 Bro ask why, cah my health is wealth How many risky cards got dealt? You know how many lonely nights I felt? All the times I got empty promise I cant trust a soul, I just trust my pockets Smoke, dust Phones, drugs Soc, cuffs No love Smoke, dust Phones, drugs Soc, cuffs No love Hugs, no hugs, I had to hug my thoughts Nobody come to court, I just done couple months on tour The judge thought this is suttin I aint done before Only if you knew that I got bout six Lost couple times that I touched up fours Gloves, theres so much that the Feds cant know that I done I was in court relyin on luck Touch that studio and now Im up The youth finna wanna be like me But it was ups and downs Pains and frowns, it was done before I saw the Sun Smoke, dust Phones, drugs Soc, cuffs No love Smoke, dust Phones, drugs Soc, cuffs No love, one Smoke, dust Phones, drugs Soc, cuffs No love, love Sui, sui Turn, turn, turn, turn One Sui, sui, sui, su-su-su-su-sui Turn, turn Turn, turn Turn, turn, turn, turn OneEmbed

Take Risks Lyrics No risk no reward, I gotta take risks Headie One want it all, I gotta ball, I take risks I keep it real to the core, I will never take this If Headie One gripping the 4s, I dare a nigga to take risks I told em nobody made me, it’s just Headie that made this These bitches come and they go, shawty you can’t change this That bitch there said I’m taking too much risks, that bitch just cramping my style Well done you was taking risks back then, but we’re the ones taking risks now I stuck my different day, but still I’m on the same shit All of this white on the table, nobody can’t call me racist Been getting complaints from the biggies upsuh and they said I push weights in All I’ve done that was the late shift, that 3 hour drive needs to change All my workers know Headie One do not condone installation I got my driver there waiting, you know I got uncle waiting And this bitch on the phone, and she talking some breath bare shit She bout to run out of patience, so you can condone cos I gotta take risks I gotta take risks, she said I should be more sensible My schedule’s so far from flexible, this shit I got it ain’t edible This shit I got here is memorable, so they find it hard to remember you You don’t take risks for the block, you’re ineligible No risk no reward, I gotta take risks Headie One want it all, I gotta ball, I take risks I keep it real to the core, I will never take this If Headie One gripping the 4s, I dare a nigga to take risks I told em nobody made me, it’s just Headie that made this These bitches come and they go, shawty you can’t change this That bitch there said I’m taking too much risks, that bitch just cramping my style Well done you was taking risks back then, but we’re the ones taking risks now I’m married to the streets, I stood at the top of that aisle My solicitor said the CPS printing them files off and taking that trial 4 and a half of each, I’m brucking that down I’m travelling miles I told they needed a night shift and I do the day shift Run through 1000s, I remember when I couldn’t see a 100 But now I see tings in abundance, they don’t know my teeth don’t need braces Got a big ting on the block and it feels like it’s been there for ages Feds had me locked on the wing and I feel like I’ve been there for ages My team do dippings and drillings, hard works amazing Pressplay , we don’t leave traces , if it ain’t worth the risk then I will not take it That’s what I tell all my niggas, we gotta handle our business No risk no reward, I gotta take risks Headie One want it all, I gotta ball, I take risks I keep it real to the core, I will never take this If Headie One gripping the 4s, I dare a nigga to take risks I told em nobody made me, it’s just Headie that made this These bitches come and they go, shawty you can’t change this That bitch there said I’m taking too much risks, that bitch just cramping my style you was taking risks back then, but we’re the ones taking risks now No risk no reward, I gotta take risks Headie One want it all, I gotta ball, I take risks I keep it real to the core, I will never take this If Headie One gripping the 4s, I dare a nigga to take risks I told em nobody made me, it’s just Headie that made this These bitches come and they go, shawty you can’t change this That bitch there said I’m taking too much risks, that bitch just cramping my style you was taking risks back then, but we’re the ones taking risks nowEmbed

Impress Me Lyrics Ayy, yo I got these golden ones in the VIP, all tryna impress me And they dont want me for me, if they cant have me, then theyll have my bredrin And they dont love me for me, they probably just love my necklace If they cant press me, then I go, Presley, Elvis This bad B sendin me selfies, pretend its about red velvet Course she⁠—, course she didnt forget to go get her self in I was on Portland, Durham, Thameside, she aint know me when I was in Feltham Still love when they buck me in person, from all of the gyaldem She dont want me for me, thats why theres makeup all over the foreign She see me in DnG, oh, now we got suttin in common She said that Im puttin on weight, where were you when I was puttin on weight from porridge? She probably wouldnt eat with me if it wasnt steak and lobster She see me in expensive Jeeps , wanna hop in Would you have walked with me when I had to walk to college She wanna talk about the weekend, not bout my problems All I talk is drugs, guns, commas Youre a good girl, why you wanna be around with the drillers, shottas? You dont wanna be at the shootouts but when were out in the summer, topless And she dont want me for me, she aint got options This nigga next to me got bread and a whole lotta watches I got these golden ones in the VIP, all tryna impress me And they dont want me for me, if they cant have me, then theyll have my bredrin And they dont love me for me, they probably just love my necklace If they cant press me, then I go, Presley, Elvis This bad B sendin me selfies, pretend its about red velvet Course she⁠—, course she didnt forget to go get her self in I was on Portland, Durham, Thameside, she aint know me when I was in Feltham Still love when they buck me in person, from all of the gyaldem She dont want me for me, I clocked her and now she wanna beef with me She dont wanna be seen with me if it aint in the passy of the GLE She dont want matching feelings, she wanna match double Gs with me She wanna go swing Ps, but wouldnt touch the ends, do a re with me She wanna do it officially with me, but if I werent lit, shell leave She wanna press me, pressed on a Championship team She dont want me for me, she just want the wads in my Diesel jeans Thats the only thing she sees in me, she dont want me for me I got these golden ones in the VIP, all tryna impress me And she dont want me for me, then she probably had Headie, already Bust down my neck, yeah Now she thinks Im sexy, wanna do Nelly and Kelly But thats a dilemma, ahh Oh, nah, nah-nah-nah Girl, you gotta do better, uh-uh, theres no pressure I got these golden ones in the VIP, all tryna impress me And they dont want me for me, if they cant have me, then theyll have my bredrin And they dont love me for me, they probably just love my necklace If they cant press me, then I go, Presley, Elvis This bad B sendin me selfies, pretend its about red velvet Course she⁠—, course she didnt forget to go get her self in I was on Portland, Durham, Thameside, she aint know me when I was in Feltham Still love when they buck me in person, from all of the gyaldem2Embed

Back to Back Lyrics Ayy, CZR you did a mazza still Yo, turn Flip, flip Turn, turn How many times am I gonna need clingfilm? First time I see a .36, I just stared at the box like Id been bingin Come like the bujj was famous, the way I used to ask for pictures I really fucked up the quality, why did I buy the PM in a Rizla? You ever gone up suh? Done a re in a bruck Insignia? Then stuffed two smokes in that same Insignia, I tried to turn the opp block Syria Told my aunt Ill talk the GGs, tell em stop drillin it I had to lie to Aunty Terrier Made quarter mill off drill , still Ill go drill a pagan No reconciliation Fuck all of my opps, its personal Just chopped the crop, get pulled by cops, Ill tell em its personal And I was tryna off white before I knew about Virgil Pray that the gang dont catch you Mashed so much work on the opp block When I die, they gotta build a statue Did it bait that day, was a mad move I cheffed him, coulda left him Never had to, but I had to Keep it one hunna, niggas know my angle, never been acute Yo, two hand tings, twin sisters, one a bit older, Serena and Venus I say a prayer, then I glide, I dun took them risks, I believe in Jesus Two packs like Ferb and Phineas, I made Phineas Ferb Me and bro see a opp, then he chinged it , Im surprised his wrist isnt hurt Bro did slap it in reverse, but theres times he didnt reverse He slapped in drive and he mounted that pavement Thats gangnem drillin out twelve Or hop out the ride tryna shave mans head back , Fabian Delph Then I pray to the Lord that I dont end up in a cell I never used to smoke like that Since them opps turnt pack, Im a stoner If you add up the works that gang did Thats a hundred stabs like Aidonia Did road with a mask and gloves Way before man knew about Corona To get my wap, I text my yat Like Dexta Daps ,come bring it to the owner Same girls that got their heart broken Went on Facebook and switched their status Move like they wont free up the cooch cause theyre Insta famous My niggas just re-up on food and bruk it down, no Mr. Vegas Grip the stainless, spill mans juice like Im mixin chasers Spill mans juice like chaser, mix that Hop out in my Air Force like DigDat Remember when we went there, done it on ridgeback Wheels still rollin, hopped off, chinged that Bro slapped off on the opp block Swear that it gave him whiplash Luckily, he locked them elbows He wasnt really tryna feel that kickback Ring trap out the bando, no giff gaff Young boy aint tryna take a break, no Kit Kat Interview room, he aint doin no chit chat Ever had jakes tryna video link that Foul play in the field, we aint even playin with shin pads Lil bro scored on a opp, but now were just sipping on liqlaq My man ran when his friend got got All now, he aint rid for his member Anytime that gang go attackin Opps full back like Timothy Mensah I asked bro what happened that day He said, four got it like he didnt remember .44 works like a DJ Load that up and spin it like Bempah Anytime me and my bro step Thats at least one swammy on us Two in the dots, three man in the whip with bally and gloves Phoned my plug for four and a half He gave me five, flang me a touch Told him bring me the pack next day like Amazon does Embed

It Was Me Lyrics Gotcha Who made this? JB made this It was me that he hopped that fence from Bro said roll safe’ cah lifes too short So the clip in the skengs long It was me on the back of that one-twos I dont know where bro got that ped from It was me and bro on the whizz tryna find where they at I ain’t talkin bout mentions I need all of these feds gone You already know what my friends on If I buy that wap and send at man Its me that the corn got sent from Its me that was settin up shop 24 hours, gettin these Zs gone No sleep in these streets, no back and forths We ain’t playin’ no ping pong How you start your own war? Now your friend got-got Little man dont want no parts Built like Tin Man, coming like Drake Either way, you ain’t got no hearts Grab my cannon and shoot man live like a camera man, just ask Corn got thrown like darts I hit my target clean then hit that bath Still gotta buss shots, what I did in the A M, hes great, hell do it with bae Shots to the chest, let it burn like praise Or Usher, bare dance when the ting here raise Hit my prey then pray Knife work shine not ye, I beg a man pree my chain I dare a man test my gangster LDs not about banter, I’m all about smoke like cancer Whole load of shit on the table, get it all wrapped like Pampers ST out with the Coke can, make the ting fizz like Fanta Got two in this unsawn Trenton Tryna leave his head back more than dented Rise up this two litre engine My young boys aint got not chill They dont wanna know nuttin bout Netflix Got nicked in the bando And hit the bando when I done my sentence I guess I aint learned my lesson Still two-0 for a three-four or six-five-0 for seven We lost a next wap, its cool Becah we still got smoke for the twos I guess the gangdem good like Megan Trident pissed cah I got NFA for a next attempted Yo Rev, aint it just getting repetitive? Seen a opp boy stare feminine Got a fresh nine to test Man take it to the 9, make sure its genuine My new ting wanna know how Im getting it She aint know Im en route with this two and a blues Cause the spot like a penalty All I do is count these notes My wap tryna make that beat like Remedy I got bad Bs sendin me nudes Probably cah Im steppin in Loubs Came a long way from being rock bottom Like the wrestlin of the move I wrap white like a Devlin tune And I step with weaponry too Last time I got nicked Had a shank so big, couldnt fit it in the evidence tube Last time that I backed my flick Couldve dislocated my wrists On the opp block everybody hates me Still go there like everyting criss Them man get wet like tissues Still, none of them aint on piss I got two in the dots and six in the spin Rudeboy, you can take your pick Many men want me dead Just like 50 Cents song Run man down in my sliders Wouldve been stressed if I ever had creps on Since I was young like Teflon I been magic with the stick Ill slap it in your wig, its a vanishin trick Like, nigga, where your head gone? It was me that he hopped that fence from Bro said roll safe cah lifes too short So the clip in the skengs long It was me on the back of that one-twos I dont know where bro got that ped from It was me and bro on the whizz tryna find where they at I aint talkin bout mentions I need all of these feds gone You already know what my friends on If I buy that wap and send at man Its me that the corn got sent from Its me that was settin up shop 24 hours, gettin these Zs gone No sleep in these streets, no back and forths We aint playin no ping pong1Embed

Ringaling Lyrics When you hear the ring-a-ling ding ding Baby girl, you know the moneys calling When you hear the ring-a-ling ding ding Baby girl, you know I got to leave to go When you hear the ring-a-ling ding ding Baby girl, you know the moneys calling When you hear the ring-a-ling ding ding Baby girl, you know I got to leave to go She wanna know how long Im gone for but Im not sure You know Im still on the road even though Im off tour Last time I was gone for a week, turned my girl mad Gotta come home with at least a Chanel bag And she more like my right hand Always picks me up from the airport when my flight lands She aint no regular girl Had to stop sellin Calis, I lost ten in the mail Told my bro Lifes sweet, make it heaven or hell Lookin for them real niggas but theyre dead or in jail Thats why I rather be with my bae overseas Honestly, right now, I got way too much keys She always thinks Im entertaining these hoes But Im in love with the money, thats relationship goals, uh And even though I live there, Im never home Cause thats that money calling on that telephone When you hear the ring-a-ling ding ding Baby girl, you know the moneys calling When you hear the ring-a-ling ding ding Baby girl, you know I got to leave to go When you hear the ring-a-ling ding ding Baby girl, you know the moneys calling When you hear the ring-a-ling ding ding Baby girl, you know I got to leave to go She know I put the work on the street Forget the word on the street Im puttin work in the T Every once in a while, go and work on the beat I just talk what I live When I say we cop smoke, I aint talkin no spliff That sawn off shotty, got it all off a shift And that Nina turn a rock, that was caused by my wrist Check my eyes, you see the pain from the tours that I did Forget crying waterfalls, the water falls on my wrist When the money start calling, Im running, not walking Three for a twenty, six for a forty Babes, you look good but Elizabeth look gorgeous Gotta chase this money, the arse is enormous When Im back home, you can get your back blown Love to watch you throw it back while I hold my crack phone D&G fragrance, say she love my tracksuit Pussy so good, I nearly told her Thank you When you hear the ring-a-ling ding ding Baby girl, you know the moneys calling When you hear the ring-a-ling ding ding Baby girl, you know I got to leave to go When you hear the ring-a-ling ding ding Baby girl, you know the moneys calling When you hear the ring-a-ling ding ding Baby girl, you know I got to leave to go1Embed

Hardest Out Lyrics Yo RV, Headie One Starish Ent, OFB, free the mandem Rah, its BKay Bkay on the beat Drillers & Trappers out now The One mixtape coming soon, Cruddy On The Streets 2 coming soon Rah, its BKay Starishent dot com I see them man dasheen Cah they always been talkers, see me in the flesh, its always been waters They come like the boy there Ashley I keep the skeng close like Roadman Shaq and Asnee 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 thats 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 OFB, all of this work on the T, my trap game on fleek Cah I know that this beef aint cheap Them man said theyre on me, them man lie too much I put designer on bae-baes feet, and I dont even like them on mine, too tough Interview room stay silent, new skeng needs a silencer I fell in love with the silent stuff I cant mix pleasure with business, sorry hun Big 4 we aint leaving no stitches, get him from close or distance Slap man in the head or torso Jump out the ride, were still moving, gotta do it like Grand Theft Auto Tuggzy and Headz my bang bros, and I aint talking about pornos I was out there with gloves and a mask when I shouldve been wearing my school clothes All straight cash, no sort code Go park and test this chrome Still throw up Fs and Os Them pricks ride out on snap, in my hood phone gets left at home They aint on at all, I dont know why they think theyre bad Shh curled up in a ball, so I had to ching mans back On the opp block in Kervans, eating or takeaway Catch man tryna take his bae, that shit there will make my day Gun sounds like 808s, put him on a box like David Haye You can hold this corn like a man, if not then youre taking chase They run from me and they run their lips, opps aint bad, they stunt in vids Tools on deck, we come equiped, sawn off cost five hundred quid Chest shot, blow out your lungs and ribs Mandem say Im too violent, I just laugh cause I love this shit Lean and finesse this drilling Or fly out the ride, fishing, Im really tryna catch me a big one Lil bro done 14 days in the T, tryna up his income Holding a skeng that I left my prints on Done birds that I aint tryna catch me a big one, drilling and trapping with wisdom Nowadays I dont know who out here wanna do me, Im feeling like Abraham Lincoln Keep a Tre for the opps moving booky, youre real lucky if you catch me loosy I couldve been three years into this eight, now Im three bites into the steak 90 on the M, gotta dodge these jakes, two on the Q, I might Middle finger to the judge, they done Brad dirty, that was unjust Lil bro doing up opp block, tryna catch a M-K-ThePlug Thats no income, no funds Bro-bro just go there and do it for the gang, thats love All I know is grub, got some TT , got to do it all up OFB do the baitest bootings, the streets know its all us All of this violence and blood, interview room, stay silent its a must I been in the jailhouse too much, Im tired of metal and cuffs I aint got a point to prove or make I really had skengs in the ride and I buss red lights tryna lose those Jakes God strike me down if Im lying All this corn Ive been flying, they add K but no one aint dying How many times have they got away, Ill soon get man down its all timing How many years I been riding, all this time they been hiding On the opp block with Headie, me and my dawg like Peter and Brian All these packs I been buying, Get Rich or Die Tryin Got six figures in savings, but keep it private like Ryan Ayy, my black rambo thats my BM Ayy, and I gotta keep it close, cah you know that the streets aint safe Ayy, drilling and trapping in my DNA I dont know these youts from the Nine, but they make diss tracks like Meek and Drake Freddy and Jason, you know thats me and H Ayy, were the reason that they leave their mates Burst with my chrome, burn my clothes, cant leave no trace I got a bag full of bells, thats new, the guns old like Theresa May OFB Starish Ent Hardest Out, GRM Hardest out for real Starishent dot com Rah, its BKayEmbed

No Caller Lyrics Pipe it up PJ Nostalgia #31#, you dont even know who rang it I just buss this plastic bag and smelt that stench, ask whats the damage Talking wass in front of my boujee ting, now shes asking whats a matic? Next one asking whats a whoosh?, told her the one where we had to drag it Better hide what we got in the car or its back to the wing where theres not enough staff Running low on snow till I put it on my boat, now weve got enough hard Other side aint got enough heart and we go on bikes if theres not enough cars I was in the T house breaking a half, watching the door like Im not in the charts Like bro said, do it and laugh, do it and run, do it for fun And we happy, done it with two till bro went coo and done it with drums I clapped when shh got whacked, what a brilliant one Anytime that we mash that work, play it dumb like it didnt get done Tap bro-bro when I see my man, gimme this one But hes too selfish, hes tryna finish this one Oh well, my works is his works, teamwork makes the dream work With a .44 on tour, lets see who we see first #31#, you dont even know who rang it I just buss this plastic bag and smelt that stench, ask whats the damage Talking wass in front of my boujee ting, now shes asking whats a matic? Next one asking whats a whoosh?, told her the one where we had to drag it #31#, you dont even know who rang it I just buss this plastic bag and smelt that stench, ask whats the damage Talking wass in front of my boujee ting, now shes asking whats a matic? Next one asking whats a whoosh?, told her the one where we had to drag it I used to dial with a 141, just to tell bro control this package You know how many 101s got sold before I went and bought a cannon Dont even ask no questions, course it got-got if got caught lackin I cant even fit this 4s in my Amiri jeans, Im into smokey fashion Opp block tour with a S on the dashboard, make sure theres no more dashing Handting and whole load of Rambos, thats a normal pattern Them man are no certain gang ting, theyre tryna force the badness X5 tryna get in front of the Benz, bragger Got this razor blade, still tryna cut all these bags up Still turn this soft to a rock in a two to the mick, no Jagger This beef gets real, no banter, still tryna turn these pricks to ganja Got this rose gold all on me, these two chains aint even from Atlanta #31#, you dont even know who rang it I just buss this plastic bag and smelt that stench, ask whats the damage Talking wass in front of my boujee ting, now shes asking whats a matic? Next one asking whats a whoosh?, told her the one where we had to drag it #31#, you dont even know who rang it I just buss this plastic bag and smelt that stench, ask whats the damage Talking wass in front of my boujee ting, now shes asking whats a matic? Next one asking whats a whoosh?, told her the one where we had to drag itEmbed

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 Circlin around on the block, cant miss if I shoot, two suits and a stick Been in the field from qway, I was eleven like Ryan Giggs Now Im twenty three, I got bands on me, thats a silent hit Peng gon blow out her back, got girl on my lap like a scientist They used to tell me I wouldnt be shit Must be a lie if I look at my wrist Me, Im survivin, I said I would do it A matter of time and Im movin up quick Aint it different? Didnt change while makin a difference And its still no lackin, man still complete that mission 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

Kettle Water Lyrics Nearly fucked up this whip, too much kettle water Still gotta trust this whip to go get my kettle watered Fifty six days in the T house, didnt get boom, thats torture Even the jakes know thats out of order, cah they just made me lose a fortune One leather on a tracky and Jordans, come like my costume You know all the shit that Ive gone through, now my bezzle watered Wish I could stop at the nearest BP, get my petrol sorted On my only stop is the T house, ring-ring, trap, now whats your order? Fried down Fire In The Booth with Charlie, it was just fire in the T with Charlie Had to tell the fiend, shh, stay silent cah every noise at the door it alarms me Cant go through normal charges, either the grub lookin at me like part me Until Im suttin tryna off this green, no cutter do the hustle all in my archies Done bagged up so much crack, I think I got it all in my arteries Still go spend this prof on waps, aim it straight, treat it like archery I aint ever done grime and grind, still do it daily like Post Im whippin that bowl, kill it in O, thats why the govs said significant role Nearly fucked up this whip, too much kettle water Still gotta trust this whip to go get my kettle watered Fifty six days in the T house, didnt get boom, thats torture Even the jakes know thats out of order, cah they just made me lose a fortune One leather on a tracky and Jordans, come like my costume You know all the shit that Ive gone through, now my bezzle watered Wish I could stop at the nearest BP, get my petrol sorted On my only stop is the T house, ring-ring, trap, now whats your order? Spent fourteen hours in the T, baggin the same grub for a different phones Theres bread to break for me and bro, he aint gotta break bread from a different loaf I got both opp blocks under pressure, same way I took the presser and did it with both Im tryna put a opp boy on a stretcher, talkin bout stretchin, man did it with coke Bruck down dinger or moped, I got the .38 spins, bro cloned it Two spin tings deep, were rollin, step and make the whole estate take notice I was sittin in the T with cokeheads, shottin to Jenny from the block, not Lopez This white and brown like my OT line, always left the green last like gold does Nearly fucked up this whip, too much kettle water Still gotta trust this whip to go get my kettle watered Fifty six days in the T house, didnt get boom, thats torture Even the jakes know thats out of order, cah they just made me lose a fortune One leather on a tracky and Jordans, come like my costume You know all the shit that Ive gone through, now my bezzle watered Wish I could stop at the nearest BP, get my petrol sorted On my only stop is the T house, ring-ring, trap, now whats your order?1Embed

Again Lyrics They want me in trouble again Want me in induction again, guards giving instructions again Letters bout loving again, visit hall kissing and hugging again That mop and bucket again, empty and rubbish again And these feds try cuff me again, Lord knows that I’m touching again Still try do man fuckery again, man hope I get lucky again Nigga I’m two man up with the skeng, avoiding undies again Circle the opp block again and again and again and again and again Me and big bro don’t ramp no more, that’s probably cos we’re too alike 17 bought a dots for apes and a q of light, all we knew was white These pigs don’t want me to shine, got me sitting down doing life Getting mad cos they’re under staffed, and they’re just unlocked to a tie Young nigga in Feltham, all a nigga knew was fight Last year I went 4 months basic, Tameside breached my human rights Just done ride a licence, and I ain’t even booked a flight Came home and I built 2 lines cos I’m really tryna make up for used up time How many times we doing 90 on the M, fuck all of these opps I wish I could fit 90 in the skeng, before I ever did it in O I really have to try it in the ends, I just counted up some racks I remember having no money on my spends, they think I do juju Cos I got NFA for another attempt Bad b didn’t wanna know, now they all tell me they love me again But I gotta put the trap first, invest this bread into skengs Cah it’s true when these bitches say know your worth These opps ain’t done a one dirt, in Tottenham I still feel at home like Spurs They want me in trouble again Want me in induction again, guards giving instructions again Letters bout loving again, visit hall kissing and hugging again That mop and bucket again, empty and rubbish again And these feds try cuff me again, Lord knows that I’m touching again Still try do man fuckery again, man hope I get lucky again Nigga I’m two man up with the skeng, avoiding undies again Circle the opp block again and again and again and again and again Sport this 1 level on a trackie, I could never look tacky I make everybody feel trappy Do this ting live in the streets, even the kittys wanna help with the bagging Nought 9 down to the t, stretch this package Mr. Fantastic I really walk this walk on the streets, dem man dere just type it Money on my mindset, I got the hustle gene no Wyclef How many times have I found myself in the interview room with Trident I just exercise my right to silence, I hit the jailhouse and ride it If man get try diet, that servery I’ll fly it Until I get tired, that’s hella headbutts and flykicks I touch road on violence, that’s blood all over my Nike ticks Big bro showed me to fuck with the press and the Pyrex Still tryna make a killing off the BMW and I don’t mean the i8 That’s all my trapphone jimming, I come like I put it on ‘roids My opps just making up noise, that internet scoreboard’s void My opps just making up noise, that internet scoreboard’s void They want me in trouble again Want me in induction again, giving instructions again Letters bout loving again, visit hall kissing and hugging again That mop and bucket again, empty and rubbish again And these feds try cuff me again, Lord knows that I’m touching again Still try do man fuckery again, man hope I get lucky again Nigga I’m two man up with the skeng, avoiding undies again Circle the opp block again and again and again and again and againEmbed

SOLDIERS Lyrics Yo, Heads Like a week to go now, my G Love Faith has feathers and with all my air is fallin It take to share my hands with you and let you help me We march on Yeah, I been through so much fuckery but, still yet, we march on In my cell, countin down days til March done Disloyalty is somethin I stay far from Feds lookin for someone that they can throw a charge on All the times I go to face-to-face with a sergeant The hustle aint stoppin even when were far gone I aint tryna find someone to blame my past on Still got machines, not the type to put your card on Yeah, I been through so much fuckery but, still yet, we march on In my cell, countin down days til March done Disloyalty is somethin I stay far from Feds lookin for someone that they can throw a charge on All the times I go to face-to-face with a sergeant The hustle aint stoppin even when were far gone I aint tryna find someone to blame my past on Yeah, I been through so much fuckery but, still yet, we march on Faith has feathers and with all my air is fallin It take to share my hands with you and let you help me And let you help me Put my game face on Tryna keep control like a PlayStation Do road and my Chanel lace done New day, but its still the same stuff Last night that estate was taped up Yeah, I told you straight up You dont wanna hear keys everyday you wake up Its the half of that key and now you gotta pay plugs Reminiscin bout a Rolls with your flannel Radoxed Now you start to wish you packed it and got a day job All the times I go face-to-face with a sergent The hustlin aint stoppin, even when were far gone I aint tryna find someone to blame my past on Yeah, I been through so much fuckery, but still, yet we march on My soldiers, the bravest My closest, so courageous My soldiers , the bravest My closest, so courageous My soldiers , the bravest My closest , so courageous My soldiers , the bravest My closest , so courageous Faith has feathers and with all my air is fallin It take to share my hands with you and let you help me And let you help me The soldiers, the bravest My friends was courageous We march onEmbed

Assist Lyrics When I pull up and crash, opps are gone in a flash They push their friends and they dash If you aint fast enough you get stabbed How many times did they try run? And a too slow 2 skengs in the ride, thats two hoes Were Silwood militant splashers Late night might pull up with assistance Might roll with the bruckey One lean on a donny, slap out your wisdom Lean with a ting dont leave your ends Rammy or the kitchen know it dont bend How many times have they left their friends? Really on foul play tryna leave man benched Name an opp block I cant go to If I didnt score that point on an opp, hop out of the whip like Ozil 2 guns up no Bogle, light mans head like Goku Anything green get bun, OFB we taking that global All my niggas are old school, got the mandem laying down stabs But they aint doing no vocals Niggas keep talking that wass, its calm till I make that focal Make the young gs get round and smoke you, bros in jail so I gotta send postals In the field my shooters are anti, them niggas did chat on socials Old school like Clashford Bro just past me the skeng, he just assist this goal like Hazard I done way too much road on the opps bout time that my toes get pampered Feds think the evidence got tampered with, cos the case went missing like Madeline I used to have friends but the contract got cancelled Big guns get handled, olympic ting Kurt Angle Fill up with teeth no enamel Finesse this broad day chinging My shoe sole no Campbell When I pull up and crash, opps are gone in a flash They push their friends and they dash If you aint fast enough you get stabbed How many times did they try run? And a too slow 2 skengs in the ride, thats two hoes Were Silwood militant splashers Late night might pull up with assistance Might roll with the bruckey One lean on a donny, slap out your wisdom Lean with a ting dont leave your ends Rammy or the kitchen know it dont bend How many times have they left their friends? Really on foul play tryna leave man benched Im in the trap tryna multiply numbers, breaking down bud send it out in abundance Plug threw me hella packs of the onions we aint no get it gone for the hundreds And Im still with my goons from the function, I back my villian what the fuck is an option? Babygirl tick tock upon the pumpkin, squeeze it g you can eat some dumplings Ay hush your mouth about cuddling, married to the trap flavours get the loving Anywhere get popping, militant 15 penetrate them long start coughing Me and bro on the 500, shit den fuck bro see an opp, A done him And me and T on the 4 door whiz, tryna get rich, tryna get the phone milly rocking Were militant Silwood surgeons Get the largest weapon, theyre still injections any appointments get to working What you know about the Asian dots, start jam so you have to show the knife works certain And theres still two Ts when we lurking 100 toes, 10 phones no service Ring ring trap not just all twerking Music is the motivation Free all my guys incarcerated Still grinding dont feel its enough Out here tryna see all these papers Im a grind till you see me in cuffs We aint talking bout females love Shing shing show till you see mans blood And its OFB and Silwood Nation When I pull up and crash, opps are gone in a flash They push their friends and they dash If you aint fast enough you get stabbed How many times did they try run? And a too slow 2 skengs in the ride, thats two hoes Were Silwood militant splashers Late night might pull up with assistance Might roll with the bruckey One lean on a donny, slap out your wisdom Lean with a ting dont leave your ends Rammy or the kitchen know it dont bend How many times have they left their friends? Really on foul play tryna leave man benchedEmbed

Numbed Down Lyrics Ay I’m in the fast lane jakes in the rear And I cant help but panic It’s my first strike then Im caught with this package So it’s sports even though there’s traffic My life ain’t all lavish More time Im tryna put down for a rainy day Peel off a cannon and go let if off where the paigons stay Paigons gotta stay paigons We gotta do them up for their paigon ways My young boy in jail for splashing And he ain’t of age I really saw him grow How am I gonna explain when I see aunty He’s sat in court looking at the judges eyes Cause he’s feeling all anxious Think about the times when I was in the T active And the blue boys grabbed me Could have been sat all now If they didnt catch me when they catch me Young nigga trapped in the hood tryna trap his way out Of course Im trappy Do it for Brad same way, go do it for man Course that’s family Never been scared to be alone I hear to be alone now numbed down from this brandy Young nigga that’s so numbed down You ain’t never seen a young nigga that’s so numbed down You ain’t never seen a young nigga that’s so numbed down You niggas only fucking with a nigga cause they want clout You ain’t proud to know me then but now you tell me your proud You bring your negativity You create your own clout They know this is my destiny There’s one way this could go down They tell me they love me, it was a lie that they was telling me Constantly thinking if I die would they remember me Now they see me, treating me like I am a celebrity French ciri to celebrate my life over Hennessy I’m in Dubai throwing cash in the air I just done some damage Spent like 15 rackers Hit the trap house made it back rapid How many years are man gonna spend getting high just chattin? Me I get high off life and the love of high end fashion Louis or Gucci pattern, might be the Dolce Gabbana jacket Done spent my dough on expensive smok It deserves an expensive man bag I done hit the t with no complaints Bits of both man bag that That’s a bit of Austrian and Baghdad For the fiends Now I got them movin like me they all numbed down You ain’t never seen a young nigga that’s so numbed down You ain’t never seen a young nigga that’s so numbed down You ain’t never seen a young nigga that’s so numbed down These niggas only fucking with a nigga coz they want clout You ain’t proud to know me then but now you tell me your proud You bring your negativity You create your own clout They know this is my destiny There’s one way this could go down They tell me they love me, it was a lie that they was telling me Constantly thinking if I die would they remember me Now they see me, treating me like I am a celebrity French ciri to celebrate my life over HennessyEmbed

Cry Lyrics One I can shut down a verse or a chorus I done spent the whole summer time trappin out of Martins and Laurence You know got so much love for my roses So fuck the jewelers, next time you catch me going to the florist All I ever wanted was some progress, uh Everything above and beyond is a bonus I had armed jakes spinnin up my ride for some posters Now they gotta watch everybody toast us Yo, its a celebration, young black brothers being celebrated Elevation, no more separation Fail to plan, plan to fail, it took preparation Got a first in the trap with no dissertation Got the ammunition for my self-preservation And made the block lit, it took dedication For my brothers, not Jonas Now its five OF tenants on the tour bus This life I still pray it aint temporary its for life And we stand in the morning all day And through the night When the sun goes up you see my diamonds on fire To get this water around my neck I had to cry, cry In the trenches, its just trials and tribulations Found my education and found a new location Ive fallen flat on my face, aint seen familiar faces I got stabbed in my back, the article is bladed You know lifes fucked up when your safe space is That dusty bando upsuh that the jakes invaded Wish I could make that happy music like Craig David But Im pain built, get em paying for their playlist It was segregation that had a street niggas doing meditation Pops done his best, there were no explanation And now Im tryna influence a generation Top floor reservation So high in the sky, can inspect the nation Turn up, and of course the views amazing I guess its compensation for the times that they took us We was looked down on, now the crowds fifty-thousand This life Still pray t aint temporary its for life And we stand in the morning all day And through the night When the sun goes up you see my diamonds on fire To get this water around my neck I had to cry, cry1Embed

Fire in the Booth Lyrics Gucci Louis my colour for real Louboutin is her heels I know Rollies might try and follow the wheels The obbo is real We invested in copper and steel You can get fried like Kentucky for real We expected this fuckery for real Still risk getting hope we get lucky for real Gucci Louis my colour for real Louboutin is her heels I know Rollies might try and follow the wheels The obbo is real We invested in copper and steel You can get fried like Kentucky for real We expected this fuckery for real Whats the deal, still keeping up deals Still put bread into skengs and I still aint got me a Smith unlike Will I really had a on me take a chase uphill while you was wrapped up in your quilt Really had a half of box of me up north, but I never put on no kilt Trust me the obbo is real They had me in court tryna deny my guilt Touch road and my first meal was jollof for real Still find myself in the ride, two rambos twinning And theyre tall like me and Colo for real I had to Sneak like Bo but for real These coppers for real 90 on the M all for a meal Thats buj and for real Put down readies now sauce on spill Yes I got shh on the cooker for real I aint tryna wish I could win the lotto Im up and down the M tryna dodge the obbo I dunno if Ill be out here tomorrow I just folded a 20 and I made me a comma I do road with a whole load of things in the motor Feds wish they could grab the revolver I could Louis and Gucci my loafers Been time since I been sleeping on sofas Found it hard to make toast in the jailhouse So I just touched road and got me a toaster The obbo is real They need to let the wing free like Oprah I gotta set the bar high in the T I cant set the bar low, Gary Spent 013 in the bando And I was listening to Potter no Harry I remember having no charger So I had to preserve my battery All Scott wanna do is score and I told him dont Dele just wait in the alley Old school like Tim and Barry Hit the opp block tryna smoke me one You was worried bout smoking on Cali Im up and down the M with Skatty Treat the bando like your local cash and carry All old school Im looking through the letterbox trust me Ill do that one gladly Four door revving, two skengs in Two litre engine, you love this friend ting So dont left him, you better be De Gea tryna save your bredrin Trap phone benching I got this... that I just cant put all my eggs in Bruck down penny of each Distribute balls like 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 were doing up jail Between two Gs thats hundreds of weeks Thats all for juggin and violence Obbo in the hood thats Trident Things in the kitchen thats science Trap phones filled up with clients And these opps cant tell me bout riding I had their whole block smelling like tyres And I know what it feels like to be dead broke cah I scraped the fuck out the Pyrex And I heard a whole load of sirens How they talk about pressure, when its me that applied it I put skengs in a bruck down Vectra Them man are bruck like Lesnar 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 restless1Embed

Kenny Allstar Freestyle Lyrics Money, drugs, gun, sex, there nothing more to it Me I just run up these readies, Im tryna do it like Im Jewish High speed chase on the mains it coulda been a 8 but bro just threw it I do this ting live in the streets, I keep the darg close like Brian and Stewie I need me a one the same size as me like Scooby How many times did we fill up the whooptie? You was with bae just tryna play footsie Times that we done up induction, then 2 weeks later they moved me Who wouldve thought I one lean with the groupies? Copper and lead on the block Pain in my chest, before I bled on the block But how many times did we go there and do it? And bro just sped on the block Bags full of sweets no Chewits, leave you with more than bruises This aint no snooker ball in a sock They think I do juju, I left the jakes all clueless 2 times sat down for some food ish, yard smelling like sewers Touch road and Im straight back to it T-house just too humid, all of the coins that we spent on juices We probably couldve bought Loubs with me and Brad had the sawn-off rusty one that we used to link moves with Run down opps till the undies come, big Im tryna spill juice with Skeng sound like the base of the beat come like I just looped it Catch one in your chest, but I aint come to play cupid Its been too much museli and porridge, I didnt finish off college I couldve been changing fuses But I just grab this work and I put the blade straight through it See a opp put a blade straight through it How many times man see a opp on the mains, then I watch the gang just lose it Heavy metal Gang go do this shit 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, but it aint nothing but leisure It come like the d made of metal, sure we 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 come out more like Strepsils They hustle goes right to 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 Hernan Crespo TT smelling like Dettol, distribute balls like Deco I love my one level on a trackie, I couldnt care less about Kenzo Heavy metal, AM with the Skengdo I still step with my shank, cah every little helps like TescoEmbed

Love Me for Me? Lyrics Do you love me for me? Or love me for the flick? This shit confusin’ me I distract myself with the drip I’m blinded by jewelry I got enough Louis on me So I got more for my bitch I get love now that I’m lit But what would they do when they flew with me? Maybe they usin’ me But this ain’t news to me How’d you wanna eat food with me? But you wouldn’t wanna get locked up have to share a loo with me Do you stay true to me Do you stay true? How loyalty become a risk? But I still leave it to chance Samе way bro hit up from far My next bro seen it point blank and he missed Samе way you can just catch from wine and dine Or catch on toe when he live I’m being way too loyal And I got burnt, it is what it is All my flashes I got no cases And I still feel like a fugitive And when the worst gets done no talkin’ He knows what loose lips can do to ships I can bring her to Rome I still feel lonely I’m rich Me and these niggas are the same I’m feeling like Mist You know how it gets in the jailhouse She could be the one that’s throwin’ up fists She my holdie but is she loyal She left to visit her blowin’ a kiss If she said what I can do for you You might not know til crossing that bridge Do you love me for me? Or love me for the flick? This shit confusin’ me I distract myself with the drip I’m blinded by jewelry I got enough Louis on me So I got more for my bitch I get love now that I’m lit But what would they do when they flew with me? Maybe they usin’ me But this ain’t news to me How’d you wanna eat food with me? But you wouldn’t wanna get locked up have to share a loo with me Do you stay true to me Do you stay true? If you ever come home to a Nike tech her 200 quid Oh now niggas ain’t give a 100 but still I ain’t burned that bridge My friends kept phones and I had them pop on the wanted list How we ever wonder ‘fore it works on them But it used to be the ones we were wanted with I’mma fly They tryna prove I’m not law abiding I’m just tryna pour and feed the family Kobe Bryant These niggas ain’t loyal they better off my cell Blood in the soil, it’s full of pythons We can never let bygones be bygones Toured them out in the summer Feelin’ like Roddy I ain’t tryna die young And the fast lane jumped in the Prada And it’s comin on nylon Chucky and Dior runners Charge it to the come up I got lit now she wanna be loved but Do you love me for me? Or love me for the flick? This shit confusin’ me I distract myself with the drip I’m blinded by jewelry I got enough Louis on me So I got more for my bitch I get love now that I’m lit But what would they do when they flew with me? Maybe they usin’ me But this ain’t news to me How’d you wanna eat food with me? But you wouldn’t wanna get locked up have to share a loo with me Do you stay true to me Do you stay true? Embed

Me and My Lyrics ProdWalkz ProdWalkz I was fifteen in the T house Weighin up grams with me and my scales Had to run down opps with cardio Gotta take care of me and my health I was locked down on basic No cell mate, just me and myself Now I eat dinner in Mayfair when I get hungry Me and my girl I was sixteen when I slept with the dots in a room Just me and that 12 Had to fist man up in Portland Its been a little while since I did it in Felts I was locked down on basic, gone for my mash It was me and my meal Bad B come to the nizz, give brizz I aint gotta put D in this girl Still pushin that hard food Re-up just came in a rucksack Now I got a nine on my back like Lukaku These guys aint in the field But they talk a good game like Alan Pardew I bet when I pass through Pull up and wind these tints Make everyone sprint like Im holdin down R2 Smoke on me, no Stardog On sight beef, cant keep it parked off Sleep with a wap right next to my bed And Ill make that ring like alarm clocks Girls wanna be apart of my future Ever since I took my mask off Bad B come to the Nizz for the D Wanna link my Gs on the Farm blocks All the waps that Im buyin for the team But I dont play for Munich Got a spinner with six and a loaded 9 Nigga dont be stupid Verified in the streets, I dont need no blue ticks Every rap that I wrote is real When I talk bout drill, thats me and my music I was fifteen in the T house Weighin up grams with me and my scales Had to run down opps with cardio Gotta take care of me and my health I was locked down on basic No cell mate, just me and myself Now I eat dinner in Mayfair when I get hungry Me and my girl I was Sixteen when I slept with the dots in a room Just me and that 12 Had to fist man up in Portland Its been a little while since I did it in Felts I was locked down on basic, gov threw my mash It was me and my meal Bad B come to the nizz, give brizz I aint gotta put D in this girl Run that tap, sprinkle that water I was tryna make sure it was maximum prof on a O Man flingin that daughter Trap phone bling all night Been tryna get Richard and Porter Both conspiracy to supply And AMs, got rid of this borer Nuttin aint change, hes still no older Gotta save space for the spinners on the tour bus My young boys do quite well with this sawn off Thats metal proper spreading like Flora I tell her just get this bread And get to the sterling like De Bruyne Thats more bread to go spend on copper Another new wap to test, hit the opp block Lets play Shaolin Soccer Them man talkers, thats why shh got bored up And gang dont talk much, thats why shh got corned up Ring, ring, trap Tryna get the cash from the ceiling to the floor up Them man think we got beef Til Im over them side tryna lift mans thoughts up I was fifteen in the T house Weighin up grams with me and my scales Had to run down opps with cardio Gotta take care of me and my health I was locked down on basic No cell mate, just me and myself Now I eat dinner in Mayfair when I get hungry Me and my girl I was sixteen when I slept with the dots in a room Just me and that 12 Had to fist man up in Portland Its been a little while since I did it in Felts I was locked down on basic, gone for my mash It was me and my meal Bad B come to the nizz, give brizz I aint gotta put D in this girlEmbed

Fashion Lyrics Ghosty Ching, wet, dip, splash him Opps get-got for fashion Anytime them boys try disrespect I make sure they regret their actions Bro stepped out with his ting So I brought mine too and we went there matchin Pulled up on the strip but theres nobody here Come like the opps been waxin Ching, wet, dip, splash him Opps get-got for fashion Anytime them boys try disrespect I make sure they regret their actions Bro stepped out with his ting So I brought mine too and we went there matchin Pulled up on the strip but theres nobody here Come like the opps been waxin Swear its bout time that this match got called off The scores like fifteen-nil, no Warnock Man aint gotta check that scoreboard Jump out gang, dont get yourself cornered Cah youre gonna hold this borer Still go kick mans door off I aint gotta swing this sawn off My bro still slaps it in reverse He jumps out too, no he aint no chauffeur Im on the opp block explorin Gangdem do it way better than Dora I bet these feds tryna find where the phones Smoke and clothes are They got me in the interview room with a heavy ass folder They want me in the can like Cola They hate when we spazzin on the mains Two hands on the skeng like a PS controller Fuck them, I still whip this yola Do it so hard, nearly spun the whole bowl off Swing my shank, I dont swing no hooks Like I aint tryna give no chorus Hope that I catch mans organs I dont need it for no donor I just do it normal then stroll off Gang got smoke that sprays, we aint really fond of roll on Still step with this 4 long, still got all this gold on You know how much strips this flake got sold on? When it comes to the papers, man dont prolong Circle the opp block, aint see no one Still tryna get my golden goal on Ching, wet, dip, splash him Opps get-got for fashion Anytime them boys try disrespect I make sure they regret their actions Bro stepped out with his ting So I brought mine too and we went there matchin Pulled up on the strip but theres nobody here Come like the opps been waxin Ching, wet, dip, splash him Opps get-got for fashion Anytime them boys try disrespect I make sure they regret their actions Bro stepped out with his ting So I brought mine too and we went there matchin Pulled up on the strip but theres nobody here Come like the opps been waxin Fuck a V5 of flavours Got a .35 tryna smoke me an opp Try run, get slapped in your back Thats standard procedure, you dont need a cough Gave a sawn off ting to my young boys Im a big man to be rollin with dots I aint talking bout scaffoldin When I say that I put big poles on the block Ring-ring trap, get them stacks Got beef so I invest in waps Opps get chinged, opps get crashed All now they aint tried get me back Got a bad B that plugs my food So I gotta come press this pack God strike me down right now if Im lyin Every word that I said is facts Been in the bando, pebbling Zs Light and dark, Megan and Wes Not one of my niggas can doubt me I keep it one hundred, never been less Countless times Ive flirted the Audi No halal meat when I cheff up his neck Anytime gang step, its a M If not, then its attempt Feds got half my team in jail Thats probably cause they know were riders I was with Kash in Onley Shank on me in my robe and sliders When I get round there and I buss it I aint getting on no revivers Three bags for the .44 long But its still free smoke for the Niners Ching, wet, dip, splash him Opps get-got for fashion Anytime them boys try disrespect I make sure they regret their actions Bro stepped out with his ting So I brought mine too and we went there matchin Pulled up on the strip but theres nobody here Come like the opps been waxin Ching, wet, dip, splash him Opps get-got for fashion Anytime them boys try disrespect I make sure they regret their actions Bro stepped out with his ting So I brought mine too and we went there matchin Pulled up on the strip but theres nobody here Come like the opps been waxin2Embed

Hung Jury Lyrics TheElements AoD Yeah Bro got found guilty, I got hung jury, its bittersweet Saw his mumzy at the court entrance Told her, I wish it was me Have you ever felt guilty for being free? I didnt try do too much at trial, you know me, I was bein me We was juvies, public gallery, filled with groupies Fuck the jury, we laughed at the pictures on the scene Back then for the works, they was dishin out six, do three They took five man for the price of one Maybe bro shouldve picked the plea Case papers lookin like an Argos catalogue It dont help that our face is bait like David Hasselhoff It was just our shavers , we wouldve been aimin But I didnt come with a wap like Meg Thee Stallion First night on the wing aint a thing, had to treat it like Travelodge Me, I just pray that my time here is short, Tyrion Lannister Feds said they got it on camera, but did they get it all on camera? You know how it gets when the evidence weak They tryna dance with bad character Bro got found guilty, I got hung jury, its bittersweet Saw his mumzy at the court entrance Told her, I wish it was me Have you ever felt guilty for being free? I didnt try do too much at trial, you know me, I was bein me We was juvies, public gallery, filled with groupies Fuck the jury, we laughed at the pictures on the scene Back then, for the works they was dishin out six, do three They took five man for the price of one Maybe bro shouldve picked the plea All the times I slept with the dots in the closet You know that closet wouldnt take man, Narnia Done a works, thats for another day in the office Then bumped into the Jakes straight after Five in the face for attempted, uh Only one I got charged with Went home, they shipped the dart dem Aylesbury Them mandem never been Glen Parva Our Father, our Father We took the oath and lied to your honour Ayy, didnt make it come back like Karla It really couldve been bad karma Instead Im with this bad B from Ghana Danas on my tracksuit, its Prada Didnt wanna end up on the wing like Zaha So we had to say, Our Father Who art in Heaven Hallowed be thy name Thy Kingdom come Thy will be done on Earth As it is in Heaven Give us our daily bread Come home and thought I was on a clean run Til I get jammed up with eighteen Zs Bro got found guilty, I got hung jury, its bittersweet Saw his mumzy at the court entrance Told her, I wish it was me Have you ever felt guilty for being free? I didnt try do too much at trial, you know me, I was bein me We was juvies, public gallery, filled with groupies Fuck the jury, we laughed at the pictures on the scene Back then, for the works they was dishin out six, do three They took five man for the price of one Maybe bro shouldve picked the plea 2Embed

Long Night in Knightsbridge Lyrics Turn Curious, get serious, ohhh oh You say youre curious, oh no Shawty curious, get serious, ohhh oh One, Turn You say youre curious, oh no Shawty curious Shorty just want a long night in Knightsbridge Where was you on the come up Have you have had to do that nightshift? Have you ever had to lose them sirens? She look good, and even though that dont mean much to me The first day I saw her, I knew I would put her in Loui Pull up on a 6.3 Embed

Just Me Just Us Lyrics If you breed a word bad about the homie buss your throat You know seh money a make, anytime we touch the road Whole place locked, anytime we touch the road OFB run the world, bout time we lock and load If you breed a word bad about the homie buss your throat You know seh money a make, anytime we touch the road Whole place locked, anytime we touch the road OFB run the world, bout time we lock and load I was on the trizzy, just me and the Lizzy I know what its like reminiscing, just me and a nitty For 7 she got a pinky, but she aint feeding her pickney See I was on basic, it was just me and my tizzy I remember stepping on visits, it was just me and my missus Growing up werent all rosy, it was just me and my sisters Still make the force kick on a green one, I dont need green on my sneakers Ching man down on a backroad, just me and my flicky Try buss mans throat, I aint tryna feed him no hickey Real talk gang got unlimited smoke, tryna feed them the chimneys Next day I just buss this pack and fling it on diggies I know about colours Im up and down the M with both, my lifestyles risky If you breed a word bad about the homie buss your throat You know seh money a make, anytime we touch the road Whole place locked, anytime we touch the road OFB run the world, bout time we lock and load If you breed a word bad about the homie buss your throat You know seh money a make, anytime we touch the road Whole place locked, anytime we touch the road OFB run the world, bout time we lock and load I remember being in the Niz, just me and a swammy Pigs locked off the block, its just me in the alley Beating all of my shots, its just me and Ali Or T-house settings, white and green no for Sally Knee deep in the streets, thats me running with swammy Im in love with the spin spin ting, Im in love with this money And when Im doing up OT, theres no sleep its just counting Or hard and coins on the table, all piled like a mountain Love chasing Ps, I swear I love this prof Posted on the block, so try slide and get shot And from long time, you know that its weed or rock And its OFB to the world and back, and free all the bruddas that are locked If you breed a word bad about the homie buss your throat Dem know seh money a make, anytime we touch the road Whole place locked, anytime we touch the road OFB run the world, bout time we lock and load If you breed a word bad about the homie buss your throat Dem know seh money a make, anytime we touch the road Whole place locked, anytime we touch the road OFB run the world, bout time we lock and loadEmbed

Kris Jenner Lyrics Dinner with my girl in The Shard, came a long way from Nando dates Bad B and her hair long like my Rambo blade Opps wanna take me out, like the Fernandos place Im like Kris Jenner, the way Im tryna add those Ks Dinner with my girl in The Shard, came a long way from Nando dates Bad B and her hair long like my Rambo blade Opps wanna take me out, like the Fernandos place Im like Kris Jenner, the way Im tryna add those Ks Serious Man better take man serious cah I aint tellin no joke And I aint talk bout vapes when I get round there with metal and smoke Passenger side of my best friends ride like I dont mind stepping with bro If H never asked me to drive, it wouldve been me that was letting it go New outfit but you can think that its old, last time I did a drill on these roads Had to get rid of my clothes, like a shop, just put it on clearance Got a burner in my jeans like I got it from my parents When I cop gold teeth, its not for my appearance I keep the music and road ting separately, bro said he wanna ride, most definitely God protect me from my friends, Im always prepared for my enemies Cant see me in the flesh and Snapchat man and save it to memories Ill back my Rambs and put him on for the cemetery I pray that my past dont haunt me, I was tryna add thos Ks like Kim, Khloe, Kylie, Kourtney Pissed when them boy there caught me Had me in jail on basic, now Im in the shower with shawty Left my bally and gloves at home this time and I stepped in saucy Dinner with my girl in The Shard, came a long way from Nando dates Bad B and her hair long like my Rambo blade Opps wanna take me out, like the Fernandos place Im like Kris Jenner, the way Im tryna add those Ks Dinner with my girl in The Shard, came a long way from Nando dates Bad B and her hair long like my Rambo blade Opps wanna take me out, like the Fernandos place Im like Kris Jenner, the way Im tryna add those Ks We was sixteen tryna make sure corn got sent, no 50 Me and bro both wanna hold that spinner, we would argue whos turn, no Whitney This bad B from the West Indies, wap link in the West Midlands She wouldnt hold me down if I was locked on the field but Id gladly lock these spinners My young boy got his Rambos twinning, they come like he got twin sisters If I aint scored that goal, I assist it, I dont mind being winger I come through with that skengman coat, I swear I just did it like Wenger Cah real gunners in my team, no half heart shit, no Nicklas Bendtner Nine in a year, man whip and stretch it, I couldnt care less if I run out of credit My wrist work, man treat it like wrestling, I bet I still nine out of ten it For the buj in the blue and the dubs in the white pack lookin like it plays for Reading Snow in my bowl, snow on my pendant and nuff diesel in my engine Made me enough for dinner with my girl in The Shard and a reload on the M way Squeeze on the lurk with that .357, get yourself shot when you back that ZK I was dead broke in the T house, tryna make sure I count every penny Now it could be a normal day when I step in Fendi Dinner with my girl in The Shard, came a long way from Nando dates Bad B and her hair long like my Rambo blade Opps wanna take me out, like the Fernandos place Im like Kris Jenner, the way Im tryna add those Ks Dinner with my girl in The Shard, came a long way from Nando dates Bad B and her hair long like my Rambo blade Opps wanna take me out, like the Fernandos place Im like Kris Jenner, the way Im tryna add those Ks2Embed

Gangland Lyrics Hella shh, shh, shh Thats the whole place shun Whole place cordoned off and di tent up Police dem a look fi intent If a nuh OFB den am nutten Dem ready know seh mi ah rebel Jook, jook, skrr out the 4 door matic, shotgun Man ah man rise up the Trenton and buss off di cylinder head Cylinder done You tink seh a 1 or 2, 3 or 4 Ah mussi bout 5 or 6 ah dem Ah must we head dat make dem dere On your mark we ready set And yuh know we crash and set Cuttin tru shh on the backroad Hope I see suttin, Ima tape dis one Still love a spontaneous one Still do a man foul, go change my garms As long as the OS out ere chatting All the streets aint calm New ammunition, expensive one Tell the plug make sure the extended one Bruck down dinger or a rented one When the tints down press it more than once Tryna go home with a empty one Leave him with wounds, exit ones Life on the M way gets tiring, Im still doing lengthy ones Buss this pack, its a certain one Its been a shit day if I aint made one Pull up on dem di hard one next shop Buss up pon di organ Buss up pon di organ We make a boy fly, no Jordan We make a boy fly, no Jordan No make no stretch widout car crime Cah we are the neighbourhood shottas Dem with the rockhand Pull up pon dem man test out di brukkas Dem kno seh we dont have no honour True we a send shots cross di borders Soon di whole of dem haffi slaughter Gang dem pull up and bun off di barber We ah shave man head We ah lift up all of dem Spin spin ting load wid copper head OFB that shit bloodshed Break these barriers I was at the courthouse tryna act like an amateur Age nineteen, got significant role I wish theyd have called me a carrier I was only tryna buy me a 15 calibre Large one stick to the wall like a banister You can get it from the back like Pallister Do him up front like Cantona I told bro keep his eyes on the road Me, Im just doing up passenger Man see all the opp boys run up out ere I swear they do too much cardiovascular Turn down a reload with my manager He couldnt even handle the fumes in the atmosphere Tryna turn this soft to rock, tryna do it like Noel Gallagher OFB a straight blood den Dem dem dem kno seh man hot head Henywhere a man get cetch Finish and tare off flesh Dont try and come take man fi fraud true say man ah rap in yardie Gully man straight outta di Farm Dem dem kno seh we too out of order Put it on for the whole of the O, thats gangland Different sweets like Randoms Four doors fill up with handgun Jump out, throw way more than a tantrum Opps fully aint respect mans gangster Til theyre stuck to the ground like a angster Could still go there and do it with Bradders I wish they would free all the mandem Two of the brucks is in di bull dog Ting dem ah bark like ah one dog War is war Top striker dem know about Smoke on dem, smoke and start dance Which one of dem deh want meet the war Mi seh which one of dem deh want meet the war Been getting sick of my ringtone Ring my old spot, more rocks than Flintstones Old school like Jenny, no cinco Me and bro gotta talk on encryptors Bruck down Astra, maybe a Citroen On the other side, Im tryna spill some Vimto Bad Bs come to the Nizz and I bet they all know my lingo2Embed

Satisfy Me Lyrics Yo I got this text and it said our relationship lacking They aint realize it when I was out trapping And caught with the judge back and fourth with no backspin This one time my barrister aint make it happen My homies gone low and he wants me to patten Whos never had me he want me to have him Im drinking alone and Im smoking on cali Can see the whole city my view panoramic She would have fucked then now this bitch tryna trap me It cant be this number 1 album She spent too much money on makeup For it to end up on my Calvins Said she señorita speak Spanish Dont listen to drill said she prefers some J Balvin She was telling her friends she in love but she capping I was just an experience I a part of her troubles I come from the trench made it happen Now the whole trench on my back Im a camel These hoes out here looking for come-ups they scamming My homegirl was here from the start miss her badly She werent the one do the things for the clout with me Fans love when Im keeping up badness Though the outcome is tragic Done so much Im proud of I thought Id be happy but no Satisfy me Satisfy me Though the outcome is tragic Done so much Im proud of I thought Id be happy but no Satisfy me Satisfy me Though the outcome is tragic Done so much Im proud of I thought Id be happy but no Platinum plaques on my wall But when Im in need I got no one to call The label phoned in they in need of a hit Theres pressure on me we approaching the 4 I never knew better than buying some guns Then I dust the old mic True feeling is when youre coming from nothing Should I be feeling the pressure at all? I got a phone call shorty told me Im changing Is that the line youre gonna hit me with? Youre going cliché on me baby I got her a things were different I come from imprisonment man I used to daydream of this Look what I did of this You say you need me but the fans need me They love my voice on these instruments I got into a penthouse phoning my girlfriend Relist on my managers I referred to myself as headie last night And it was no accident They want me to trade in the vision for the millions But Im too passionate My pops always said I got too much friends Thats as close as its come to being accurate Satisfy me Satisfy me Though the outcome is tragic Done so much Im proud of I thought Id be happy but no Satisfy me Satisfy me Though the outcome is tragic Done so much Im proud of I thought Id be happy but no Satisfy me Satisfy me Though the outcome is tragic Done so much Im proud of I thought Id be happy butEmbed

Introduction Lyrics HARGO production H-H-H-H-H-H-HARGO production HARGO production RV What can I say? Caught him live on the mains And I couldnt let him go, so I got him down bait Any waps on sale, man cop them Now I got options, dots or the trey When its beef, man grab it and fill it But I aint choppin no steak Bro just asked if I got it, mustve been rhetorically Kiss my teeth, obviously If you see me with a Gucci bag Thats more than a pocket rocket on me I got bro like he got me So a problem with him, thats a problem with me If I get the drop then its peak No Pick n Mix if we shoppin for sweets You aint ever took so much Ls That you aint made no profit in weeks Still spend change, stay coppin these sweets We got more than Quality Street Still pull up on a opp block They dont wanna know what we got in this Jeep Last time mustve thought it was banter on me So two got-got in a week My bros tellin me I got too much to lose He dont want me to glide no more All of them peddle bikes shotguns turnt into auto slidin doors Fell in love with this .44 long Thats the only time I wife these hoes Like two and a blue in a Pyrex bowl Man whip it like Silentó How many man been chased Caught, cheffed, shot, bloodied? Bare Ribena on the opp block Spill mans juice then the whole place flooded Like the bottom of my shoes are red And these ones aint even studded Get man down and forget about it RV dont like to hold grudges When shh got away I was gutted Cah all he does is give verbal Two shanks and a red bandana like Raphael in Ninja Turtles Ching, splash, poke a man Try do that nigga like Squirtle Govs put me on basic and took my TV Felt like my cell got burgled They act like they dont know how black blade taste, they know Them 9 boys love to start singing They do it like Beyoncé sung Halo I spent most of my life in a bando Opp block, feds came when I aint home Still gotta make sure theres no evidence on this phone I dont know nuttin bout weave Im tryna put inches in his dome Them man dont score, they just hit the post Them man shit, theyre internet trolls Put my Rambo through grub and opps, did it on both Got nicked for intent to supply and I still went and did it on soc1Embed

Free Bradders Lyrics Free Bradders Thats bro from kway before snakes and ladders We was 15 throwing up gang signs, looking like were playing ching chang chana Bro backing out rammers, finesse a mans jewels Santana Then tell big man just back up Way before J Hus, didnt like ice in this Fanta Finesse these broad day chingings, knives just shine in the camera Years later nothing aint changed, pressure these opps and banter Had one hand on the spin ting and the other there tryna keep balance Free Bradders 10 toes do road free smoke, love hammers Couple g packs, do road, M-way smash it In the hood fishing these shots on the opp like Bradders Like how many years I been grinding, free my nigga B its just timing Fake yutes in Tottenham not like him, OFB pull up with smoke and diamonds Long clip, equipped to ride with No one aint into fighting, gang rip it back and just light him Especially if you dont like him, Skatty I handle my ting Free Bradders, bro from early Before he had single plaits All he knows is drill and trap, got him in the jailhouse kicking back Im on the M-way doing up mileage, M sport whip no hybrid Cut that pack into slices, the opps aint men theyre mices Why feds wanna grab my bros, free Bradz till he back on road And hes free in Tottenham like Danny Rose No more bag up at 6, or doing up canteen codes Just fresh home back on the strip, grinding tryna stack this dough Free Bradders We was in Niz grabbing shanks up tall but now its live corn out hammers I remember that day in I, 20 inch big made the fuckboy stagger, good in the hood we can never take bad up Got a jigga batty ting from the Niz, B got one from the 9 thats badder Niggas must really gone mad, feds need to free my bro Brad I know that them boy there happy, cah nuff ting gang left them boy there sad Sawn-off dots, handting and rambs, 10 toes, ped, ding-dong with waps Remember that day it was far from rainy, my man still got splashed Free Bradders What you know bout putting young gs, in a cab filled with daggers Old school days, blood on my mums cooking knife, no hammers Now I bag up the light in cling, still rise up my rusty ting I had to switch up how I text, before the jakes come like whats next We the ones investing in poles, while you chill with bae and hoes Free Bradz, free Bradz, free Bradz My aims narrow, I just got a shot in Harrow I just boot like I did it in jail, one hook Jack SparrowEmbed

Move Lyrics Move out the way, let me get through through Bad b said she got bad habits, I told her I got a few too And she always asking I doing this too soon I live my life in the fast lane, I got a skr it and vroom vroom Move out the way, let me get through through Bad b said she got bad habits, I told her I got a few too And she always asking I doing this too soon I live my life in the fast lane, I got a skr it and vroom vroom All my niggas stick together like a onesie I got these pigs moving like bitches in the ends, all they wanna do is cuff me You know my shit go down in country I bruck that 4 and a half in the bando, over and over until they should be comfy And i heard my opps still tryna touch me Cos I got them like a contract, they be getting touched down monthly See Headie One keep up with fuckery They say my life short like Tuggzy It seem like they hate me or love me See me I dont know whos who It come like that African dish, all of them niggas are fufu 5 5 for a bird and Im not talking bout flu Im on the opp block with the crew Im talking the 9 or the 2 2 We invested in skengs before we invested in new shoes The bando is all that I know The bando is all that I know Years in jail, trust me I rid a few They think Im touched while they did a new tune But I was wrapped up before the full moon Under pressure I keep it cool cool They aint put no work in the field, they only do this on YouTube Thats till we get round and shoot you Move out the way, let me get through through Bad b said she got bad habits, I told her I got a few too And she always asking I doing this too soon I live my life in the fast lane, I got a skr it and vroom vroom Move out the way, let me get through through Bad b said she got bad habits, I told her I got a few too And she always asking I doing this too soon I live my life in the fast lane, I got a skr it and vroom vroom Move out the way, Ill back out my ting on anyone Hashtag Starish or nothing, thats RV and Headie One If you aint gang you can get it, no talking just get it done Niggas know Im a savage, knife in your head thats 21 Bad b looking healthy, wanna come niz and take selfies Used to go Wood Green nandos, now I eat lobster in Chelsea Jugga batty big from the squats so you know that shes sporty like Mel C Plus she a posh spice, she dont know i shot white If she knew I was trapping she might kick me to the curb So she can never find out that Im whipping up that work Ill be stressed if she round me and my niggas say a word All we talk about is money that were getting from these birds We drilling Got guns, got drugs, got women Scored so many points on the opps, this shit dont stop we winning OFB soon come back, last ones left in prison Free Dab thats bro, always on that nigga dont listen Move out the way, let me get through through Bad b said she got bad habits, I told her I got a few too And she always asking I doing this too soon I live my life in the fast lane, I got a skr it and vroom vroomEmbed

Oneder Lyrics Schooldays I couldn’t do coursework and essays Last night I just done a show, 5 minutes later found myself on the M-way I wonder what way we’ll go Bae said I’m too bloodthirsty, I leave my pillow at night to get lurky I fling on my OFB jersey, but tonight all I wanna do is burn it You see this life all I wanna do is turn it Touch road and I’m out on my own and they stepped on my toes so to me it’s all worth it Me and RV doing 60 on the opp block, we been on the backroads swerving Who’s on the pavement, bet we gonna miss this turning Fly out the passenger side, bro asked if it’s dem boy dere he confirmed it Plus we can rise these skengs, cos the fiends love this dirty And it ain’t white and purly That’s all courtesy of O I can never sleep on the vio, name me a way that the gang can’t go Ding dong, 125 or ten toes All of this road that I do, I need me a whole load of petrol Same way I gotta stick with this paper, like the Underground and Metro Bae always thinking bout the future, like DJ Esco And all now she don’t which way I will go Keep stacking red notes, or open envelopes Invest in a business, or invest in more smoke I gotta be rich, I’d rather be dead than be broke Even though only Gods knows, they oneder which way I will go Stay fucking with diggies, or turn entrepreneur Stay dishing this Bobby and Whitney, I do this shit all for Queen Lizzy I oneder if I will ever blow, if not it still saves me from 50 I oneder which way I will go I don’t know if a nigga coming home tonight, but I’m still make it happen I don’t know if I can make it rapping, but I still try make it trapping Young nigga locked down in streets, plus the most official on the landing Only now man a talking this opp talk, when it was cracking you was in your Pampers You don’t know how it feels when your points done a ting and it’s lost that’s a whole ‘nother planet Lurked over them sides too much, tryna blow man to a whole ‘nother planet We was doing opp block in designer, that’s drilling in fashion Don’t get scored on by the gangdem, cah we young niggas drilling with passion Chinging and crashing I was 17 handling smoke, I ain’t even know which way it could load What you know about nights in the T, staring at the ceiling all covered in mould 2 weeks and you ain’t been home, that there’s no fix to bold You don’t know which way we’ll go, when you’re in jail and your dreams all flattened Your only aim is to rise in the morning, make sure you have the wing all patterned Them man been riding them pigeons, come home and they ain’t done nothing but chatting Only real ones come home and make shit happen Keep stacking red notes, or open a envelopes Invest in a business, or invest in more smoke I gotta be rich, I’d rather be dead than be broke Even though only Gods knows, they oneder which way I will go Stay fucking with diggies, or turn entrepreneur Stay dishing this Bobby and Whitney, I do this shit all for Queen Lizzy I oneder if I will ever blow, if not it still saves me from 50 I oneder which way I will go Keep stacking red notes, or open a envelopes Invest in a business, or invest in more smoke I gotta be rich, I’d rather be dead than be broke Even though only Gods knows, they oneder which way I will go Stay fucking with diggies, or turn entrepreneur Stay dishing this Bobby and Whitney, I do this shit all for Queen Lizzy I oneder if I will ever blow, if not it still saves me from 50 I oneder which way I will goEmbed

Watch No Face Lyrics Bullet, bullet, bullet, bullet KXNG Bullet, bullet, bullet, bullet Bullet, bullet, bullet, bullet Bullet, bullet, bullet, bullet Five man deep in this four door truck Its showtime, I like the turnout Spin-spin ting so weighty Back it, it comin like a tricep workout How many drugs got served out? Spend that cash on skengs Took a hoody, crep and shirt out Been tryna leave an opp boy curl out Drown my clothes in so much petty That nearly the whole car got burned out Thats a real dilemma, no Kelly, Nelly Back that blade, get cheffy Headshot, tryna shave mans memory Sergeant seen me in the station No way thats Headie, another attempted? On the blower to my bro, he Turkish He know Im tryna make a purchase Take so much tools to the opp block Youd think that the gang refurbished Night bar with the dirty and a press machine One leather on my tracksuit, Burberry Bad B said I aint doin too bad considerin I was on servery Dont watch no face They already know my ting laced Big bludclart gauge Big .45 pon the waist Try and test a firma Manll serve them blocks like a Nuff money a mek from my day Drill and trap, just so we stay Dont watch no face They already know my ting laced Big bludclart gauge Big .45 pon the waist Try and test a firma Manll serve them blocks like a Nuff money a mek from my day Drill and trap, just so we stay Niggas know how I move on the pavements In the jail, what I do to the paigons Dont care about adjudications Tell guards leave me alone like Wonga Talking bout two weeks basic Like I aint been in the T house longer I was flipping this weight You was in gym with your mate tryna see whos stronger Me and these niggas aint the same Im feelin like Mist Guns, knives, fists Either way, youre pissed If I didnt score that point on the opps I was definitely apart of the assist Im about to go cop me a AP Feds still tryna put cuffs on my wrists Im fresh out the slammer Cant abide by the law I just grab my hammer And hit the other side like Im Thor How many times did I sweep on the opp block? And I werent tryna do chores Spin-spin ting got filled with teeth like the inside of your jaw Dont watch no face They already know my ting laced Big bludclart gauge Big .45 pon the waist Try and test a firma Manll serve them blocks like a Nuff money a mek from my day Drill and trap, just so we stay Dont watch no face They already know my ting laced Big bludclart gauge Big .45 pon the waist Try and test a firma Manll serve them blocks like a Nuff money a mek from my day Drill and trap, just so we stay Bullet, bullet, bullet, bullet Bullet, bullet, bullet, bulletEmbed

Fire in the Booth, Pt. 3 Lyrics Yo Turn, turn, turn Edna One, yo I touched that stand, I just cant tell the truth Im Jim Carrey in Liar, Liar CPS ask if Im tryna take the mick, not Danny Dyer G17, fight fire with fire God loves a trier My man sat on the fence, he got smoked I guess I forced him to make his mind up If I aint gliding, Im the creator, Tyler My young boy come back to the block with his rambo Yuck, of course its a niner The count was violent and of course its still violent For them hoes, they shh, theyre sirens Will end up on the telly like Rylan Empty barrels makе the most noise so the hand ting silеnt Them man pissed off cah their times up Old and left back round with Bravo Im top floor, eating fry up With my bitch from the south, Mulatto Fifteen hundred to lick mans head I coulda had man lookin like Darko All this beef on the streets gets managed Ancelotti, call me Carlo Bad B from overseas She fancy me cah I look like Marlo The nine boys try flip but they aint doing it properly Everybody love go on the net and get cocky Thats til somethin gets turned biscotti They say More money, more problems Same way, its more money, more options Autos, spinners, shotguns They had green light on the gang to rap Cah nearly everyone can slap You can go ask the opps who shot them My young boys go crash it on shh The same way I had man crashin on Croydon He cant be a driller and he from North, I dont know him I show love to the hood and it comes from my heart, I dont owe it Had to trap all summer, all winter, all snowing Man snowing or not, the opps get rode on then they get pissed off cah theyre not rolling Shh got shh by broski and I swear shh got got by bronem Shh got shh tryna shot and he aint come back He just online moaning It really is liars down, any L man took, man own it Shh got shh point blank, somebody got hashtag toasted How many times did he stuff that Focus? Tryna have em out in suits and loafers I went on a one to his moped, it really gets versatile Thirty, I really hope that its worth it My new opps, old opps, try link Til they got cheffed down cause they got let down Sold pebbles, now we sell albums Savers shh coulda got me, allow them I was on eagle posted with drillers Thinking how we could run up on falcon Now Im in Italian, no drip, die for the hard pronouncing Die for the hard pronouncing A bro upturning with this Latino one tryna learn to salsaEmbed

Art Of War Lyrics This is... This is... This is Fumez The Engineer Yeah, they talk about scores One Yeah... But these people aint scorin’ Sho Now we keep it quiet This is... So they tell us were borin Little do they know One fuck-up and we kicking their door in One Yeah Sho Yeah, they talk about scores But these people ain’t scorin Now we keep it quiet So they tell us were borin Little do they know One fuck-up and we kicking their door in Yeah, its the art of war Bad when Im on my ones Till I come with 2 or 3 Fuck that man Im comin’ with 4 yeah It’s the art of war, yeah Still with the same dargs from a puppy Never switch up of course, yeah Its the art of war Opp boy still tryna get me Feds just wanna arrest me Tryna hit a meal like Heskey My pokers cant ever be empty Im the Fresh Prince of Tottenham Guess you niggas are Jeffery M Huncho, RV and Headie Thats Neymar, Suarez and Messi I’m puttin work for my gunners Now I feel like Seaman again Im just tryna get rich They got me risking my freedom again I score points in the field I cant wait for the season again Cause I got new beef So its gonna get seasoned again That means you get slaughtered When niggas get peppered I need Ps for a mortgage So I got spots like a leopard Wrist in a Pyrex bowl So you know Im whippin with tekkers Ill rise that pole Fuck 5-0, we did it with leathers Yeah, they talk about scores But these people aint scorin Now we keep it quiet So they tell us were borin Little do they know One fuck-up and we kicking their door in Yeah, its the art of war Bad when Im on my ones Till I come with 2 or 3 Fuck that man Im comin with 4 yeah Its the art of war, yeah Still with the same dargs from a puppy Never switch up of course, yeah Its the art of war I dont care if bros on a wrong I can never lef my friend .32 or the .44 long I can never lef that skeng Every other day its 90 on the M Every other day I gotta lef the ends Ive been out ere tryna do right How many times did it still go left Still do it for myself or do it for the gang Do it for the cause I got six in the spin-spin ting Theres no way that the skeng can pause Seventeen, had a link for the AM First time man try extort I just had to finesse that all Enemies and frenemies Theres only a few I can trust I keep my eyes on the ball like a penalty What you know bout T house settings Theres nuttin but chicken and chips from Tennessee That put me in Chelsea This steaks just giving me energy Yeah, they talk about scores But these people aint scorin Now we keep it quiet So they tell us were borin Little do they know One fuck-up and we kicking their door in Yeah, its the art of war Bad when Im on my ones Till I come with 2 or 3 Fuck that man Im comin with 4 yeah Its the art of war, yeah Still with the same dargs from a puppy Never switch up of course, yeah Its the art of war Embed

D&G Lyrics M1OnTheBeat Look, ay, ay That talk is all cheap Them man waffled on the net Duck when we rise up that heat But we aint in Liverpool street One leather on my tracksuit, unique She like sex with your boy, she a freak That pussy, she bring it to me I told her that pussy on fleek I got D&G all on my feet Run a man down tryna turn him to trees Stuffin this 4 long in this stolen Jeep I just spent thousands of pounds on some teeth How much work I put in for the team Still pull up, jump out, do it and leave Opp boys say they on top of the beef Must be what they saw in their dreams I got D&G all on my feet Run a man down tryna turn him to trees Stuffin this 4 long in this stolen Jeep I just spent thousands of pounds on some teeth How much work I put in for the team Still pull up, jump out, do it and leave Opp boys say they on top of the beef Must be what they saw in their dreams Who said money dont grow on trees? Just give me twelve weeks and Ill prove them wrong Turn one into two with the fork and magic But I aint usin wands Bad B pissed cah I moved to her friend But she was just moving long How man wanna chat about me? When their friends are dead like Lil Uzis song How many times have I slapped it in reverse? But I werent parallel parking Anytime that I link my ting Gotta bring this Rambz but she aint from Barking Even though gangs been chartin Still bad boys like Will and Martin If I see you in my hood and you dont belong here Then you get your wig split, no partin Just got a .44 long But I werent shoppin for jeans Gang been coppin some heat Who wants a problem with me? Brand new wap, got it with sweets Keep it under wraps, Quality Streets If suttin got-got and it werent little bros Cant lie, it was probably me I got D&G all on my feet Run a man down tryna turn him to trees Stuffin this 4 long in this stolen Jeep I just spent thousands of pounds on some teeth How much work I put in for the team Still pull up, jump out, do it and leave Opp boys say they on top of the beef Must be what they saw in their dreams I got D&G all on my feet Run a man down tryna turn him to trees Stuffin this 4 long in this stolen Jeep I just spent thousands of pounds on some teeth How much work I put in for the team Still pull up, jump out, do it and leave Opp boys say they on top of the beef Must be what they saw in their dreams Im tryna turn over new leaves Cant lie, the opps wanna end up deceased Mercedes AMG, that shit aint leased Louis Vuitton, thats my fleece VV my necklace only DSqd tailored my jeans Cant be selfish in these streets Course I gotta save space for the threes Blood all over the scene I love skengs and my Rambos a beast Still wet a mans head back like Im their priest You would think I was tryna give man blessings Shh with my blade And the bend came like Im tryna give man Beckham This smoke man got, you cant inhale it I aint tryna give man Western I got D&G all on my feet Run a man down tryna turn him to trees Stuffin this 4 long in this stolen Jeep I just spent thousands of pounds on some teeth How much work I put in for the team Still pull up, jump out, do it and leave Opp boys say they on top of the beef Must be what they saw in their dreams I got D&G all on my feet Run a man down tryna turn him to trees Stuffin this 4 long in this stolen Jeep I just spent thousands of pounds on some teeth How much work I put in for the team Still pull up, jump out, do it and leave Opp boys say they on top of the beef Must be what they saw in their dreams1Embed

Chop It Lyrics D2B, you know Gang Sykes Ambush, jumpy, grumpy Foot on the break, jump out, get dumpy Dont fall off the fence like Humpty Dumpty .38 shoot, what a pumpy My first pack I moved was in country Comfy, taking orders like Gumtree  D dot Y T, too clumsy Numpties always gettin nicked like junkies Yo, Im with Sosa, money hungry Monthly, bro treats the ends like country This four and a half cost you more than a monkey Profit come oh so lovely This bad B tellin me that she loves me Wanna cuff me, cuffed up, no undie On the wing, I left his head piece lumpy Bumpy, had him zoned out, no junkie Ayy, play times over, skrr in a Rover Spin the hoop, no revolver Hop out, spill juice like cola Swing my blade, make him eat this poker Wavey, try whine to soaker What a joker, bro put him in a choker Yo, opp block tour with a toaster Real soaker that backs, no bola Shotty too long so I told bro Chop it Move smoke, come with ten minutes profit I was up north, settin up shop and shottin Couldnt concentrate in college Portland, Durham, Polmont All a nigga knew was porridge Shh got shh, really held that rocket But they dont wanna pay that homage Shotty too long so I told bro Chop it Any waps there, gang cop it Lean out the ride and cock it, pop it Made this corn fly like a rocket Dance still with smoke in my pocket Stop it, you aint gotta ask if I got it Itll run through your chest, no socket Fuck it, somebody bring him a bucket Im still tryna get this nine of the press Go there, treat it like a bad media My hitter from Algeria Plus this wap come like its from Syria Leather gloves cause this dings got leather interior Two dargs in the ride, no pitbull terrier Free smoke, know the gangdem more than generous LV drip, Im comin out elegant Make it look effortless, up town preference Fred said he wanna do a drill then fly United Arab Emirates Wasnt at Sunday sermon, we were serving, Djokovic, not that Federer I really think I pissed off the reverend Shotty too long so I told bro Chop it Any waps there, gang cop it Lean out the ride and cock it, pop it Made this corn fly like a rocket Dance still with smoke in my pocket Stop it, you aint gotta ask if I got it Itll run through your chest, no socket Fuck it, somebody bring him a bucket Shotty too long so I told bro Chop it Move smoke, come with ten minutes profit I was up north, settin up shop and shottin Couldnt concentrate in college Portland, Durham, Polmont All a nigga knew was porridge Shh got shh, really held that rocket But they dont wanna pay that homage Sykes 1Embed

Why Lyrics German skrring, digital dashboard Looking like I play in the Premier But Im still out ere playing crack sport They didnt let me join the trap team Them times trap got black-balled Now Im the man and Im fly as fuck Go check, thats factual Still in the streets where nothing aint good Everyday its plug and wap talk Dont step in the pitch no pads on Unless you like thousand tackles Dont step in the room where the Gs are Unless you like guns and weed smoke Close the blinds, get a Stanley knife Me and bro just cut this kilo Step out there, 12 gauge in the K But I aint playing no ones hero Bando, put it on the scales I bet its a 5 and about two 0s Half a brick aint hard to flip I just gotta make two phone calls Them man dont sound too sure You can tell thats raw when you hear mans vocals How them man talk wass when them boys so brass I can buy a brick or two, straight cash Give a young boy some cash and waps Bet he aint going home til somethings khalas New , four door, its German No girls but its got two birds in Spent a year and a bit observin Now its just nonstop workin How them man talk wass when them boys so brass I can buy a brick or two, straight cash Give a young boy some cash and waps Bet he aint going home til somethings khalas New , four-door, its German No girls but its got two birds in Spent a year and a bit observin Now its just nonstop workin I reloaded the German like EO Trident got me on the matrix like Neo Still go put five bills in that PO For that tun tun I still pay three o My young bro went and took an L I cant even make him pay what he owe So I just hit the M and make that back We could never say nah to the dough, no Leo These opps just gotta pay homage How many times did they shhh and nyow They dont wanna take their hats off til theyre finished like Neyo Bad B didnt want to step on a visit, no Now shes pissed cause my new ting cooler than Dior Summertime I gets real Skeng on my waist and these cans are real Im just twinning Rambos long like Les Ferdinand and Rio Same way they leave man spinning They went straight for this half a kilo HM Durham, no pillow Pockets nearly on zero Now theyre calling me Ceo Me and Shay top floor 44 cost mill How them man talk wass when them boys so brass I can buy a brick or two, straight cash Give a young boy some cash and waps Bet he aint going home til somethings khalas New , four door, its German No girls but its got two birds in Spent a year and a bit observin Now its just nonstop workin How them man talk wass when them boys so brass I can buy a brick or two, straight cash Give a young boy some cash and waps Bet he aint going home til somethings khalas New , four door, its German No girls but its got two birds in Spent a year and a bit observin Now its just nonstop workin My lifestyles bricks and litness Bad Bs all on my hitlist Passed her a drink and I told her sip this Just copped a new wap Called up my young boy, told him grip this If you gotta do the job man I told them please dont leave no witness Cause this game is a sport and this sport right here, man you gotta have fitness I caught residue on my garms in the booth at the same time that a nigga write this Fiends keep calling the line I got what they need for the sickness Paid upfront and Id take it straight to the kitchen How how I whip this When I need a new watch I just call up Danny Wristwatch cost a yard in Manny Sold so many these grams, feel that should give me a Grammy Box on top of that box, and this right eres no ammi How them man talk wass when them boys so brass I can buy a brick or two, straight cash Give a young boy some cash and waps Bet he aint going home til somethings khalas New , four door, its German No girls but its got two birds in Spent a year and a bit observin Now its just nonstop workin How them man talk wass when them boys so brass I can buy a brick or two, straight cash Give a young boy some cash and waps Bet he aint going home til somethings khalas New , four door, its German No girls but its got two birds in Spent a year and a bit observin Now its just nonstop workinEmbed

Judge Me Lyrics Dont judge me Dont judge me I know that shit fuckery I was broke and I loved myself Nobody even loved me Dont judge me Dont judge me I know that shit fuckery I was broke and I loved myself Loved 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 She thought that I was done with this She thought that I was done with this Dont judge me Dont judge me1Embed

Air BnB Lyrics Where Im from, its scary Niggas scary, they dont pull up Them dudes only slide round rarely And shoot at the sky, we gotta look up Bitches like Do you follow back on the Gram? Bitch, barely, Im stuck up Saying Ive changed cause I got a bit of money Bitch, shut the fuck up Im a young black king that knows his worth I dont do hookups Me and bro in the kitchen, Pyrex whipping, cook up He said, Put the fire on the low but I put it on high Mi did fuck up Lock off Before I knew about Air BnB I was at the reception in Premier Inn Well na if the gyal that Im withs got ID Im more time sending her in Blue plastic bag full of munchies Couplе brown rizlas, scale and cling Turn room 106 to a bando Heading down at the dеsk when mans checking in And its approaching 12 One-legged Sam gets disability allowance No deals after midnight Can make five bills by 1 if I link him and Howard Has your phone never rung all day Go in the bathroom and it rings in the shower Two missed calls from a phone box Aint had a sale in 22 hours Must have been bored if youve ever seen headsout Me I bring the Louis V store to the penthouse I was angry when shh got cheffed down Left them in the corner shop by the food stretched out T house didnt do textiles I sent text out She didnt wanna know way back when But now she cooks me breakfast with her breast out Summer time with the football boots No shin pads or socks, all the legs out Now feds at the scene, theyre asking questions Like whats all the mess bout? Seven pebs I gave to Fiona for the bando to get rent out I was posted in alley to the trenches Now I go uptown to bring the whole trench out I just need to get a parking permit Cheeks my parcel, then Im in the town centre Whos that with the big issue magazine? Leaning like he just come off a bender My favorite time of the year in the trap game is the last week in December Cah everyone goes back for Christmas I just stay trapping till the new year enter This deuce holds seven, this trey holds five And this 9 holds ten plus like 6 more I left my phone cranked, got bare missed calls Now my managers pissed, thought I was in court I cant speak on what happened last time Its a in-house ting, man might get upset I rent a room in this bando premises Landlord dont know the cats dem sublet You ever have to hop that window bank in the garden, thats multitasking Feds at the door, Im on my second strike So you know Im going straight to the can like sardines New spot, Im tryna make it right It can all go left in a heartbeat I still got my bottom joggers filled up with twenties And my rack filled up with charlie Its nothing but smoke that we got for them Must have run up a thirty in Scottish glens Thats till he seen me in the Daily Mail and he went and called me by my government My youngboy try go up for a week Now they got him in a monkey stretch Took the grub Aberdeen, so we could charge twelve for a Z Ask Fletch I aint waiting in town for the drop Or paying five bills to these new resellers But if you got a size 9 in stock Man will cop and shop with these new plate tenners Two-fifth for these Jordan 1s And a .44 long in this Gucci sweater Badman, she likes when I undress her And put my machine on her makeup dresser I gotta glove up when I touch that presser Bro said he cant mix money and violence Because that just make your name too pepper Flip me a likkles and brown, not brandy Get me a shotgun thats lanky You know me, I just get too angry And fill the ding dong with the two-two gennas Where Im from, its scary Niggas scary, they dont pull up Them dudes only slide round rarely And shoot at the sky, we gotta look up Bitches like Do you follow back on the Gram? Bitch, barely, Im stuck up Saying Ive changed cause I got a bit of money Bitch, shut the fuck up Im a young black king that knows his worth I dont do hookups Me and bro in the kitchen, Pyrex whipping, cook up He said, Put the fire on the low but I put it on high Mi did fuck up Lock offEmbed

Cloud Lyrics Send the shoota, that’s man down We the realest, thats hands down I got euros, I got pounds Its the currency I can’t count We the drillas, we got clout We got dollars, we got sauce, yeah Penthouse groß, Downtown Mach Blue Cheese, ich leb meinn Traum Send the shoota, thats man down We the realest, thats hands down I got euros, I got pounds Thats the currency I cant count We the drillas, we got clout We got dollars, we got sauce, yeah Penthouse groß, Downtown Mach’ Blue Cheese, ich lеb’ meinn Traum Mein Schatz auf Backseat Jеden Tag Top-Gyals stalken mein Insta Forty-two , Loco bleibt Block-Life Immer wach Midnight , immer noch Street-Life Girl, vroom-vroom, ah Escalade Chevy Boss-Mode, gib mir mein’n Henny Connect Headie Rich Gang blessed, Bitch, nenn mich Daddy Katana, zu scharf Mit meim Babygirl nachts im Delilah Dinner Steak auf meim Teller, bezahl mit der Black Amex Trotzdem die Taschen voll Cash Ich bin da, wo du nicht bist Sitz’ auf dem Platz, da, wo du nicht sitzt Loco-Attack, machen Movies, Bitch Fokussiert, das, was du nicht bist Poppys Club, Los Angeles 30k für Belvedere Puto, mach Platz, denn der Finisher kommt Aura im Club, Don Julio Don Poppys Club, Los Angeles 30k für Belvedere Puto, mach Platz, denn der Finisher kommt Aura im Club, Don Julio Don Send the shoota, thats man down We the realest, thats hands down I got euros, I got pounds Its the currency I cant count We the drillas, we got clout We got dollars, we got sauce, yeah Penthouse groß, Downtown Mach Blue Cheese, ich leb meinn Traum Send the shoota, thats man down We the realest, thats hands down I got euros, I got pounds Thats the currency I cant count We the drillas, we got clout We got dollars, we got sauce, yeah Penthouse groß, Downtown Mach Blue Cheese, ich leb meinn Traum Im countin this C.R.E.A.M., no Nivia Its a infrared beam to hit him up Its hustle, I just cant give it up I fly overseas, I lift it up I was in Feltham, gettin it crackin Had the govs tryna bend me up Now Im in the stu with Luciano Is it Hennessy, Sprite or 7UP? I was dead broke Wanted to run me a band like the girls in Set It Off Had to get that pole I werent tryna die in the field like Stiliyan Petrov Out in the T with both The best other went upsuh and gave pole A headlock, I marry the streets Went like I went uptown and bring fizz like coke and mentos Question? I know you rap, but was you out doin drills before the genre? In the cold sales on the Bailey I was seventeen goin under Feelin like some vender Aint it funny how things change? Im uptown, eatin sea bass with a little black pepper Send the shoota, thats man down We the realest, thats hands down I got euros, I got pounds Its the currency I cant count We the drillas, we got clout We got dollars, we got sauce, ya Penthouse, groß, Downtown Mach Blue-Cheese, ich leb meinn Traum Send the shoota, thats man down We the realest, thats hands down I got euros, I got pounds Thats the currency I cant count We the drillas, we got clout We got dollars, we got sauce, ya Penthouse, groß, Downtown Mach Blue-Cheese, ich leb meinn Traum1Embed

Know Me Lyrics One Turn, turn, turn, turn Girls in the ends, nah, I didnt need a friend They didnt wanna know me— know me— know me— know me— know me then They say more money, more problems, not— not— not me, its them In the pen but I need a— need a— need a— need a— need a pen Girls in the ends, nah, I didnt need a friend They didnt wanna know me— know me— know me— know me— know me then They say more money, more problems, not— not— not me, its them In the pen but I need a— need a— need a— need a— need a pen You aint never got that food on conny and nearly fucked up the whip You aint ever scraped that bowl and left crumbs on the sink I told bro I just wrapped four daughters, be done in a bit I got my chest lookin like a footballers, just water when I come with the drip I got pain on my chest so I found comfort in it I wore prison issue vest back when my sweatbox hit Inverness Same Heads, just a different head Same buj, just a different press I was depressed now Im in the press New year, its a different stress Girls in the ends, nah, I didnt need a friend They didnt wanna know me— know me— know me— know me— know me then They say more money, more problems, not— not— not me, its them In the pen but I need a— need a— need a— need a— need a pen Girls in the ends , nah, I didnt need a friend They didnt wanna know me— know me— know me— know me— know me then They say more money, more problems, not— not— not me, its them In the pen but I need a— need a— need a— need a— need a pen Same Heads, just a different head Same buj, just a different press I was depressed, now Im in the press New year, its a different stress Same Heads, just a different head Same buj, just a different press I was depressed now Im in the press New year, its a different stress Girls in the ends, nah, I didnt need a friend They didnt wanna know me— know me— know me— know me— know me then They say more money, more problems, not— not— not me, its them In the pen but I need a— need a— need a— need a— need a pen Girls in the ends , nah, I didnt need a friend They didnt wanna know me— know me— know me— know me— know me then They say more money, more problems, not— not— not me, its them Pen but I need a— need a— need a— need a— need a pen Know me— Know me then They didnt wanna know me then They didnt wanna know me thenEmbed

Showed Me Lyrics See I cant trust no more, I only trust my money machine Cause the only ones who doubted ones who came up with me One inside the head, gotta keep this gun where I sleep Itll come around these sides, nigga, we ride out Bando buzzin round the Eastside like beehives, and Now we runnin round in Vlive, nigga, we live now Said that he would ride or die, then swear he showed me How much times is you gon lie ? Boy, you showed me One percent, all you see is the wrist behind them tints My old link wanna link, but Im good in my Cuban link How many times have we took that risk and act before you even used to think? We just gotta get back like Ludacris Just stepped in Harrods, spent some wads on me and gangdem How bro-bro lose that machine? Now the feds come and pree the pattern Told lil bro he aint ever gotta force the badness Dont be the guy to sign out cause youre just tryna prove yourself to the mandem Made it happen From a place where its hard to make it happen Close to the edge, they wanna see me fall off like Bradley Branning Had to spend them wappies same way I spent on fashion Tryna get down the opps, put em on a shirt, make em part of brandin See I cant trust no more, I only trust my money machine Cause the only ones who doubted ones who came up with me One inside the head, gotta keep this gun where I sleep Itll come around these sides, nigga, we ride out Bando buzzin round the Eastside like beehives, and Now we runnin round in Vlive, nigga, we live now Said that he would ride or die, then swear he showed me How much times is you gon lie? Boy, you showed me How much times did I slide with two in the smoke and manage? Now twenty-five for that , I guess life is lavish Auto in a auto, cant forget when that dinger was manual Or when I saddled with my shotty and bomber jacket I can tell you bout field work, never played for Crystal Palace I let this bad B give me hassle only cause she ratchet and hold this ratchet How much times did I buss that package, build two country phones and balance? Wrote my first tape in the T-house, I invested in my trizzy and talent See I cant trust no more, I only trust my money machine Cause the only ones who doubted ones who came up with me One inside the head, gotta keep this gun where I sleep Itll come around these sides, nigga, we ride out Bando buzzin round the Eastside like beehives, and Now we runnin round in Vlive, nigga, we live now He said that he would ride or die, then swear he showed me How much times is you gon lie? Boy, you showed me Yo, ADP on beats, boyEmbed

Nearly Died Lyrics Niggas keeping up with funny shit I don’t know what’s wrong but my instincts told me suttin is I got this chromie with a rubber grip Risk my freedom is it worth the risk? No nuttin is I stay ready if they wanna diss Got my Rambo when I cut that brick Shawty complained saying she thought that I was done with this I tell her its just one more flip I couldn’t take another loss on my country strip Gun on hip, we’ll come and pull up where your mummy lives Don’t judge me‚ I know that shit fuckery But I ain’t take all these risks for an ungrateful prick to bump me All them left and rights ducking from them undies I was tryna get the bestest price‚ I fund myself nobody ain’t fund me I was broke and I loved myself nobody ain’t love me Now they tell me that they love me and they need me out in Dublin Niggas got they’re hand out they but they ain’t feed me in the dungeon And I never had nuthin when I was buckin ops in Dunlin I nearly died for this paper‚ look my eyes honest All this money all this power got my eyes on it And my country phone still got all these clients on it And all these long nights I just had, I’m still tired from it Wildin, confused‚ I don’t know why I risked my life for, this food They want me on a pave with white chalk, for true Kill them with success so mines all for you All this pain I went through I nearly died Times we lost all our waps but we never hide I told all my niggas that its love‚ I never lied Mind working like I’m sixty-five turning twenty-five, shit This young nigga come up selling light now we lit Now this young nigga can afford to light up his wrist I don’t glamorise jail, them lonely nights they were shit Niggas thing this shit was easy, but I nearly died from these risks Couldn’t wait for it to dry when I whip I couldn’t cope jakes pulled up side to side with my whip It was bootcuts now they say I’m coming aight with the drip Niggas think this shit was easy, but I nearly died from these risks I nearly died for this paper, look my eyes honest All this money all this power got my eyes on it And my country phone still got all these clients on it And all these long nights I just had, I’m still tired from it Wildin, confused, I don’t know why I risked my life for, this food They want me on a pave with white chalk, for true Kill them with success so mines all for youEmbed

Done Know Lyrics This that I understand wave This that I overstand wave From a young age, we over a plan wave, you know? Ayy , yo I see yutes on ends patrollin , strapped up, ridin, rollin I salute them like I know them, done know Hate when they see you progress, no matter how much love you show them Cant help it when youre chosen , done know Step with God on my side, these times everyones carrying knives But where Im from, that just life, done know And if he dont carry that skеng, he know when his paigons see him, he dеad Tell me what you know about life and death, done know Boy, just stop it Rappin like you got real beef, I heard that you squashed it I had a little battle with six MCs , I cant call that beef If you see your opps and pull out your camera , what you call that, G? I checked grandma in the hood as I always would, always will She dont ever wanna move , and I cant tell her how to feel Kids might see me and diamonds shining, tell you how pressure feels I was in college in the heart of Tottenham when I first signed a deal Where gunshots go off for real Just rockin my Rollie , I was year nine in Stoney Number four rise been boast Ask round, they all know me darg Hornsey right round to Finsbury Park Couldnt cut me a half of B , luckily I got dope from bars Always been on my Ps and Qs, Gs, zip Rum and KA sippin If you aint got a blitz between your clique, thats Still walkin off if I aint whippin No God got me , I aint trippin In the barber shop , like I aint slippin Ciaga Yo I see yutes on ends patrollin , strapped up, ridin, rollin I salute them like I know them, done know Hate when they see you progress, no matter how much love you show them Cant help it when youre chosen , done know Step with God on my side, these times everyones carrying knives But where Im from, that just life , done know And if he dont carry that skeng, he know when his paigons see him, he dead Tell me what you know about life and death , done know I see yutes in the ends patrollin, I was seventeen tryna be on my pole ting I couldnt care less about voting Thirteen trying to steal for a living, then I just started to rob like Holding First time I got nicked police gave me a caution, they know I done that pokin The birds to the bros for a joke ting, I wouldve never known it Couldnt ever get like this, everyones out usin Motorolas I couldve been dead or in jail, bet on my life and will thats progress Young nigga comin off coke heads, how still answer the nizzy and Stoney They wanna ban drill, but I touch roads that I had with drill The come up was real, cah they really dont want man to drill Stuck on the track, they dont want us to win, we just got to be tactical I just want my unborn kids all good when I write my will Im just tryna jugg the drawer out and write these riddims Qway when were back in the trap house just tryna slide this sim in Growin up in Tottenham, tryna learn how to rhyme like Chippy I live life on the edge , but I thank God for the life Im living I see yutes on ends patrollin , strapped up, ridin, rollin I salute them like I know them, done know Hate when they see you progress, no matter how much love you show them Cant help it when youre chosen , done know Step with God on my side, these times everyones carrying knives But where Im from, that just life, done know And if he dont carry that skeng, he know when his paigons see him, he dead Tell me what you know about life and death , done know One Done know NAEmbed

PTSD Lyrics The Elements Yo I got PTSD, I dont need sympathy Im industry but Im still in the street My young boy got life and that young brother died And neither side screamed Victory Them niggas cant gather the heart to go ride So they sneak dissin on me Throw my heart on the line, they dont feel it like me No sweatboxes, fuck a You want bringers from me but werent visitin me You know what Im like, two wrong dont make rights So I still did it for free Countin this money aint bringin me peace, yеah Same way countin this money, make mе feel relieved Armed jakes and I pray Im goin straight to the station I come off vacation, I need a vacation Somebodys hatin, is it Gang Unit? Or did I just piss off probation again? I got beef in the streets and I cant get nicked at my shavers again I just caught a next case, them lawyer fees I gotta pay them again Somebody got shot and it wasnt by Kaylum They say theres postcode wars, now theres wars on the postcode Dont know how Im still loyal to the pavement See a opp boy go from hero to zero and didnt get praised for his braveness Bought hope to the trench, they dont wanna hope for the dawn, no I got PTSD, I dont need sympathy Im industry but Im still in the street My young boy got life and that young brother died And neither side screamed Victory Them niggas cant gather the heart to go ride So they sneak dissin on me Throw my heart on the line, they dont feel it like me No sweatboxes, fuck a You want bringers from me but werent visitin me You know what Im like, two wrong dont make rights So I still did it for free Countin this money aint bringin me peace, yeah Same way countin this money, make me feel relieved I put that Q on top of the two-pack and made changes I was married to the T-house before them rose and talkin stages Free little bro, we aint spoke in ages Have one of the Gs come home then the next one goes Oh no, its comin like Usher, tradin places If I got from the court staff He coulda got caught with the corner Im out in the safe house or the transporter Denzel Washington, Jason Statham The brosdem wont let me glide no more Cant have a superstar out in Leyton Skeng in the hands, got a opp and I shaved him Live and twist I got PTSD, I dont need sympathy Im industry but Im still in the street My young boy got life and that young brother died And neither side screamed Victory Them niggas cant gather the heart to go ride So they sneak dissin on me Throw my heart on the line, they dont feel it like me No sweatboxes, fuck a You want bringers from me but werent visitin me You know what Im like, two wrong dont make rights So I still did it for free Countin this money aint bringin me peace, yeah Same way countin this money, make me feel relieved Embed

Cargo Lyrics Still reload on cargo Move work like Marlo, fats that looking like hardo Look at the flick of the wrist Traphouse looking Tescos, but we aint go no barcode Thats food and chairs like Nandos, watch us step in the bando Watch how I break this brick, everything get dismantled What you know bout weighing up so much grub? The battery scale just ran out Shoes on then I do road, I could never leave my gang out Bruck down Vauxhall in it into improve driving skills Everytime so we go get lurky, I remind bro wipe the wheel We bought this skeng off a one week flip, cah they like the deals I know the T-house into detail, with my Lyca phone Im skilled Send them texts until it wont let me send no more Plus I gotta keep it in script with numbers, I got my trap phone insured Rudeboy you aint ever look through the blinds at night, see the feds bout to boom that door Then dive head first out the window, turn the left and thank the Lord All a nigga tryna do, is turn 1 into 2 In the kitchen they think I do juju, all I do is re-up on new food Then I just do it again Count up these 50s and 20s and 10s, then do it again Again and again Bring that weight, bring my phone all benching I was 18, me and big bro doing up Tetris, trips are endless Headie One and Section Still get round there with my cheffers, fly out the ride and drench it Still reload on cargo Move work like Marlo, fats that looking like hardo Look at the flick of the wrist Traphouse looking Tescos, but we aint go no barcode Thats food and chairs like Nandos, watch us step in the bando Watch how I break this brick, everything get dismantled What you know bout weighing up so much grub? The battery scale just ran out Shoes on then I do road, I could never leave my gang out I dont even sleep no more, I just wait till the pack goes out Thank God that I made it home, now I gotta sit back and count Everyday risk taking, this week done a thousand miles Seen the square come in, go out, done it so many times lost count Trap talk, I do it fluent Running through so much weight in the bando and the neighbours are clueless When I see these grams, all Im thinking is move it This Headie One flow that Im using, it can get confusing Packs with elastic bands, I buy that monthly I dont go country, trap in the ends Im comfy When I send the texts, watch the line go jumpy Have her put it on silent, making bare noise and fuckery Go my hands in so much green and I still dont eat my salad Skid up the car on my man, I assist that goal like Hazard I smoke broccoli cabbage, its that go in backwards Trap, mash and I do rap, this year causing madness Still reload on cargo Move work like Marlo, fats that looking like hardo Look at the flick of the wrist Traphouse looking Tescos, but we aint go no barcode Thats food and chairs like Nandos, watch us step in the bando Watch how I break this brick, everything get dismantled What you know bout weighing up so much grub? The battery scale just ran out Shoes on then I do road, I could never leave my gang outEmbed

Drillers & Trappers Lyrics Move weight I love Latex gloves Skengs, Rambos, flickies All part of my favourite stuff Boys in blue still want me in the wing, no Damien Duff My young boy did a week in the T and all now he aint changed it up I’m still risk taking Gun under the mattress, sawn-off joints in the basement Feds went and booted off my door, they found that one and I had no replacement But it aint nothing, from long time my shankgame been amazing All I wanna do is get these reddies, ive been impatient No time wasting Fold these twenties before I even tied my laces That’s night shifts, day shifts If youre in the trap, you better have me in your playlist Me and Rev thats Freddy and Jason, I mean Jason and Freddy Twin these rambos, buck them both Im tryna get cheffy When I chase these opps, Im tryna make somebody chase some henny Fuck with the gang thats deadly Cos the team been horrid and thats way before Henry Bad B ask what I do I told her drilling and trapping Feds want me in jail, in my cell, tryna put abs in Pull up on opps and I buss these doors like, yo, whats happenin? Allo that talk on the net, bet you aint got that chat when we’re krashing Bad b ask what I do She heard I been chinging and krashing But she way too inna, I had to tell her cool off boo Unless you wanna hold this hand ting, I don’t wanna do no chattin Turn this 1 into 2 and make Rev fly like Aladdin Rule Number 1 Dont Leave Your Mates Got Nicked For Attempted Murder But I Got Charged With GBH Im Happy That Heads Went Home But Im Pissed I Never Beat That Case But I Ribbed My Bird And I Banged On Opps And I Had The Whole Team On Shame Rule Number 2 Stay Silent No Comment Fuck Feds I Hate Trident I Don’t Want To Talk To Much But The Opps Aint Riding Only Thing I That I Say Is Stop Running Other Than That, Straight Violence Rule Number 3 Dont Lack Rule 4 Go Get Dem Papers Hit The Other Side Then Attack Bring Smoke Or Step With Shavers Shoe Box Filled With Racks Cuh I Make Bread Like Bakers They Want Me Underground Like Escalators Rule Number 5 Dont Trust These Hoes Niggas Be Hating On Me Getting Paid Then They Must Be Broke I Hit Upsi Loads Latex Gloves When I Touch This Smoke 4 4 Long That’s New Or Get Round Dere With Rusty Pole Bad B ask what I do I told her drilling and trapping Fed want me in jail, in my cell, tryna put absinthe Pull up on opps and I buss these doors like, yo, whats happenin? Allo that talk on the net, bet you aint got that chat when were krashing Bad b ask what I do She heard I been chinging and krashing But she way too inna, I had to tell her cool off boo Unless you wanna hold this hand ting, I dont wanna do no chattin Turn this 1 into 2 and make Rev fly like AladdinEmbed

Handle It Lyrics Who made this? JB made this Gotcha Why them man there love tarkin? Man really dont do reasonin Man really hit the market and bargain I been tryna get it cheapest Get that soft and whip it It comin out strong like Future and Weeknd Heavy metal on me, I just cant step naked Its nuttin like the Garden of Eden Everyones speakin till they turned target Nuttin like the DJ OT, OT, OT, half my life mans got money three ways Funny how they aint want me free, ay Minor setbacks, major comebacks, I really touched road And I went and got straight to the game like EA Finessed this chingin, bro assisted, thats my PA The T house was my studio, that spin ting be my DJ All I see is new faces, most of the goons old school like Freeway Opp boys saying that we aint on nuttin Theyre just soundin like fools, thats cliche All we know is beefin Nobody taught us how to peace make Most of the mandem teethin Got corn flying more time than BA M way, make a killin Them man broke, still chillin That aint a real drillin That must be Djibril like Cisse Ah-yeah, backin the wap and its all over Two .45s in a Range Rover See these shells, you can hold that one If youre callin it beef, we can handle it Ah-yeah, backin the wap and its all over Two .45s in a Range Rover See these shells, you can hold that one If youre callin it beef, we can handle it Nuttin but money and violence Anytime I touch the roads Treat the dots like Noah Two at a time when the pumpy loads Invest in brand new skengs I dont deal with no rusty poles Now the clip works like my whip Automatic, touch and go Mum said if you dont change Youll end up dead or rot in jail I never chose this life Like I tried kick ball but the option failed Had me on train to cunch Jumping barriers at Tottenham Hale I told bro its gonna be a long night Look we might have to sleep top and tail What do you know about copping a brand new hammer But youre pissed cause youve got no nails? Before I got the spin ting Had the sawn off dots with bells You better watch who you roll with A friend of a opp is a opp as well Bad B come to the nizz for the D How you callin this thot your girl? I can tell you about bando trips In the trap with no electricity Counting prof with the candles lit If its beef then we handle it How many times did I make that beat? Just like Steel Banglez did Put both hands right round it and squeeze Like Im tryna strangle it Ah-yeah, backin the wap and its all over Two .45s in a Range Rover See these shells, you can hold that one If youre callin it beef, we can handle it Ah-yeah, backin the wap and its all over Two .45s in a Range Rover See these shells, you can hold that one If youre callin it beef, we can handle it Ah-yeahEmbed

The Boys Lyrics Theyre my brothers in arms forever We just see eye to eye And I, I cant explain any deeper than that Yeah theyre the boys Yeah theyre the boys Yeah theyre the boys Yeah theyre the boys Yeah theyre the boys Yeah theyre the boys Yeah theyre the Yeah theyre the... How many man have the gangdem got? How many-how many got-got? How many man have the gangdem got? Big Shaq, Big Shaq, Big Shaq, Big Shaq, got How many man have the gangdem got? How many-how many got-got? How many man have the gangdem got? Big Shaq, Big Shaq, Big Shaq, Big Shaq, got How many man have the gangdem got? How many-how many got-got? How many man have the gangdem got? Big Shaq, Big Shaq, Big Shaq, Big Shaq, got How many man have the gangdem got? How many-how many got-got? How many man have the gangdem got?Embed

Sinner Lyrics Smallgod Hah, mindblown Oh lord am a sinner Im stuck in my ways Im a driller Mene akatafoc baako Mmienu Hyia moa Y3hye vanilla Girl no bedi me for dinner Fr3 no melina Akoraa bone bia Mehyia no kwan ho Menkai 3hefa Oh lord am a sinner Im stuck in my ways Im a driller Mene akatafoc baako Mmienu Hyia moa Y3hye vanilla Girl no bedi me for dinner Fr3 no melina Akoraa bone bia Mehyia no kwan ho Menkai 3hefa Ey I used to be a goat, then I turned myself into gorilla Link up with the mandems rolling blunts smoking vanilla Design no ye Off White, Luis Vuitton anaa se Fila Aha ye trap house nso treating no sе five star villa Templise apartmеnt Breaking Bad me ne Scrilla No smoking inside Nso ma twa atoso KingKong Godzilla Sofo no ba no feeling, Wonte meho gyae wafa mela Ne papa se da, meye savage, meye sinner So I had to go on my knees look at heaven and pray to the Lord Link up with 5 bad bitches Womo nyinaa fre abroad Nea ye ye Wo sumase ye Breaking Bad ye breaking law Champagne no gye splash splash when we pour Oh lord am a sinner Im stuck in my ways Im a driller Mene akatafoc baako Mmienu Hyia moa Y3hye vanilla Girl no bedi me for dinner Fr3 no melina Akoraa bone bia Mehyia no kwan ho Menkai 3hefa Oh lord am a sinner Im stuck in my ways, Im a driller Mene akatafoc baako Mmienu Hyia moa Y3hye vanilla Girl no bedi me for dinner Fr3 no melina Akoraa bone bia Mehyia no kwan ho Menkai 3hefa Im a sinner Bro-bros got itchy fingers, we keep it summer in the middle of the winter Duffle bag filled with paper, treat that Louis V bag like a printer Link my hitter hell get that done, then I might link Ama, or might link Linda Or both Yo, got this next girl, y3 fr3 noh akos Touch GH for the peace of mind, back in then ends, feds doing the most Got asbo from Scotland, had to put a Nina of light in the post Thats that TT grub up north, all the things I had to do by the coast Now we coasting in a 4x4 We dont talk much, cah its cheap to talk Windows tinted, the jeep in sports Back in the day it was trapping aint dead, street niggas tryna turned to entrepreneurs Suns out, guns out, we in shorts 3 hand tings, its a free for all Oh lord am a sinner Im stuck in my ways, Im a driller Mene akatafoc baako Mmienu Hyia moa Y3hye vanilla Girl no bedi me for dinner Fr3 no melina Akoraa bone bia Mehyia no kwan ho Menkai 3hefa Oh lord am a sinner Im stuck in my ways, Im a driller Mene akatafoc baako Mmienu Hyia moa Y3hye vanilla Girl no bedi me for dinner Fr3 no melina Akoraa bone bia Mehyia no kwan ho Menkai 3hefa If I get there, you better get back If you didnt hear, take a bloodclaat step back Chest shots or Ill hit a mans head back Beat slugs I aint getting no lead back Old school days, had beef with a redneck yute On god, I shoulda dead that yute With all the corn I had, I shoulda fed that yute Man, I shoulda fed that yute Man, really try violate me? What? Dont you know L to the P? That young kid who came out the scene Came from the slums, and was placed in a dream Name a young boy thats really with this Been on my job, I really did this Ive been on my job, ion know about you I dont wanna know about you lot Lambo, Huracan Ghanaian driller, no Kumerican I just caught me a opp, got yinged in his top Whys he shouting out sorry like Americans? Oh lard, Im a sinner I got 3 times 2 in this spinner I think that its time like dinner To show the peoples dem whos realerEmbed

On Man Lyrics This is a Melo beat Moneyevery on the track .38 kick tryna hit mans head I don’t even do MMA How many times gang do it all bait? Pigs tryna put the goons on telly And they flew man down to a vet Couple these dogs from some of these cats Jump out gang, swingin this mop If not, mans still tryna do it with shank Back hand grip with my black blade How many times have I made man plank? Opp boys see me in the flesh And I swam ’em just cah their attitude stank Still tell the young ones stay in school But Im still out ere spottin drills, its mad Bro just scored, always firin Even started oilin this pan If I aint score, I assist like Gerrard I’ve done quite well down this flank How Trident still on man And all of these bad B’s still on man? I already do this live in the streets We aint gotta do it on ’gram Bro got sentenced, I told him ride this pigeon Do it and land Hows Trident still on man And all of these bad B’s still on man? Went jail, touched road, got fans And all now theyre claimin theyre still on gang Five years ago, tryna turn man Am Even though we had Am Four door, catchin feels with gang Semi-automatic drill on man Hows Trident still on man And all of these bad Bs still on man? Went jail, touched road, got fans And all now theyre claimin theyre still on gang Five years ago, tryna turn man Am Even though we had Am Four door, catchin feels with gang Semi-automatic drill on man Spent five bills on a sawn off dots Cant complain, thats cheap and chearful Passenger side of my best friends ride Tryna aim at the side of the vehicle I dont wanna miss, tell bro slow down, be careful From a young boy like NBA Been tryna score points, no air balls Been in the field in Tottenham Since that kit was made by Kappa Trident had me in jail While you was getting turfed by girls in Nappa Probation got me on license Told me Im violent, talking bout mapper I dont about them things there Last time I checked, Im just a rapper Got the drop, I was wanted by feds They were onto me and my guys So I just went on the run, like Jay Z and his wife Got nicked for a skeng and an AM No evidence at the scene of the crime Hit that interview room and I say no comment I dont need legal advice Hows Trident still on man And all of these bad Bs still on man? Went jail, touched road, got fans And all now theyre claimin theyre still on gang Five years ago, tryna turn man Am Even though we had Am Four door, catchin feels with gang Semi-automatic drill on man Hows Trident still on man And all of these bad Bs still on man? Went jail, touched road, got fans And all now theyre claimin theyre still on gang Five years ago, tryna turn man Am Even though we had Am Four door, catchin feels with gang Semi-automatic drill on man2Embed

Finer Things Lyrics JAE5 They say that talk is way cheaper than the silence is So the new gun dem come with silencer They investigate our cases, tryna tie us in That nigga lacked respect, he had to die for it I aint dwellin on my losses cause I like to win Pedal bike cycling, my trousers need a diamond Theyre sendin undercover, wrapped and wirin They tryna bring us down, we onto finer things We got our own machines no we dont borrow Bro drawed it out the Polo Said he wishes that hammer was a Smith and not Apollo My next bro caught a burden, werent his fault though He woulda been free if his over jacket didnt have a logo Summer in the city in my condo And all the waps I bought, I put on foenem, I coulda bought a foreign Had options first, not them, we lost them We went back again and then we bought them The opps dem, we shot them Theres penthouses, top floors and top tens Funny how them jail grams, they went out for five-0 and four-0 Now we bring this nina out, this for tour Uptown with the gangnem, my single just went platinum I put my life on the line for the mandem I went to jail and felt like I was abandoned I spent time in, so now I need my everything timeless They say that talk is way cheaper than the silence is So the new gun dem come with silencer They investigate our cases, tryna tie us in That nigga lacked respect, he had to die for it I aint dwellin on my losses cause I like to win Pedal bike cycling, my trousers need a diamond Theyre sendin undercover, wrapped and wirin They tryna bring us down, we onto finer things Yo, I can never change my past cause that will forever live with me Significant role for that nina , the judge tried to finish me I had the fours with the big nose, come like a mini-me And a tray with the rubber grip for comfortability CEO, now Im legitimate My probation dont know the difference, I tried, they wont let me live I was flat on my face, look what I made of it Uh, I took a mile, they only gave an inch Im seein changes, Prada shades on, they so dark I made a night shift out a day shift And still I see my bracelets All this water, I leave puddles on the pavements I put my life on the line for the mandem I went to jail and felt like I was abandoned I spent time in, so now I need my everyting timeless They say that talk is way cheaper than the silence is So the new gun dem come with silencer They investigate our cases, tryna tie us in That nigga lacked respect, he had to die for it I aint dwellin on my losses cause I like to win Pedal bike cycling, my trousers need a diamond Theyre sendin undercover, wrapped and wirin They tryna bring us down, we onto finer things Talk is way cheaper than the silence is So the new gun dem come with silencer They investigate our cases, tryna tie us in That nigga lacked respect, he had to die for it I aint dwellin on my losses cause I like to win Pedal bike cycling, my trousers need a diamond Theyre sendin undercover, wrapped and wirin They tryna bring us down, we onto finer things Embed

Snaps Lyrics Soundboi Sometimes forget that I rap Got niggas askin for snaps While Im walking with packs Just take a walk in the trapIts like Walking Dead, bare zombies Dats why were walking with racks Sometimes forget that I rap Got niggas askin for snaps While Im walking with packs Just take a walk in the trap Its like Walking Dead, bare zombies Dats why were walking with racks When niggas are askin when my tape drops While Im walking with a flake box Wants a picture by the bait blocks I told them hurry, let me scate off Ive been dropping all this weight off Still dripping, yeah I spray up on him Niggas are askin if I rap still But my reloads, yeah their rap deals The money makers want another tape Cah they know I know how the jerk feels My little jigga said he listen to him Made a hunnaK, man its that real They miss a nigga, but Im back still New coupe with the black wheels Got a nigga too loose with the Mac still He let it go whenever I say I dont watch shows, I dont watch mine But its cool, its better that way Im a OG, Im setting my ways Thats why things get settled that way And free my niggas out the jailhouse They dont care what the evidence say Sometimes forget that Im a artist Dont give a fuck whos the hardest When I got workers hitting them targets Putting that 10/10 on the market I made sells not Yeah my trap-phone, it just charted Sometimes forget that I rap Got niggas askin for snaps While Im walking with packs Just take a walk in the trap Its like Walking Dead, bare zombies Dats why were walking with racks Sometimes forget that I rap Got niggas askin for snaps While Im walking with packs Just take a walk in the trap Its like Walking Dead, bare zombies Dats why were walking with racks Sometimes forget that I rap Still in the field, I cant lack Im live on the radio with that wap Or Im on a fast lane with shank I got a hoodie up, I wear hats Or I get recognised by dem kats Gangdem bringing trap-phones on tour Man aint tryna put the hustle on pause On a lead to my young boy chopping up raw All I hear give me the light-light some paw Cant war without money, if you had it You wouldnt want war, thats why I was tour Im with the bros still doing up opp-block course Tryna slap off these 4s Cah Im a long way from pedal bikes Ten man deep with samurai swords Kway back 014, buss a pack so big Before I might need a samurai sword All the trips that we done in a bruck down Ford J been on the B way before in court Who woulda thought all these labels want it in tour? Tryna put main ting, I dont chat In studio making a track And my tracksuit smelling like crack Gon hit my spot tryna bill it I put your T house on that hitlist Get that trap-phone, and made racks Sometimes forget that I rap Got niggas askin for snaps While Im walking with packs Just take a walk in the trap Its like Walking Dead, bare zombies Dats why were walking with racks Sometimes forget that I rap Got niggas askin for snaps While Im walking with packs Just take a walk in the trap Its like Walking Dead, bare zombies Dats why were walking with racksEmbed

GMD Lyrics I told bro I’m itchin to ride He said yo, just take it easy I’ll take that risk like CB Put man all over the TV Still anyting shh get shh Dem man don’t wanna see me Make food disappear Houdini Now I got keys to the beamer like Beenie Jeepers Creepers, Freddie and Jason through your speakers Get round there in tracky and slides then run man down in their sneakers Grim reapers, Bet you don’t resurrect like Jesus Jeepers creepers, get rid of that yute like foetus One for the money Two in the dots that’s lost Surprised that the gang’s still free Now we still put new fours on the block Fuck five-o Had me bang up at about six so I couldn’t keep my eyes off the clock Touch road and I took that risk I sold seven Gs of rock Eight times out of ten gang got it Anyting shh get shh Make man trip, spill, vomit Shh got shh from the shh way lil bro, one lock it Last night won that lat Blood all over the bonnet I had the whole block doin up moshpit Guns, money and drugs You already know, gang been doin up road Bad Bs throwin up Os How can we be broke? If we rap white like K koke Next few shows, we’re gonna spend that money on smoke Pochettino, tryna do G money like Nino Ride man’s ting, go light man’s skin like he’s albino All black like emo Put 10 in the back, Coutinho Out here getting paid in full And I tell girls that my real name’s Rico They try mock me cos RV had a job like H boogie Didn’t come for me and play looksee GBH showed prints from the crime scene Jury looked at me like How could he? In, Fully, Big, Bully Opps still chat on the net I’ve been there day and night, Kid Cudi Big man chatty and past the time Palm of the skeng When we go past the nine Shh got chinged in the ride He ran and couldn’t make it past the line Shh got chinged and snitched I swear that he’s still up in court and cryin I see man doin a vid, still out tryna flex with ice You coulda got smoked in your head But you’re like 35 When’s the last time man’s done a works, that’s awkward Man wont free they’re cautious Cah they know gang’s all about scorin Guns, money and drugs You already know, gang been doin up road Bad Bs throwin up Os How can we be broke? If we rap white like K koke Next few shows, we’re gonna spend that money on smokeEmbed

Tate Lyrics Afraid of my kid eatin? Man will be fuckin down for that, bros Just let me know the time It be interesting today at work There were odds running around And Im lookin at them motherfuckers like Blud, do you know what mans doing? Mans with the mandem So they already know And you aint heard from none of the broskis And you aint heard from none of the, none of the And you aint heard from none of the broskis And you aint heard from none of the, none of the And you aint heard from none of the broskis And you aint heard from none of thе, none of the And you aint heard from nonе of the broskis And you aint heard from none of the, none of the And you aint heard from none of the I dont quite know How to say Just how I feel I dont quite know How to say Just how I feel Just how I feel Just how I feel Just how I feel Just how I feel I dont know how I feel Broskis And you aint heard from none of the, none of the And you aint heard from none of the broskis And you aint heard from none of the, none of the And you aint heard from none of the broskis And you aint heard from none of the, none of the And you aint heard from none of the broskis And you aint heard from none of the, none of the And you aint heard from none of the broskis I dont quite know How to say How I feel She wont dive in But I still cant breathe Its what you did to me How I feel I dont know How I feel Oh Just how I feel And you aint heard from none of the, none of the And you aint heard from none of the broskis And you aint heard from none of the, none of the And you aint heard from none of the broskis And you aint heard from none of the, none of the And you aint heard from none of the broskis And you aint heard from none of the, none of the And you aint heard from none of the broskis Heard from none of the broskis Heard from none of the Heard from none of the broskis Heard from none of the Man fuckin dardy, trust me, bruv Nah its just, walk– Mans just tryna Mans just tryna turn up, Fred This summers gonna be fuckin lit, broEmbed

In to Win Lyrics Sykes, Sykes In to win, cant be in to lose I need me 10 bricks, I don’t need no Qs M way trips with crews, ooh Same tracksuit, same shoes Still we played the field, they say in your boots Ooh ooh All I talk is money, I don’t really care about views More than enough corn for the whats it And it come bigger than Wotsits Still go put the 4s on the table and chop it When I rise in the AM, I gotta count this profit Still step out smokey, from kway back the gang been governed Back then my nephew was a curious one, I had to keep him away from the cupboard Knee, watch and face must be funny, Id rather go die on my feet I’m stubborn Was baguettes with mustard, all of those terrible cakes and custard All I know is hustle, make these tennies just fold out here Real talk its been cold out here, but I’m good, it aint always been comfort You don’t wanna get fried like chicken, thats Southern I put two hands on the grip on this rubber, Ill make man dance without hearing no dubstep Solve problems with violence, them man wish they had clout like I did Thats got all of them out here trying, but their hearts not in it, theyre tired Them man been snitching, they wired Pigs never let the gang on wireless You know we bring heat to the gigs like Ryan In to win, cant be in to lose I need me 10 bricks, I don’t need no Qs M way trips with crews, ooh Same tracksuit, same shoes Still we played the field, they say in your boots Ooh ooh All I talk is money, I don’t really care about views More than enough corn for the whats it And it come bigger than Wotsits Still go put the 4s on the table and chop it When I rise in the AM, I gotta count this profit 9 hour trip, thats what you call O, when you hear them say Ken, no they don’t mean Ryu It was good to fling water on the wrist, cah jailhouse, I could do Refling it in D’Yeu 90 on the M with a two and my blue and my boys gon fling it on my yout Please be mindful, you think that verbal is cool till youre drenched out lying in a pool I aint never played by the rules, do a drill, then I’m top floor lying in a pool writing on the wall for myself, old billys just lying on the court Still out here, shotty unsawn cah I aint tryna sell myself short New dinger, we can fling it in sports Tell the opps they gotta crawl before they walk In to win, cant be in to lose I need me 10 bricks, I don’t need no Qs M way trips with crews, ooh Same tracksuit, same shoes Still we played the field, they say in your boots Ooh ooh All I talk is money, I don’t really care about views More than enough corn for the whats it And it come bigger than Wotsits Still go put the 4s on the table and chop it When I rise in the AM, I gotta count this profitEmbed

The One Two Lyrics ShadowOnTheBeat I was all alone in my cell coming to the end of my third year of basic I had a one spliff of hash Ayy, imagine a nigga dont even smoke Im back at my tizz today, slapping her hair and lining the radio They said, dont expect no love when Im back I just laugh cah they already done told me Im the one They told me Im the one Im back How I want a Aston Martin How the gang love Rémy Martins They told me Im the one Im back How I want a Aston Martin How the gang love Rémy Martins How you turn your back on the kid? That was expected from you Thats why I was ready for you All now you didnt know what they told me to do Im playing ball now, still I try give respect where its due Dont let me take that from you It wont be pleasant for me or be pleasant for you finesse from me, no lose, Im protected from you She thought she fell in love but shes confused, she fell in love with the crew Didnt they know Im the one, two Im playing ball now, Im playing one-twos I gave you all year round me playing one-twos They think I do ooh but trust me, Ive never see uncle Cant play fair, I play it foul, still playing one-twos Im playing ball now, Im playing one-twos I gave you all year round, still playing one-twos They think I do ooh but trust me, Ive never see uncle Cant play fair, I play it foul, still playing one-twos We dont die young Watch me die as a hero, maybe unsung Road everyday with the skeng, then soon after, my crib got spun And it werent til I met Jay, when I first see a whole one Still it got chopped, Jackie Chan I was in the can counting days until I reached two and one That nigga that you saw no face in the twos, it was one That twenty three hour turned me to a savage like 21 I made a bag every day, so guess what? I just blew me one Im playing ball now, Im playing one-twos I gave you all year round me playing one-twos They think I do ooh but trust me, Ive never see uncle Cant play fair, I play it foul, still playing one-twos Im playing ball now, Im playing one-twos I gave you all year round, still playing one-twos They think I do ooh but trust me, Ive never see uncle Cant play fair, I play it foul, still playing one-twos One Im playing ball now, Im playing one-twos They think I do ooh but trust me, Ive never seen uncle Cant play fair, I play it foul, still playing one-twos Im playing ball now, Im playing one-twos They think I do ooh but trust me, Ive never seen uncle Cant play fair, I play it foul, still playing one-twos OneEmbed

Yohan Blake Lyrics I mash work on the opps from early, niggas already know my name Gang unit wont leave me alone, so I cant show my face I still jump out and smoke man bait Pull up crash, them man dash like Yohan Blake I put the beef on standby but trust me the programmes changed Dont want to bump into T cos hes a beast like Yohan Blake I get my hands dirty, same way Krept and Konan play Tell Headz come pass me the stick, Usain Bolt and Yohan Blake All Im hearing is verbals, all Im seeing is tweets Cant wait till we meet, Im really out here in these streets I bought fresh garms from Mush, now my swagger looks neat I think Im Mark Duggan, burner on the backseat When Im taking those trips, feels like I chauffeured a skeng I put pressure on the whole of your endz Im not Wood Green no more, had niggas disowning their friends I aint doing no 1 likkle poking, chef man over and over again Young gs in the 125, 2 stunts like Evil Kenevil Or me and Headz in the ride, with a black pump like its diesel Done shots like the Matrix, make sure my guns reloaded like the sequel OFB to the world and back, I take risks for me and my people 38 got wood on the handle, put man on the floor like planks Let it off and they run like Olympics, but I aint bussing no blanks Been round there with Rambos and flickys, man cant tell me bout shanks Try gain one up in the ranks,tell my plug that I gotta give thanks I mash work on the opps from early, niggas already know my name Gang unit wont leave me alone, so I cant show my face I still jump out and smoke man bait Pull up crash, them man dash like Yohan Blake I put the beef on standby but trust me the programmes changed Dont want to bump into T cos hes a beast like Yohan Blake I get my hands dirty, same way Krept and Konan play Tell Headz come pass me the stick, Usain Bolt and Yohan Blake I aint taking no diss, my retaliation rate 1 hunna Dont get your whole gang wiped out, ask Tizzy it takes 1 summer My bro in the booth and he the only one that done a 1 take Last time I finessed that chinging, the Lord knows that I done that one I done that with face, its peak cos I left that trace All I know is weight, 28 grams of flake Invest in the dark like , opps know that the streets aint safe All now I aint seen nothing but fuckboys running like Yohan Blake Handting fat like Biggie Ill get him from far I have Faith Bruck down dinger with altered plates Mask on like RV, you cant see my face Opps say just hold on, were going home theyre coming like Drake Things still sold for a 2 in 2, all I do is jugg and jugg I just touch squares no rubix cube I still move this food No ebeano, Egusi Soup You dont drill and trap cos you said you do, homeboy the truth is truth I mash work on the opps from early, niggas already know my name Gang unit wont leave me alone, so I cant show my face I still jump out and smoke man bait Pull up crash, them man dash like Yohan Blake I put the beef on standby but trust me the programmes changed Dont want to bump into T cos hes a beast like Yohan Blake I get my hands dirty, same way Krept and Konan play Tell Headz come pass me the stick, Usain Bolt and Yohan BlakeEmbed

...For My Own Good Lyrics My little bros caught a life and that shit was hard to digest Psalms 35 tatted on my biceps My loyalty is priceless, my money still a mindset I’m uptown in my Nike tech and still my wrist is timeless I used my black blade, left scrape marks in that Pyrex And then I shave the shh there’s residue on my nice red And all the time on basic all the self help books that I read ? my body but can’t lock my soul or my head 3 years still I wonder where the time went Used to havе like 40 man then like 25 lеft You ever padded with a man with 25 left? And that’s stressed but you can’t stress? Slept in a room with burnt foil for my own good The truth hurts but my sis told me for my own good She said you’re way too loyal for your own good Shit hits then fan and then you’re feeling like a lone wolf Snakes in the hood, I still go back to my own hood My sis always tell me I’m too loyal for my own good Slept in a room with burnt foil for my own good The truth hurts but my sis told me for my own good She said you’re way too loyal for your own good Shit hits then fan and then you’re feeling like a lone wolf Snakes in the hood, I still go back to my own hood My sis always tell me I’m too loyal for my own good They said it’s snakes in the hood like Medusa in the rain They into blame, they ain’t used to the money or the fame I really seen people change for a change But I wouldn’t be lit if it weren’t for the pain I lost loved ones I had to charge to the game I showed love but my love and your love ain’t the same I’ve got frienemies I’m still loyal to The whole time they praying on my downfall for true If I ain’t doing for the cause, I done it all for you Slept in a room with burnt foil for my own good The truth hurts but my sis told me for my own good She said you’re way too loyal for your own good Shit hits then fan and then you’re feeling like a lone wolf Snakes in the hood, I still go back to my own hood My sis always tell me I’m too loyal for my own good Slept in a room with burnt foil for my own good The truth hurts but my sis told me for my own good She said you’re way too loyal for your own good Shit hits then fan and then you’re feeling like a lone wolf Snakes in the hood, I still go back to my own hood My sis always tell me I’m too loyal for my own goodEmbed

Nothing to Me Lyrics Turn, turn 10-thousand aint nothin to me 20-thousand aint nothin to me Council houses was the come-up for me Now a mortgage on the top of my sleeve Yo, I cant believe that I had my pockets on E Blood— Blood on my hands, sleepless nights Cah nothin werent coming for free All of these racks aint nothin to me I come out on stage and they come with that fee Far away, I woke up to them Qs I done so much road I got blood on my feet Yo, all of those seeds that I went and sowed when I reaped Blood on my hands, sleepless nights cah nothin werent coming for free This fame aint nothin to me I already had fame with the fiends My timepiece cost me a crib up in Leeds This next one cost me a key I bought the gang some semi-autos, I couldve bought me a jeep I aint even gotta do no road and I can still put em to sleep A lot boy got shot in his back and he only wanted a P Funny enough I was with the shotty, so cheer for the cheap These feds on my case, saw me and bae, we touch Monaco for a week I went and got her vintage Chanel bag to match the Chanels on her feet Now me and gang on your playlist We went from basic to A-list How the hell can we be in the charts? I swear we was in a gang Matrix Had my wrist in a Pyrex bowl, and I had it in latex Now I got it in water, all it took was some patience 10-thousand aint nothin to me 20-thousand aint nothin to me Council houses was the come-up for me Now a mortgage on the top of my sleeve Yo, I cant believe that I had my pockets on E Blood— Blood on my hands, sleepless nights Cah nothin werent coming for free All of these racks aint nothin to me I come out on stage and they come with that fee Far away, I woke up to them Qs I done so much road I got blood on my feet Yo, all of those seeds that I went and sowed when I reaped Blood on my hands, sleepless nights cah nothin werent coming for free That boy cant be an opp, he aint nothin to me Yo, he said he aint wantin to beef You was a good citizen and a civilian You was in Uni, when I was on bail Now I see you drop a man when you was juvies But for you it was doing Afrobeats music Big lip, didnt do on a two-step And the other was useless I think hes just pissed cause the young boys caused them a nuisance He was meant to be focused on in-house beef, so I why I aint see you on movements? But I see you online I aint ever heard you go when its score time 10-thousand aint nothin to me 20-thousand aint nothin to me Council houses was the come-up for me Now a mortgage on the top of my sleeve Yo, I cant believe that I had my pockets on E Blood— Blood on my hands, sleepless nights Cah nothin werent coming for free All of these racks aint nothin to me I come out on stage and they come with that fee Far away, I woke up to them Qs I dont so much road I got blood on my feet Yo, all of those seeds that I went and sowed when I reaped Blood on my hands, sleepless nights cah nothin werent coming for freeEmbed

Violence LyricsHeard thats another one beat on her main I heard gang got another one that violent And ops dont know about violence All the bros know about violence And it aint cause the ops done violence Rudeboy took a phone on the ride and now they calling him gliding Unlimited sliding And I cant find a soul in calling that hiding Old skengs in a dance back then if you know about hiking Dem will still pedal bike it Now its four doors then we fly out the side of Pull up skirt Im tryna catch me a write-off How many ops did a gang make sign off Chase something in the mains? now Im tried duck mans chine off How many times did these ops have to duck from the nine em These skengs aint cheap gotta fight fire with fire These things were back in Vauxhall, now we do it in cars we hire How we still boof these dogs we tired On the scoreboard but they acting, call them Josh McGuire Everytime i see man op that block had man inspired Now that pot still get rocked now there is something giant How many ops came close to dying Number one egg to the mains thats a number 1 firing 2 skengs in a ride, thats how you know we styling I heard gang got another one that violent And ops dont know about violence All the bros know about violence And it aint cause the ops done violence Rudeboy took a phone on the ride and now they calling him gliding Unlimited sliding And I cant find a soul in calling that hiding Old skengs in a dance back then if you know about hiking Dem will still pedal bike it Now its four doors then we fly out the side of Pull up skirt Im tryna catch me a write-off How many ops did a gang make sign off Chase something in the mains? now Im tried duck mans chine off1Embed

Louis Vuitton Collar Lyrics TSB I struggle to fuckin this bitch more than once, cause its hard to trust You willin to give anything that I want, in exchange for my love You say you want some more serious people in life, but you want me for fun I really hope you aint out there considering options, Im second to none My lovin aint coming to a price Yet they still pay me top dollar You told me to fuck on this bitch like I love her Have you ever made lovin on ice Are you in love and frustrated, you cant get this twice You call me a dog well then at least go get me a Louis Vuitton collar Just let me live up to my name , a Louis Vuitton collar You call me your dog well then at least go get me a Louis Vuitton collar Let me live up to my name, a Louis Vuitton collar She call me her dog well then at least go get me a Louis Vuitton collar You make her mess up the sheets , I finger fuck her I got shawty comin all over my Patek Phillipe Im out, I got things to do, tell me your plans for the rest of the week You say I got bad habits, sellin for when I was left in the streets For when I was left in the streets We both know that I done did nothing But nothing can turn into something, yeah You wanna cuff me, the cuffs they put me in turned into cufflinks, yeah You shouldve listened to me You cant be patient, then maybe its true that you werent meant for me You call me your dog well then at least go get me a Louis Vuitton collar Let me live up to my name , a Louis Vuitton collar You call me your dog well then at least go get me a Louis Vuitton collar Let me live up to my name, a Louis Vuitton collar She call me her dog well then at least go get me a Louis Vuitton collar Just let me live up to my nameEmbed

Money Moves Lyrics Bricks this shit finna kill these nggas Yeah you feel me man We got diamonds in my watch, every time I walk through, yeah Maybe you wont dance, better make that money move yeah Had a quarter in my pants, but that money made you, girl Money aint a thang, baby, hopping in the Range, yeah Plenty different years, I was looking for them bands, yeah Make em- make em pretty, ion really love that thang, girl Pull up in a Porsche, and we left up in the Benz, yeah When I hopped up out the Porsche, with the gang and not no friends, yeah I was in the trap house really, tryna make me a mill no philly Now Im live in the radio, I cant even answer the lizzy, Ill still do drillings I aint gotta say whos been scoring these points you can even ask siri S-line whip, I love false dingers, my young boy still do it on drillies Bad Bs come to the nizz, we dont want none of that love from Kiki Bomb uptown with a pocket rocket, all plat play freaky Summertime still looking like its freezing and all of this ice looking like its leaking turn 10 and the fiends still fiending, and the lease still decent We got diamonds in my watch, every time I walk through, yeah Maybe you wont dance, better make that money move yeah Had a quarter in my pants, but that money made you, girl Money aint a thang, baby, hopping in the Range, yeah Plenty different years, I was looking for them bands, yeah Make em- make em pretty, ion really love that thang, girl Pull up in a Porsche, and we left up in the Benz, yeah When I hopped up out the Porsche, with the gang and not no friends, yeah I cant trust nobody, I cant even trust my friends All my homies locked up, I aint talking bout no fence Balling like Im Jordan and these haters on the bench Baddies in my car, switching lanes, your shit rented Coolin with your ho, Friday night Im watching Netflix Money come and go, run it up and Ima spend it I was tryna hit the stain, baby, I feel like the man, yeah Remember I was broke, running to the bank, I aint had no change, yeah We got diamonds in my watch, every time I walk through, yeah Maybe you wont dance, better make that money move yeah Had a quarter in my pants, but that money made you, girl Money aint a thang, baby, hopping in the Range, yeah Plenty different years, I was looking for them bands, yeah Make em- make em pretty, ion really love that thang, girl Pull up in a Porsche, and we left up in the Benz, yeah When I hopped up out the Porsche, with the gang and not no friends, yeahEmbed

Know Better Lyrics Yo Free T Free Maxy Free Jazzy Free the rest Its D Live Yo All Ive been hearing is wass Dem boy chatty patty Tell them man they can get served like Krusty Krab and Krabby patties I think they know better My young boy only 15 and hes a known wetter I had to punch my man in the face I wonder if his nose better? Shoulda known better But true say I dont really worry about beef cause im a go getter But if that chick got a back and a nice smile, I go get her But more time its only spur of the moment, I wont bell her And I aint jump out no 4-4 with a 4-4 tryna get man down Nah I rather make racks Spend it make it back and make nan proud And these mans brains wild Like how you been doing 24 for 24 years And you dont have a bag put down? So my bruddas are over, crazy My bros got flows on show and you know we ocean wavey You think dem man can ride our wave Oh no insane g Look Dreadfully embarrassing Dreadful like a dread got snipped when its dangling White ting said she in love with the Bajan voice I said wait You aint know it was a Bajan boy? She say she love it I said right der look pon dis Bajan toy Look uno dont be greedy yuh know Get like yuh matin joy Cuh dat pass di parcel She wan me to return de favour Dats someting I cant do We gonna sip 2-2 juice and tell yuh bout yuh rasshole I skididididpappap all up in yuh rasshole And den mi garn home You wont me stay but you shoulda known better She could never be bae I just get brain and let bro drill her Ithey call them dargs but we more like Lions or gorillas Youre side aint like my side nigga , go figure You should know better That ting be soright but i think that the domes better Whys man talking about flows and why gs flows better I try tell them allow all the violence and grime cause the doughs better Torment, go getter Man had a strap locked off But feds done found it That was back in 0 No need for announcement I got a bad B and shes bouncing If she aint bouncing she bouncing Bro just picked up a box now he gotta break it down into ounces D-Live always been a savage you can ask Torments always on ramping Bros got beef, mans backing Im into rapping and trapping Youre into dabbing and snapping I can probably take your life I can proably take your daddys You should go and get a job You should make your mum happy Opps wanna hold the wap Opps into holding a shanking Im into shooting and stabbings Youre into acting and prapping I aint got no time for no chatting Lets get straight to the action You should know better I would nap your sister I dont get down with snitches I will never play that victim You man a bunch of bitches Man fuck the system Fuck the system Fuck the system You should know better That tings be so right but i think that the domes better And hows man talking about flows and why Ygs flows better I try tell them allow all the violence and grind cause the doughs better Chris go get em Fed man just stopped me For a stop and search Dem fucking jakes did not know thats a dogs work Im under 18 I got half an O in my boxers Fed man said he smells cannabis I told the officer, what nonsense Teacher said I would be fool I was the brokest boy in my set And shotting sweets in school Mum said sit down a read a book, but I was out tryna be a crook Bare man thought I was soft, now theyre nearly half of me and shook Dont get it twisted, Im a humble G But that dont mean I wont pull up on vaults, like bumblebee Dem man sing to the jakes Theyre rapping on tapes and carrying ki Wanna piss me off? Go ahead, do as you please Til i get mad, flick my shank Just know i aint touching these Like bro Mans tryna make bread like Hovis While I was outside in the morning, up and down the strip like Im homeless Im a full time grinder Cant catch me chilling to much Cut from a scarf or ? You should know better That ting b so right but i think that the domes better Whys man talking about flows and why gs flows better I try tell them allow all the grime and violence cause the doughs better Go getter Go getter Go getterEmbed

Losses & Winnings Lyrics Sapphire Losses and winnings Me and bro do 90 on the M-way and I’m still fresh out the system Still trap phones, bandos Still blenders in kitchens Just got a 9 in the PM Like the football league that shit’s going straight into divisions We’re some real drug dealers You won’t need a prescription All of my niggas do drillings All these feds tryna ask for descriptions All these feds tryna ask for a witness From way back, Headie been a OFB realist And I ain’t gotta ask for opinions I just got a source for some TT dots Told this fiend take it to the head like Krillin My social phone’s EE But I got my Lyca phone still ringin I do road for my GG My aim’s mad so it’s all safe for civilians Plus you can’t tell me about dippings More time I lean, finesse that with riddim Been love with the trap, caught feelings I stack this money to the ceiling And that’s till I’m sittin on a million And that’s till I’m on a yacht just chillin I got beef on the streets when there’s tings on the market I can’t give a show of what it cost The last time I done road, my lil bro Tizz took a 6 for that loss I got my niggas on the road and there still doin bits and bobs They got their arse filled with dots The last time I put in the work on a weekday I had my yard filled with cops And its these 3-hour trips out the M-way I got my bag filled with prof Still winning when I take a loss Losses and winnings Me and bro do 90 on the M-way and I’m still fresh out the system Still trap phones, bandos Still blenders in kitchens Just got a 9 in the PM Like the football league that shit’s going straight into divisions We’re some real drug dealers You won’t need a prescription All of my niggas do drillings All these feds tryna ask for descriptions All these feds tryna ask for a witness From way back, Headie been a OFB realist And I ain’t gotta ask for opinions Feds boomed off my door, tryna catch Headie one slippin Now they’re all up in my phone, tryna do me like Hillary Clinton I got all my lil niggas from home office Cah all they wanna do is dippings That’s why I’m out here tryna score Like Harry Kane, excellent finish Bad B come to the niz and she ain’t bringing no knickers I gotta keep shawty on O cah I can’t mix pleasure with business I can do a whole 28 by eye Moretime I don’t need digis And my trap phone just ring ring Moretime I don’t need minutes I’m on the opp block movin devilish I’m a jump out specialist Put him in the air like Nemesis And I keep my hands where the levers is I got a big ting lookin pregnant Got a big ting lookin like Rikishi I still put Chris Brown in the press But anyone fall for Karrueche Losses and winnings Me and bro do 90 on the M-way and I’m still fresh out the system Still trap phones, bandos Still blenders in kitchens Just got a 9 in the PM Like the football league that shit’s going straight into divisions We’re some real drug dealers You won’t need a prescription All of my niggas do drillings All these feds tryna ask for descriptions All these feds tryna ask for a witness From way back, Headie been a OFB realist And I ain’t gotta ask for opinions Embed

Money, Power, Respect Lyrics Yo broertje, alles cool? Ik ken je gewoon als die jongen uit de buurt Af en toe hoor ik je op, op de radio Lauw, die ik gisteren heb gezien man Hoe je met je crew omgaat, boodschap die je geeft Ik heb umh, diep respect voor jou jongen Een diepe buiging Money, power, respect Balanceer dat, want dat is een mood Kijk hoe ik ren op mn schoenen Van vechten en boeden naar, uhu-uhu Ik was al op hoeken Jij was op hoeken, daar in je wiskundeboeken Wij waren op noodles Met me hand bij mn bal en mn bal aan mn voeten Met respect voor de OGs, we kennen alle lessen van vroeger Zijn andere tijden, telefoon net de apps, dat maakt ze polluted Ze maken een klappertje, kopen Amiri, de duurdere broeken Wat geef je je moeder? Hoe laat je dr zwoegen voor duurdere broeken Ik uit mn gevoelens Echte mannen die zeggen en doen het Ik ben met gang en ze doen t t Is een kwestie van tijd voordat iedereen goed zit Maar blijf je zelf? Iedereen die kan vallen, dat zeg ik mn broeders Jij krijgt geen respect in de streets Je lijkt gek in in je video-footage Ik richt en ik scoor t Is altijd een banger als hij in de booth is Noem me geen youngin Maar money is langer en jij was niet cooling Wanneer me huis af is, is het lijp gefixt Van de banken tot stoelen Ik steek het niet onder banken en stoelen Ik zit niet meer bij banken op stoelen Stress nooit om doekoe en boetes Ben trots op die hulp te zoeken Ik vroeg het niet eens aan mn broeders Nu is het wit net het huis van Anubis And you did Couple of Ls , maar ik ben R Waggie in T , reizen S Eerst met een G , schrijf nog een K Als ik je zie, dan doe je shook Zag je niet wat ik deed met de opps? Zag je zijn face met de heat on my thing Kijken en doen alsof hij het niet weet Alle drie albums, die kwamen op één Free al mn niggas, we zijn niet compleet Helemaal psychisch, het komt door die haze Let op je bitch, want ik spuit net een spray Ik uit mn gevoelens Echte mannen die zeggen en doen het Ik ben met gang en ze doen t t Is een kwestie van tijd voordat iedereen goed zit Maar blijf je zelf? Iedereen die kan vallen, dat zeg ik mn broeders Jij krijgt geen respect in de streets Je lijkt gek in in je video-footage My young brudda JS cause havoc, get him on boot Ill do it for bro, cah he do it for me Its another concrete To the turn to a man like Rooney, I FC Dallas They dont want beef Pull out with gang Grab anything and crash They dont wanna cause grief These feds wanna show their presence is peak All the times I had to fly that window Digits in cling got left in the T Still letting off thousands of pebbles a week Please dont play that score for free Just to put that dark and light together Louis V-king with that squeeze Same shit for the rest of the week Get a OT spot by the sea-side Forget about ex on the beach Invest in waps, let them try vio We just got the first skeng, thats a reach See a opp boy and I left with the team I bet he got swept off his feet My young boy jammed up on curfews Time to ride or step or breach Man turn lizard on a sign, no prenup Cah Im loving my name And the wrist a nigga took, was worth it He finna done it for free Five hundred pounds, on a pumpy Saw another rusty Agh , all of the stuff he done for a monkey Ik uit mn gevoelens, echte mannen die zeggen en doen het Ik ben met gang en ze doen t Is een kwestie van tijd voordat iedereen goed zit Maar blijf je zelf? Iedereen die kan vallen, dat zeg ik mn broeders Jij krijgt geen respect in de streets Je lijkt gek in in je video-footageEmbed

Tracksuit Love Lyrics I’m telling them I ain’t even going to the clubs dressed up no more I just let the promoter know: “Mans coming in a trackie” What you take this for? 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 The first tracksuit it was an Umbro Why you think I fell in love with the bando? And then the tracksuit, it turned Ralph Lauren If I could go back I’d do it all again Headie hate the feds becuh he known to them I link my clientele in my tracksuit I applied for bail in my tracksuit Until they put me in that jailhouse tracksuit Even the gyaldem love my tracksuit Only becuh it’s easy access I don’t even have to undress They like the way I don’t bop, I do the one step I hit the gym in my tracksuit 110 on a chest, one rep I got love for my tracksuits I could make any trackie match the 110s 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 The next tracksuit was a Hugo AJ trackie, but I’m locked behind the blue door Touched road, push weight like a sumo I see niggas get defensive like Gattuso In my tracksuit I be representing Gun powder on it so that shit be sentimental The way I gotta smoke old friends, that shit is mental Most our beef that we got now is residential Used to chill behind the servery in my tracksuit I don’t want a shirt that’s Burberry, I want tracksuits I link the worker in my tracksuits Headie still bagging dirty in my tracksuit I like my shortie in a tracksuit Skin all gold, she got long hair She love a nigga in a tracksuit But she can’t get lippy on it cuh it’s Moncler 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 tracksuitEmbed

Cinderella Lyrics Little bro lost a boot, Cinderella Lifestyle’s like a movie, no Interstellar Anytime I get that drop, I be posted up like a selfie Me and Headz like Freddie and Jason and we treat the opp block like Elm Street All of this work in the T, I do that up ‘til I’m wealthy Hit the opp block and apply that pressure, I ran man down I’m healthy I got faith my ting won’t jam, this .44 long won’t fail me I put 6 in your back like Koscielny, I’m a Hazard like I play for Chelsea Re-up on bits of both Feds try do me for conspiracy, how they talking leading role? Luckily I wear these gloves, I could never leave my prints on those Cant mix pleasure with business, Ive gotta leave this bitch on hold One day I can twin these rambos, next day me and Tugg twin these poles Lean out the ride tryna hold that steady, I aint gotta swing this pole Pigs want the Gs on One day Im fresh home, next day Im chinging and skeng those goals Me and RV on the opp block, thats Dwight Yorke and Andrew Cole I told RV just slap it in reverse, been tryna put man on a t-shirt Tryna take mans blood home on this tonight cos finders keepers Ill wrap both hands round a 4s and spin it like DJ Grevious Re-up on loads, lose weight and still aint gone down to a medium They ask how I aint got more previous, must be a genius Skeng blow like balloons on helium, the whole gang far from lenient Went from auto spinners and leaners, to servery workers and cleaners Thats gum from heaters, to using pipes as heaters Little bro lost a boot, Cinderella Lifestyle’s like a movie, no Interstellar Anytime I get that drop, I be posted up like a selfie Me and Headz like Freddie and Jason and we treat the opp block like Elm Street All of this work in the T, I do that up ‘til I’m wealthy Hit the opp block and apply that pressure, I ran man down I’m healthy I got faith my ting won’t jam, this .44 long won’t fail me I put 6 in your back like Koscielny, I’m a Hazard like I play for Chelsea Came outta jail, got me a shank and a sim card Score points on the opps, then I just dab like I’m Lingard Had no beans on my canteen sheet, now I eat steak and lobster Just red up on budge, and bro did a yay like Drogba Put 6 in your back like Pogba Real life shit no soccer Jump out do man proper Stainless steel for the rambo, but you know that the shells are copper Wave sticks like Harry Potter Drive through Wood Green with the Big Mac and I go BK for a whopper Got a Lyca sim in my Nokia, and I make sure the batterys full My plug just gave me a brick, he already knows that its manageable I used to wipe dust off of scales, this time round Im bagging it all You was selling sweets in the playground, and I had draws I was trapping in school Rule number 1, fiends dont come to the crib Tell em just wait where you are, or meet me under the bridge I do the trap ting properly, I shot white and I shot b Moving all of this weight, I had to tell my worker to spot me Little bro lost a boot, Cinderella Lifestyle’s like a movie, no Interstellar Anytime I get that drop, I be posted up like a selfie Me and Headz like Freddie and Jason and we treat the opp block like Elm Street All of this work in the T, I do that up ‘til I’m wealthy Hit the opp block and apply that pressure, I ran man down I’m healthy I got faith my ting won’t jam, this .44 long won’t fail me I put 6 in your back like Koscielny, I’m a Hazard like I play for ChelseaEmbed

Sirens Lyrics Sirens All you ever hear on the block is sirens Growing up chilling on the block, hear sirens Just another day on the block with sirens Sirens All you ever hear on the block is sirens Growing up chilling on the block, with sirens Just another day on the block with sirens Top floor for a few nights Tryna dodge the hood becah its fire, everyday I see those blue lights Still 90 on the M but in a new ride Cling, vases and a few wipes, Im tryna make a new life I love to do it with my old friends, cah we was stacking twenties tryna fold them It was 09 and 010 I was 17 when I jumped on a train to link a coke fiend Now Im trap phone gyming with no protein You see Im all about my risks thats if you know me Two times I never made it home from OT Call me stubborn or whatever you wanna call me Still passenger side, fast-lane I was on the wing Barely had the money for a call and she werent answering my calls Now take a guess who isnt answering at all Fuck these sirens I gotta ball, now they uncomfortable Becah I got the sauce Sirens All you ever hear on the block is sirens Growing up chilling on the block, with sirens Just another day on the block with sirens Sirens All you ever hear on the block is sirens Growing up chilling on the block, with sirens Just another day on the block with sirens The gang been spreading metal pebbles Them niggas spreading rumours, got my palm on that Luger tryna catch a brain tumour Weeks in the T, was getting tired of that Puma trackie Paid 6 bills for a Z, I aint new to trapping Big stitch True Religion jeans, I aint new to fashion We paid 8 for that dots, we aint new to cashing 17 in the Bailey, we aint new to crashing Chrome free, trigger all fucked we aint new to handtings 8 times I sat through induction, I aint new to landings What you know about riding? Done a drilling, 10 seconds later all you hear is sirens We aint new to madness, tryna take OFB through the atlas Doing road managing my canvas Doing O, practice makes perfect, perfection from practice Done up solitary confinement, feds want me fresh home again needing a consignment Sirens All you ever hear on the block is sirens Growing up chilling on the block, with sirens Just another day on the block with sirens Sirens All you ever hear on the block is sirens Growing up chilling on the block, with sirens Just another day on the block with sirensEmbed

Yet Lyrics Ghosty You had bro ask if youre ready yet Had to fling on them leathers, yet Seen them opps on a highroad Bro, break fast, Ready Brek Took them risk you aint taken yet You step with the wap like Fetty, yet Took chase gun jakes in a heli, yet Next day hit the stage with the members, yet Niggas talk them get backs All now you aint get it yet Man had to protect that head back Anytime I take that setback Is it me man wanna see Tetrack? You got an L, you aint levеlled yet Yet, yеt, yet, yet, yet From this block in Tottenham Before rap, nobody had problems Spinner shotguns, before NSG, Headie had options You can ask them oppers, before drill rap, we had gotcha Put six in a , before Solskjaer, we had Pogba Used to post at neighbours, now its just lobster I swear we used to shop all day, buy trainers Now its just commas It was anything green get bun in commerce Same way fans come sing it at concerts Louboutin heels restin on my covers She aint comin in Converse Cant even do last words on knockers The next last word, theyre probably a hotters Come up here shotters, now my neck all watered like it in Docklands Man must really love watches Now the hood bonkers, blame it on Now they gotta smoke man we went school with He played conkers You had bro ask if youre ready yet Had to fling on them leathers, yet Seen them opps on a highroad Bro, break fast, Ready Brek Took them risk you aint taken yet You step with the wap like Fetty, yet Took chase gun jakes in a heli, yet Next day hit the stage with the members, yet Niggas talk them get backs All now you aint get it yet Man had to protect that head back Anytime I take that setback Is it me man wanna see Tetrack? You got an L, you aint levelled yet Yet, yet, yet, yet, yet Full clip, its a movie, movie Bally to the brim like, Whos he? Whos he? Driver with a shooter, shooter All the gang need is a two-seat, two-seat Now Im top floor with a cutie, cutie I was on a T with a two and a Bluesy Profit on the dog like Scooby-Dooby Bring that rex to a bowl like Suzie Jailhouse, it was müesli, müesli Visit hall with my coolie, coolie Try turn OT New Jack City Somebody must have snitched like Pookie Four door, booky, booky Opps them tryna act up, George Clooney What I hate though, when they start tellin lies Or they start spreadin rumours You had bro ask if youre ready yet Had to fling on them leathers, yet Seen them opps on a highroad Bro, break fast, Ready Brek Took them risk you aint taken yet You step with the wap like Fetty, yet Took chase gun jakes in a heli, yet Next day hit the stage with the members, yet Niggas talk them get backs All now you aint get it yet Man had to protect that head back Anytime I take that setback Is it me man wanna see Tetrack? You got an L, you aint levelled yet Yet, yet, yet, yet, yet Embed

Interlude: 100 Bottles Lyrics Swerving through the traffic, thats left, right Say  youre gang, can you say that with your chest, right? You  was fucking with the opps before you met, right? You gon stab me in the back for the best price Out on the streets, sometimes how it gets like it And  you gon let the lifestyle excise you They  say, you get out what you give, right? Thats why its hundred bottles and up, Rivo Swerving  through the traffic, thats left, right Still gotta dodge this X5, oh All the times Ive done the dirt on the next side Got nicked touching jailhouse and read Bible I  was told to say my prayers, its so vital Ask my old friends why they wanna turn rival Young nigga, Im just tryna live life We need a hundred bottles and up, Rivo They aint chasin all this paper till Im set, I Earned every inch of my respect, I Keep it real, nuffin more, nuffin less, I Know what it feel like to be betrayed by your friend I cant trust, no, I cant love, no They hear bout the cases I buss, they think I see uncle Swerving through the traffic, thats left, right Still gotta dodge this X5, oh All the times Ive done the dirt on the next side Got nicked touching jailhouse and read Bible I was told to say my prayers, its so vital Ask my old friends why they wanna turn rival Young nigga, Im just tryna live life We need a hundred bottles and up, Rivo Swerving through the traffic, thats left, right Got nicked touching jailhouse and read Bible I was told to say my prayers, its so vital Ask my old friends why they wanna turn rival Young nigga, Im just tryna live life We need a hundred bottles and up, RivoEmbed

Intro LyricsNiggas know who it is OFB Free all the gang doin up time you get me Free Titch, free Brads, free all the kilers, get me OFB shit, take my ngga Heads One shit, you get me Niggas know Come on, niggas know Free my fuckin niggas OFB talkin init Free fuckin free Bradders, free , free init Obviously Farm blocks, were the realest init Tottenham Skkrrrrrr You know who it is already Big Brads OFB Locked down right now but mans soon home its nothing man Man got six it must be a fix Now Im on the wing gettin bad up by six Come on Mans soon home Free all my nggas OFB OFB OFB Come on, you already know whats good Its your boy Big straight out the Narm 7 years later, still riding this shit Aint nothin though cuz locks soon pop Still HMP riding Hear what Im saying tho My boy Headie One mixtape out now Nggas, ladies go cop that Go listen Yeah man your ngga 17 man Doin HMP at the moment man Shout to all the mandem Shout to my nigga Tubsy Come on man Shout to my nigga Headie One on the One mixtape Come on my bro Free all the mandem Sho Headie One One One One One One One Mixtape of the Year Yo its Miss 1-7 I see you, Headie One, doing your ting Big up you and big up everything youre doing init Trust me, big things are gonna happen this year Watch and see Dun know This is the original pepper inna di building Big deal and Im representin for my brudda One, you get me This is the mixtape Locked up right now Shout out my nigga Headie One Go cop his mixtape The One to Highgate to Tottenham Gang gang alla dat Headie One has the best mixtape in town Bad b come to the nizz I shouldve been on Its your boy The One mixtape come on everybody you know Its time for some drillers and trappers you know Its time for some drills and trappers you know I get man down, serious with that tune now Shouts out my ngga Headie One from the farm blocks Better be ready for Headie Ones new mixtape you know Its out soon, soon my g The realest in Tottenham the realest Its your boy Potter Payper Live and direct from the jailhouse Shout out my boy Headie One Shout out the mixtape - The One You know whats goin on already Dont be silly Freedom is a must Free all the guys You already know who it is Big up the OFB family Ya dun know already Shout out Headie One The truth, nothing but the truth Real rap, real lyrics Shell it down my brother Gone till November man Soon home, 1 arda Shout out Headie on the new mixtape The One ayy rapper out now You already know how it is West coast we live out here You get me You zimmeEmbed

Level Up Lyrics I was way too content with depression All those negatives turn me into a perfectionist How was I sentimental with no sentiment? Loneliness became me in my element How much cold nights did I sleep up in HM? I was way too hard to settle with the settlement Paranoia, sweetie, and the fellowship Every day, runnin round the streets, we was levellin We just levelled up These young niggas comin up Blood, sweat, and tears to get this money up Yeah, we just run it up All these VVS are trapped in the ring, Royal Rumble She mustnt open before she cant know the hustle Told brodie she in love with the flick, she dont love you Plain Louis V, sometimes the drip can be subtle Had to turn it up , playin double dutch Was comin up , tryna camouflage Bro tryna balance up on the handlebars Now they done with us, how we sum it up King and queen on the duffle I was tryna find the missin piece to the puzzle Had to walk blind, no one teached me to hustle All the times Ive fallen on a face with a new-new So much calls, youre forgettin whos who Me and bro had to sample a few clues We up now, they all think we do juju Guess thats why they all want us to lose This lifestyle chose me, you know I didnt choose The system just wanna see me in the news Racial profiling, they discriminate when they judge you In the courthouse, see this long hair like Rapunzel I was way too content with depression All those negatives turn me into a perfectionist How was I sentimental with no sentiment? Loneliness became me in my element How much cold nights did I sleep up in HM? I was way too hard to settle with the settlement Paranoia, sweetie, and the fellowship Every day, runnin round the streets, we was levellin We just levelled up These young niggas comin up Blood, sweat, and tears to get this money up Yeah, we just run it up All these VVS are trapped in the ring, Royal Rumble She mustnt open before she cant know the hustle Told brodie she in love with the flick, she dont love you Plain Louis V, sometimes the drip can be subtle In the spaceship, Im feelin like an alien Feds on my toes, they know every single alias Ive always wanted money, but I didnt want the fame with it, yeah Funny how I understand, Im feelin like Im faded feels Youre rockin with the mockers, homie, they aint real Nobody ever told me how to make a mill Hundred K in cash, Jakes behind me never take the wheel All because my nigga told me take the deal Negative, positive, Im in the papers Jailhouse, I had to forget that Im famous Im talkin that street shit and still in your playlist No gettin not guilty, Ive overcome cases For defendant, Mr. Irving Adjei  Under the charge of attempted murder We hereby find you not guilty I was way too content with depression All those negatives turn me into a perfectionist How was I sentimental with no sentiment? Loneliness became me in my element How much cold nights did I sleep up in HM? I was way too hard to settle with the settlement Paranoia, sweetie, and the fellowship Every day, runnin round the streets, we was levellin We just levelled up These young niggas comin up Blood, sweat, and tears to get this money up Yeah, we just run it up All these VVS are trapped in the ring, Royal Rumble She mustnt open before she cant know the hustle Told brodie she in love with the flick, she dont love you Plain Louis V, sometimes the drip can be subtle Embed

Already Lyrics Aye me nuh new We doin this already I just stepped in to the jeweler Put down ten o them bands Coulda spent it on waps But, man already got waps These opps, aint really on piss They just run to the man thats chap They just pissed off cause they been chinged If not, they already been wapped Step up to the T Look at the table This is all readies Spins on deck like a DJ Do it like Snooch and Kenny Dont make me step on them flaps Might have to do it, Ive done it already Same way I told you how I done it wit Scat He can tell you how he done it with Headie Should I step with the Dots Or the six-shot one I dont know cause im indecisive I lose composure when the opps get sighted Im still ballied up cause my freedoms priceless All of them nights in the T-house I know about night shifts Country life so they had me by the seaside I dont know about ISIS They didnt even hold me with half a B So how I still get indicted I was behind the surf Viewing with my sliders car Was hand to hand with a client Couldnt really care what the price is Still put down bread first Get that shut tight like a vice grip Dem man robbin spread bread them scrum Gun powder in the air confetti Old squad had that shit locked in Kelly Not long that I lyin I invested in many How many man ridin And up getting dipped in tea like Tetleys Then they go and start singing like Katy Perry I just stepped in to the jeweler Put down ten o them bands Coulda spent it on waps But, man already got waps These opps, aint really on piss They just run to the man thats chap They just pissed off cause they been chinged If not, they already been wapped Step up to the T Look at the table This is all readies Spins on deck like a DJ Do it like Snooch and Kenny Dont make me step on them flaps Might have to do it, Ive done it already Same way I told you how I done it wit Scat He can tell you how he done it with Headie How I get nicked, for a skeng and I hearem again All they wanna do is stress me Take a look into my cup its all Henny Take a look into this cup, its smelling like pity Eyes on the candidate send me a penny Now look at my top, that shit is all Fendi That man still tryna be bad It feels like mans been doing this for centuries I was thirty and seenin Just grazes and the bruises Not sure cause im bleeding Still got drillins all on my to-do list Im ready for war like Vladimir Putin Do her Ive done her already Even run the roads old movements Our beefs still fryin And still tryna be smart like I teased them Still tryna get this money Like the Jews, them Orphans that turned Judas Theyre bruk and they aint done no work, so theyre useless Their man aint raising no waps Theyre toothless Weve got more than one on the who team One or two slappers on the ride, thats a groupie I just stepped in to the jeweler Put down ten o them bands Coulda spent it on waps But, man already got waps These opps, aint really on piss They just run to the man thats chap They just pissed off cause they been chinged If not, they already been wapped Step up to the T Look at the table This is all readies Spins on deck like a DJ Do it like Snooch and Kenny Dont make me step on them flaps Might have to do it, Ive done it already Same way I told you how I done it wit Scat He can tell you how he done it with Headie1Embed

Welcome To The Party Freestyle Lyrics Yo Shout out Tim Music and Road, order that now Free up gang Ayy I was dead brass, badding up cats cah I got shotted by thirty P Bad B give hat, cah Im in Hats And I just blew about 30 Gs Finesse up the works then leave That blade was black, now its burgundy Now I got blood on my Burberry Crep, trackie and bally, I burnt all three I was dead brass, badding up cats cah I got shotted by thirty P Bad B give hat, cah Im in Hats And I just blew about 30 Gs Finesse up the works then leave That blade was black, now its burgundy Now I got blood on my Burberry Crep, trackie and bally, I burnt all three I used to pray for a change Until I had dirty knees Fresh home and it made me a change For the press I provide for them dirty fiends Heard these opps want to murder me Four long come wedge like Hercules Done out this batch, come back proper I aint trying to burn two whips this week Two opp blocks, both got taped Gang done burnt two pricks that week Feltham days, opps got weighed Done it like a two and a blue of each But then these strips aint new to me What you know about a Q on a, Q on a - 10 on the M, straight to the town Thats everybody getting food for free Halve a B, get it, stretch it I dont really care about gluten free Half that dots, metal, pebbles Tryna turn man to a human tree Wap get locked but my corn ting So I could have put a few in my Cuban link Make sure the opps cant come round here Like I aint tryna let them see puberty I was dead brass, badding up cats cah I got shotted by thirty P Bad B give hat, cah Im in Hats And I just blew about 30 Gs Finesse up the works then leave That blade was black, now its burgundy Now I got blood on my Burberry Crep, trackie and bally, I burnt all three I was dead brass, badding up cats cah I got shotted by thirty P Bad B give hat, cah Im in Hats And I just blew about 30 Gs Finesse up the works then leave That blade was black, now its burgundy Now I got blood on my Burberry Crep - I burnt all three Yo, man cant tell me about blocker How many times did I camp on the corner And I didnt even like the yogurt I spent six hundred pound on a shotgun Go and make it sneeze like I dont like pollen Cheap and cheerful Opps cant come around here No werewolf, whos got problems Tryna drill nine to five on the option AJ Gs, no boxing Crack cocaine, Im a play for this band Im - Nigga I dont know about Foxtons Yo And four quid to last me all week When I pulled that certi he wouldnt free up the pack Thats when I backed that tune and conked himEmbed

Dressing Gown Lyrics Might record a bloody album in my dressing gown Cut a check for a hundred thousand in my dressing gown Nike Tech and all of my jewellery Turn, turn Might record a bloody album in my dressing gown Cut a check for a hundred thousand in my dressing gown Nike Tech and all of my jewellery when Im dressing down All of them promises they made to me and they let me down We bally up and take out a old hoodie, time to get around We dealin with them mobbеrs like they Rooney whеn I turn around The judge threw the book, you know I contact when she not lookin, yeah I guess hes a pussy, yeah He just tryna deal with us, ruthless On my wrist, I can still can feel those bruises All our lives, they was callin us useless Found that situations amusing I gotta thank God for the music I was chilling in my dressing grown when I heard bro-bro drenched him down All the times that we did it together, stood over there with a brand new Beretta Thought lil bro would be gone til November, now hes just gone forever When youre out here, you gotta remember You got one chance, either now or never Agh We was innocent, kickin ball in centre Yo, tryna not get caught smokin by auntie Esther Same time applyin pressure Bruk down Vectra, yo So broke that we didnt have a tenner, couldnt afford to go hand out testers How much years did we cry for help? No one helped us How much years did we handle shit ourselves? And now they wanna call us selfish More we can catch a seven I hope the jakes dont tail us We out here eatin shellfish, forty on my pelvis Might record a bloody album in my dressing gown Cut a check for a hundred thousand in my dressing gown Nike Tech and all of my jewellery when Im dressing down All of them promises they made to me and they let me down We bally up and take out a old hoodie, time to get around We dealin with them mobbers like they Rooney when I turn around The judge threw the book, you know I contact when she not lookin, yeah I guess hes a pussy, yeah He just tryna deal with us, ruthless On my wrist, I can still can feel those bruises All our lives, they was callin us useless Found that situations amusing I gotta thank God for the music Louis V, man step in style Still cant wait to perform at Wireless So all the opps can hear the crowd Why the judge had to send me down? He defo werent doin no favours One sec on my wrist on my Rolex Then next second, handcuffed to the jailer Thats a nine bar of each Two opps blocks, start nothing on each Two cunch phones gotta rise that re Yo, I rapped what I lived, now Im on flee Shorty said Im a dresser, call me Headie Heffner Versace dressing gown, one thousand pink notes on my dresser How much years did we cry for help? Help Roses on me, it dont matter how I feel The car is in the fast lane, I hope the Jakes cant tell We uptown eatin shellfish while they pray I fail Might record a bloody album in my dressing gown Now my hard copy of my album on my dressing gown Got my Nike Tech and I got on all my jewellery I still got all of them promises they made to me Embed

Porsche LyricsIntro Ayy, I dont even drink Yeah Yxng Bane Im with my best friends riding in the Porsche Theres no space in it but she still wont let me close the door Before the numbers gotta check the clause Cause numbers dont lie but they dont talk Niggas do the most Headie One My pops always said that I do the most Life was hard, so I took the boat and I sink the snow Now all the bad bs cute and gold My neck all cute and gold I got racks to blow, I could do it in slow-mo, do it abroad Them niggas dont want war Name me a skeng that we cant afford That dinger 350 horsepower, no horse, no gladiator, swing them swords I was in the trap I was bored Then bro tryna find the cure All these bad Bs didnt wanna know Now they wanna step with the gang on tour Yxng Bane Better pay me my respect Your big homie is a pet She try tell me Im a dog, give puppy eyes, she stroke my hair They dont like me Im a threat Bitch I pull up just to flex I bet Im wanted by my ex Yxng Bane Im with my best friends riding in the Porsche Theres no space in it but she still wont let me close the door Before the numbers gotta check the clause Cause numbers dont lie but they dont talk Niggas do the most Im with my best friends riding in the Porsche Theres no space in it but she still wont let me close the door Before the numbers gotta check the clause Cause numbers dont lie but they dont talk Niggas do the most Yxng Bane Success, no stress Mumma wants it so she gets Thats the lifestyle that we live Find me first the money next Cant forgive but cant forget Dont know cant we make it yes Cant confront me dont play chess Pussy say it with your chest When Im down cant pick me up Pull trousers down I was upset We just both cant stand the headache We lie down do head to head Niggas comin at your neck Cause youre blessed Comin at you so she said shell give me long neck but one hair Like Rapunzel Yxng Bane Better pay me my respect Your big homie is a pet She try tell me Im a dog, gave puppy eyes, she stroke my hair They dont like me Im a threat Bitch I pull up just to flex I bet Im wanted by my ex Yxng Bane Im with my best friends riding in the Porsche Theres no space in it but she still wont let me close the door Before the numbers gotta check the clause Cause numbers dont lie but they dont talk Niggas do the most Im with my best friends riding in the Porsche Theres no space in it but she still wont let me close the door Before the numbers gotta check the clause Cause numbers dont lie but they dont talk Niggas do the mostEmbed

Voice Of The Streets Freestyle Lyrics Yo, One Shoutout Kenny Roll up, yo, yo Feds done run up in the trap Tryna find where this two in the blues If my young boy aint bank Wouldve been in the jailhouse throwing up deuces Remember little bro lost that pack Didnt make him pay cah I love my juvie And he loves me too the second I tell him shoot Still catch me in the back on the dance One leanin with all those groupies The way that all these bad Bs turn fruity We make a whole load of smoothies Copped a new one, extended clip We make a whole load of movies Pull up on plan, jump out gang Ready or not like the fugees Catch me in the back on the dance One leanin with all those groupies The way that all these bad Bs turn fruity We make a whole load of smoothies Copped a new one with extended- We can make a whole load of movies Pull up on plan, jump out gang Ready or not like Ready or not, here I come, you cant hide Were gonna find you I heard shh-shh got bored up times two Real drillers, not ones nothin like you Freedom all alone Cant take off this bally, its vital Spinners and nines too Free smoke for all of my rivals This beef stays fried like Thai food I can do anything I put my mind to And count yourself lucky if you aint on a t-shirt Cah we tried too Old school like vinyl Still got a T house to take this nine too Give me an opp block to take this nine too Bring it to a opp boy, viral And if me and Frog go steppin on smoke Thats a bloody sidewalk One, ay, yo I couldnt watched telly on block Im seeing armed jakes at stupid oclock They couldnt care less if Im ready or not They ask Touch road, Im still setting up shop Cheddar on me for some bootings and drugs And I still want to spend on a- Money cant be a delicate topic Yo, Feds constantly run in the- Im tryna get me on the Forbes list Still pull up on plan and that wont change Were drillers and trappers And dem man there aint really living Theyre putting it on, theyre living it backwards Feds done run up in the trap Tryna find where this two in the blues If my young boy aint bank Wouldve been in the jailhouse throwing up deuces Remember when little bro lost that pack Didnt make him pay cah I love my juvie And he loves me too the second I tell him shoot Still catch me in the back on the dance One leanin with all those groupies The way that all these bad Bs turn fruity We make a whole load of smoothies Copped a new one, extended clip We make a whole load of movies Pull up on plan, jump out gang Ready or not like the fugeesEmbed

23 Lyrics Feds tryna lock me away But I ripped 20 tray Heard that shit there turned me cuckoo All of my niggas get paid Its that same shit, different day And none of them say nothin new Got these two bitches in train Runnin we call that shit choo choo On the estate, all my real niggas get suwu They say theyre preyin on H The same way Im preyin on you too The way I finesse on this case My niggas think I do juju That gyal give wrist she a badders Her bredrin a peng one too When they come Nizz Ima give that to Bradderz I was on the wing like Hazard Rambos, flikkys, daggers .44 fill up with mashers Them Woodgreen yutes are just dashers Tell an opp boy better have manners Ridin in voluntary jail Home, but your name been tarnished Talk bout rappers, drillers and trappers Then youd better hashtag Starrish Cant wait till this crop gets harvest .44 lift him in the air like a harness Talk bout ridin on Farm I bet them niggas get carsick OFBK, thats nonsense Get shot or stabbed, youve got options Niggas really know Im a problem I cheffed down how many man and go sleep at night It dont play on my conscience Got a bruckback like Conscience Been babies like Johnson Feds had me locked down like Bronson Thameside, Astra, Jim free-flow everywhere I posted Out on the visits Even when I knew I got ghosted Sittin on the table, waitin hopin paigons made an appearance Wouldve got crackin, jump out and smack him Right in front of his parents In jail I was rockin nonstop A lambos poppin on stop All of them outside charges All of them losses on block Canteen been orderin tuna, you know what I got in my sock Really do the ting live in the streets How many times you got shot on my block? Feds tryna lock me away But I ripped 20 tray Heard that shit there turned me cuckoo All of my niggas get paid Its that same shit, different day And none of them say nothin new Got these two bitches in train Runnin we call that shit choo choo On the estate, all my real niggas get suwu They say theyre preyin on H The same way Im preyin on you too The way I finesse on this case My niggas think I do juju The dots old and dirty, I couldnt conceal it Ive been showin off cleavage My breasts dem lookin all perky From long time Ive been workin Two trap phones on the table From long time Ive been tworkin You cant tell me bout lurkin Me and RV done all these rise like Merlins Opps dont want to see me in person .125 or German I told bro start reversin Cah you wouldve really got grabbed by the skeng If we didnt rip down Sperlin Thats 60 on the backroad swervin All of this light in the room, like I didnt close my curtains 007 get bussed out the press, turn any man into Sherman Broad day bootin, like Dorothy I dont mean Perkins Caught one of these AMs not once cah I say that I smoke, mad ting certi So the opps aint learnin From when I wake up in the AM, I gotta think money first thing Same shit, different day, Im earnin and earnin Feds tryna lock me away, I ripped 20 tray and just sit down and pray Feds tryna lock me away But I ripped 20 tray Heard that shit there turned me cuckoo All of my niggas get paid Its that same shit, different day And none of them say nothin new Got these two bitches in train Runnin we call that shit choo choo On the estate, all my real niggas get suwu They say theyre preyin on H The same way Im preyin on you too The way I finesse on this case My niggas think I do jujuEmbed

No Hook Lyrics Blacked out down to the brim Ain’t no need for no camo Clothes get burnt when I burst this ting .44 fill it with ammo Ramz don’t fit in no pouch Might have to slide with a JD bag Been drilling, since I came out That’s why feds wanna take me back Blacked out down to the brim Ain’t no need for no camo Clothes get burnt when I burst this ting .44 fill it with ammo Ramz don’t fit in no pouch Might have to slide with a JD bag Been drilling, since I came out That’s why feds wanna take me back Bro just asked if I got it Must be a rhetorical question Got a long ting on my waistband Like I’m tryna hide an erection Big pole, no election And it’s not for protection Offensive weapon Leave man’s bread like infection He was in gym bagging weights Tryna get a body for the beach Spent 1.5 on cash for the wap and I wish that I got it with deets The way that I’m copping these sweets Would’ve thought that I’m rotting my teeth Came a long way from popping my tees Feds were in here booting down my door Found nothing but bread and cling Headie running through all these wings But I ain’t make an order at Nandos This four and a half ain’t going nowhere Rudeboy’s going straight to the bando I just caught me an opp, he ain’t going nowhere Rudeboy’s going straight through this rambo Feds were in here booting down my door Found nothing but bread and cling Headie running through all these wings But I ain’t make an order at Nandos This four and a half ain’t going nowhere Rudeboy’s going straight to the bando I just caught me an opp, he ain’t going nowhere Rudeboy’s going straight through this rambo T house settings, baking off How long have I done this It’s going to have to take me clear Even though I met fours and punches Them man don’t know bout trapping They don’t even know where cunch is Them man don’t know bout smoke Only alongside some munchies M way trips Make sure my young Gs Chris like Humphrey I really take these risks On the opp block take the piss Sawn off rusty one I could stay on my H-O shit Sawn off rusty one I could stay on my H-O shitEmbed

Street Politics Lyrics Sykes, Sykes You know, you know Nastylgia Yo Feds blew off my door for a mad ting, sad ting, talk about tem supply Have you ever sat down in a courtroom, lookin at life, see your Marj aint cry? Ayy Me, I spent time on basic, phonin bro, tryna keep my head high I said Bug dont listen enough, he just wanna slide an let corn fly How many times do we go there, do it? Thing in the ride tryna make em go through it Them man had their chance but blew it, knew it, wouldve hurt more if you threw it New smoke, bro, lets go through it It couldve been an M, the ting never jammed Ride-outs aint planned, then Bug still pay, now opps get blammed My bro been in jail for ten year straight He still kept the link Alarm bells on Felltham, 9AM, its a early shift Spontaneous glides Didnt catch an M but we nearly did They see its lit It really coulda been a 30 wreck Concrete jungle Us young niggas earnt respect Stepped on opps, now my stylist scheme down my turtleneck My young boy went and burnt an opp Came to the block then he burnt that ped But he put too much petty I swear he nearly burnt down the rec Nokia, E, that was O foureen How all now I got sauna steam? Back then, man done it with a sawn-off one, now main opps see us with a G17 Tryna stay clean, but Im playing a dirty game Fore Ive been bounced for raisins, that was on a dirty caine Bust my kettle and chain Grown, now I might cop me a Plain Jane VS1 cant hide this pain Hit up, a same way Make sure your boots are laced Dont step if it aint for K One pop, well put it on a spray, now Im checking the news all day Yo, dont slip when Im outside tacking Thing on my hip, of course Im not lacking Yeah, the other side bruck, theyre slacking Real bad men, I forev be stacking, ayy Come a long way from trappin Now Im in the studio, full time rapping If she aint ten I aint tapping Slow down miss, why you always love snapping? had to hop that trade, now its up in OT flying packs, no plane, plane Gas said Im way too veng, got hunnids on me, throw bands, let it rain D-tup, still pop champagne when court get buss, its us they blame Pedal bike gliding, on the other side watch them toolies sayin Old Bailey, eight weeks, I reminisce occasionally Im feeling like the CPS hate me, luckily I know that my brownsters facety One of these feds wanna cage me , breakfast pack on Aring Well hit the strip, serving out the 80s, intent to supply, now we serve re-pastries Yo, pastries, baguettes Water, riolettes Six peds got me this country flat on let German dingers Gang got step correct No connect four, wanna call for the fourth connects Came out of jail an abused that microwave and fork Go to war, two different fours We can go long or short Dot-dot go Boom-bow Loud like the 6.3 exhaust Load that matic, do it gently, better not stuff that corn How much waps been bought? Round that up, coulda went a jewlers Fifth corns enormous, beat it, hes defo falling All year I just gave out orders, like Go there with a four in the corner Work that boy in front of his bredrins, now they got deal with trauma Embed

Everyday Lyrics We make money like everyday, everyday we-a makin money They talk about me like everyday, everyday we-a makin money Everyday we-a hustle and-a grind make a boy try come tek mine Beg you cross that line, fill him up with carbine Yo I was sellin Os of the coke, you was on the block bunnin weed Tryna blow Os with the smoke Everyday I twin these rambos or I just, roll with the pole I keep fold of these notes, purple and pink ones Gotta get income, I aint goin broke on these roads Free my brodies on soc Pop a bottle make a toast, if you know then you know I aint gotta speak much Anyone can get it just speak up OFB coppin all this heat Them little niggas cant keep up How you gonna beef us? Oh Lord, oh Jesus Leave a nigga holy Power like Bad B phone me Angelina Jolie Yeah she got them lips, go to her yard after makin these flips Im still takin these risks We make money like everyday, everyday we-a makin money They talk about me like everyday, everyday we-a makin money Everyday we-a hustle and-a grind make a boy try come tek mine Beg you cross that line, fill him up with carbine Set box from Falkirk Cuttin tru Inverness Sittin on that G4S Cant see the road and tint the windows red I dont know how my lawyer said the feds aint got nothin Intent to supply second strike concurrent On tour like B and Jam still a problem Headies been to HMP Nottingham On the roads so much I couldnt feel the seat Problem donny said he got the link for me I was the only YO up in Winson Green Dinner time no balls Dinner time so cold 10 minute phone calls I dont do these vocals Catch that on the social Cell so small I can nearly touch both walls Tryna get a transfer put into my local On the roads I dont slip, gotta keep that local Known for that sawn off, that 4-4 Put him in the air like a concord Moneys what its all for Watch me get a girl down on all fours We make money like everyday, everyday we-a makin money They talk about me like everyday, everyday we-a makin money Everyday we-a hustle and-a grind make a boy try come tek mine Beg you cross that line, fill him up with carbine We make money like everyday, everyday we-a makin money They talk about me like everyday, everyday we-a makin money Everyday we-a hustle and-a grind make a boy try come tek mine Beg you cross that line, fill him up with carbineEmbed

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 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 watching faces Violate us, man are catching cases I was on the high road, armed and dangerous Stepping 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 in 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 4s Should just come back and do it in a wave or do it with a storm I just stepped with this 9 and shine And I aint even do it with my toes I can bruck this grub into pebbles or do it on the low They think I do ooh-ooh Do it with the gangdem, do it on our own 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 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 watching faces Violate us, man are catching cases I was on the high road, armed and dangerous Stepping 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 a 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 watching faces Violate us, man are catching cases I was on the high road, armed and dangerous Stepping in some Run Away trainers, no introduction needed Peng ting already know what my name is And this year its only money Im chasing1Embed

Bussdown Lyrics Blow a bag when I touch down, sundown Everything gotta be uptown, shutdown Shows everywhere, I get love now She said Im mad over you like I run town, run town Couldnt ever get the buss, bussdown Speed around the trap, now I buss down This wap cost a leg and a arm My shoes and my shirt Saint Lauren Gelato 43 in my palm These racks gon make everything calm These racks gon make everything calm These racks gon make everything calm These racks gon make еverything calm These racks gon make everything calm These racks gon make everything calm These racks gon make everything calm These racks gon make everything calm Fifty-fifty bands on touchdown I just hit a lick, bought a bussdown Ima put her on a jet til I turn around I was meetin with the plug for a hundred pounds Woah, rich when I trap til sundown You gon set up shop and get shut down I got a Spanish bitch, I met her uptown You wont never catch me with my gun down Ooh, run it up, get shut down Got the racks on me like the bank now Gotta chop it loud like surround sound Gotta hit the plug when I touch down Blow a bag when I touch down, sundown Everything gotta be uptown, shutdown Shows everywhere, I get love now She said Im mad over you like I run town, run town Couldnt ever get the buss, bussdown Speed around the trap, now I buss down This wap cost a leg and a arm My shoes and my shirt Saint Lauren Gelato 43 in my palm These racks gon make everything calm These racks gon make everything calm These racks gon make everything calm These racks gon make everything calm These racks gon make everything calm These racks gon make everything calm These racks gon make everything calm These racks gon make everything calm My futures so bright, they hold me back on my past They dont want me up in the charts, they havent got heart All they do is talk Yo, bro said, Invest in some art Louis V hat, Louis V scarf All of these years that I spent on my graft Im usin two hands just to grip on that ass That pussy give me good luck charm That pussy make everything calm We got the Trey Eight in the dance Everything wet on my arms All my bros levelling up Time we done drills and we left it to luck Dingers got burnt and got left in the park That block full of pawns, we just leave them til last Meanwhile, Im up in the Shard Blow a bag when I touch down, sundown Everything gotta be uptown, shutdown Shows everywhere, I get love now She said Im mad over you like I run town, run town Couldnt ever get the buss, bussdown Speed around the trap, now I buss down This wap cost a leg and a arm My shoes and my shirt Saint Lauren Gelato 43 in my palm These racks gon make everything calm These racks gon make everything calm These racks gon make everything calm These racks gon make everything calm These racks gon make everything calm These racks gon make everything calm These racks gon make everything calm These racks gon make everything calm Embed

Headie one freestyle LyricsOO You know Ai ai Free all the G’s you know Turnt 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 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 Been, 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 Aii All them times I couldn’t get me a runner It was me that went O for me Turnt know To all the G G’s OOEmbed

Informal Lyrics Ay Got big clips, its gonna be a fuckin movie The opps are wet, we leave them drenched Bitches, they act like Gucci The silence we caused back then Pushbike ting, never knew about hoopties Back out the wap and borley cause that yute looks way to bookey I still find Lambeth bookey cah the feds stop and search when they see me .44s in a four-door, I started that shit, now they want a repeat Still put the fours in a ride Lean out, scratch out his head-back easy My young niggas out here shavin, crazy, comin like Yao or Sidi My bro just stepped out in VV Diamonds dancin, look at them sparklin, thats all the graftin They hate cah theyre starvin No money for waps, what are they barkin? Im out ere graftin Im way too black so I still gotta bargain Pushbike on a bruckbike on the other side, he wan see me Really? Two dum-dums, hit you up, make you dissapear like a genie Done nuff road in my Air Max, shout Nank for the freebie Bujj comin in TT, man step with VVs Studio with the gangdem, Haman there best believe me Got a peng but she needy I just like her cah she freaky .44s in the four-door, my young boys had it on repeat Next week, my young boys started drivin, discreetly Yeah, yeah Four-doors filled up with sweeties Take risks thats everyday, I wish the undies dont see me Free the gangdem locked up, I buy the whole table when they see me Jump out, jump out gang, my mum see me on TV We done did it again All of that talk, yeah I hear all of that We done did it again I said I wont do it again, but I just ran through an opp blow again Informal, you know man puttin up two bruckbacks in a rent Man pullin up, lettin that go Shellin it down like a show Strap that clean I had my turn Now Im taggin their bro Bad B come to the 6 and she lookin all cute in a Fendi brin Man mashed that down, bare wass and woi when I mix Virgil with Me and J bruck this whole white bitch down in the con like we doin up bondage 56 went in soft, wish I could get the same out solid In the bando I got knowledge I put the trap before college Ive been in the jailhouse doin up porridge, werent too far from Nottingham Forest It couldve been way more jewels and Loubs but Id rather have orders and choppers Pull up on the opp block , 007 like Quantum of Solace Dem man been pushin their friends From kway theyve been doin up mosh pit The dots old and rusty, it really shouldve been in a hospice Instead its live in the streets Broad day bootings, then Im with bae and kickin back, coolin The savs tryna carry and score but I love me a cat like Alfie and Moon Then I wake up and throw me a 20, before Ive even tied my shoes If it werent Six or Itch that bunning, it was probably me or M Could be defo T Trap, could be R6 or Skeng Rise that rotty, let it kweng Snoopy skid that bike on them , you know thats 300 up, no less Got new waps when bro went jail but I still got waps for my big bro Wess I dont wanna talk bout --- Look, they talked on our name, we went there live and took their crown Bro smoked on in the face That was 013, and they wont slide round ABV when I dip man down Just the other day bro stike one, now hes doin BlocBoy JB now We done did it again All of that talk, yeah I hear all of that We done did it again I said I wont do it again, but I just ran through an opp blow again Informal, you know man puttin up two bruckbacks in a rent Man pullin up, lettin that go Shellin it down like a show Strap that clean I had my turn Now Im taggin their bro Bad B come to the 6 and she lookin all cute in a Fendi brin Man mashed that down, bare wass and woi when I mix Virgil with Embed

Tim and Barry Freestyle LyricsTim and Barry TV, out here, OFB Free the GGs Move weight I love, latex gloves Skengs, rambos, flickies, theyre all part of my favourite stuff Boys in blue still want me on the wing no Damien Duff My young boy done a week in the T and all now I aint changed it up Im still risk taking Grub in the mattress, sawn-off joints in the basement Feds wanna boom that door, they found that one room had no replacement But it aint nuttin, from long time my shh game been amazing All I wanna do is get these readies, I been impatient No time wasting, I fold me a 20, thats before Ive even tied my laces Night shift day shift See if youre on the track then you better have me on your playlist Me and RV thats Freddy and Jason I mean Jason and Freddy Twin these rambos back them both Im tryna get cheffy If I chase me an opp Im tryna make somebody chase some Henny Fucking with the gang thats deadly Cah the team been horrid, and thats way before Henry Bad b asked what I do, I said I been chinging and crashing But she way too inna, I gotta tell her cool off boo I dont wanna do no chatting, unless youre gonna lock this hand ting Still turn this one into two, and I make grub fly like Aladdin Bad b asked what I do, I said I been chinging and crashing Way too inna, had to tell her cool off boo I dont wanna do no chatting, unless youre gonna lock this hand ting Turn this one into two, and I make that fly like Aladdin Used to get the light in a rock, I put the brown in the press like Foxy I mean the jakes wan lock me, minus degrees in Scotty Bad b come to the niz, she asked my hobby Im a driller and trapper, in my spare time I jump out and do man properly I been doing up O too much, my accent nearly turned cockney With a sawn-off dotty, and since then its been headers and volleys Free up my big bro RollieEmbed

Indecisive Interlude Lyrics Welcome to your EE voicemail You have six new messages First new message received Tuesday, July 6th at 5:03 PM I think about you all the time, stay in my bubble at the same time Go treat you like a ho, but then I cuff you at the same time You know I love to fuck you, but then fuck you at the same time I dont really trust you, but I trust you at the same time Had a dream that you went out there with that pussy, and it aint right But, what I dont know will never hurt me, so just liе to me I want you, but, I dont want you, its my constant indecisivenеss Sometimes, I feel I need a billion of a side bitches I hate you, I love you, the same time Want peace and then argue the same time Want nothing but money, the same time Put nothing above you, the same time Darling, I love you, when I see you I dont ever answer your Facetime I dont dont want you to feel out of place, I cant have you comfortable, same time I , the same time You want me to, my playtime All of these things that you hear through the grapevine Got teeth think Im a K-9 Will you stand by my side, will you ride with me Through all my constant indecisiveness Yeah, I know you try I know you try with me To return the call at your normal call rate, press # To listen to the message again, press 1 To save the message, press 2 To delete the message, press 31Embed

G17 Lyrics Galore You know, you know Kalani, I hate you Uh, uh Viper Yo G17, of course Im protected Gang slide through unexpected Bro swung his blade and eject him Luckily my man resurrected Stick on me, little stiff in my pants, uh Of course its erecting Bad boy from the Nizzy estate Buckin to opps, no way am I selectin G17, of course Im protected Gang slide through unexpected Bro swung his blade and eject him Luckily my man resurrected Stick on me, little stiff in my pants, uh Of course its erecting Bad boy from the Nizzy estate Buckin to opps, no way am I selectin I made the heatwave, burn them and its kinda chingy I want two-pack, no Biggie, but Im still makin this P like Diddy And she knows Im a bad boy, so this bad bitch wanna get jiggy Jiggy on deck, got back and chest, wont forget that her face is pretty Wont forget that her face is pretty, cause the gyaldem off this Lizzy Ya zimme? Gotta get back to the trizzy Im gettin busy, they talk like Siri, still get chilly Best go low when I bang this glizzy Pop that shit, they know Im fizzy Come correct, me step in nizzy Bill up, I bill me a spliff and light that Any pump man whip, I fly that We killy them, in-out the four-door hatchback Dont have to tap that, man, I fly through, snap backs Kung-fu chop that, brought the bruck back Man, they all of them junk flat Big .44, no Russian Roulette, add six in the spinta Man stealth like Ninja Cuttin up your hands like splinter No bruck, no ding dong Press the gas fast and were gone like Sprinter And were gone like, Zoom, sweep them up with this rusty bullet Click-clack, mind your head up and nose G17, of course Im protected Gang slide through unexpected Bro swung his blade and eject him Luckily my man resurrected Stick on me, little stiff in my pants, uh Of course its erecting Bad boy from the Nizzy estate Buckin to opps, no way am I selectin G17, of course Im protected Gang slide through unexpected Bro swung his blade and eject him Luckily my man resurrected Stick on me, little stiff in my pants, uh Of course its erecting Bad boy from the Nizzy estate Buckin to opps, no way am I selectin Basic a hundred days and counting Skip me a ten and took street like Downing Racks full of Yola, wrist full of diamonds I shh on a moped, straight from the sirens How many times did the corn get outed? Bro clutched up from far and hit him Dun already told em, Faith moves mountains I was poor like Chowdhry Nowadays pound signs give me a hard on G31, Im on a moon like Alfie Didnt wanna get chipped out by the stardom That four and a half for the bando really had me feelin like Narcos Me and Loose done lockdown Still thought bread was just on a road in Harlow Well the boss callin shots like Marlow M11 trips with brand new cargo Chop it, got it, flip that parcel I trap for the bread, yeah, I know about hard dough In the bando with socks out like Harlow I aint got numbers, not like barcode Bent always used to flick seven But now I do deals, score nine like Ronaldo, dark mode First time I slapped at man, put two hot ones in his back while he ran And before that? I first lined my shank with a tie and blade, came three in a back Damn, still got spread like jam Sleep it off, rise up, hold a medi Crick man down, pour Henny G17, full click, mans steady Free smoke in a three litre Jeep, full petty Embed

Edna Medley Lyrics Some say its a symptom of societal failings– It is a form of aggressive rap music known as drill They should know better Suh, suh, s-s-s-suh Ain’t 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 don’t 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 ish 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 Oi, Headie, what we sayin? Turn, turn, turn Its been a tough year But teamwork gets the dream workin Its only right that we show love to the key workers Im gassed up when Im leavin the booth And I rep for the kids, I dont need an excuse The government say Eat out to help But wont help Rashford when hes feedin the yutes What else can the drill yutes rap bout Apart from my worst days? You see me on stage but I was in jail three birthdays Standin here at the BRITs, but we aint seen as British We aint finished, we got more plaques for the critics Woo, ayy 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 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– 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 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 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 Steady, litEmbed

Shed No Light Lyrics Sorry Officer Sorry Officer OFB thats my people, them The opps know we gonna lead on them And these ’rales tryna take away my freedom They still tryna make me speak to them I said, sorry officer, I cant shed no light though You walked in the room, I rang my rights If I had the time, Id go sex your wife Once our charge dropped, you know I’m set for life French Vanilla you know a Dirty Sprite Got my quick and now some jollof rice I might take a show, if not I sell you light Ive been sellin light, off my dirty line-o The way her еyes so fine-o Come likе you commit a crime-o Maybe they should extradite you Why do all these niggas wanna take my shine They want me to pull up, take someones life Broad day chingin, its a dirty knife out the traffic light Turn the rights, and then free the guys-o Free he aint shed no light-o Free he aint shed no light-o Free my nigga he aint shed no light Free my nigga he ain’t shed no light OFB that’s my people, them The opps know we gonna lead on them And these rales tryna take away my freedom They still tryna make me speak to them I said, sorry officer, I can’t shed no light though You walked in the room, I rang my rights If I had the time, Id go sex your wife Once our charge dropped, you know Im set for life Show no emotion, my jail niggas they no orphan I use my for drug deals and to I just cant trust, there is so much that is broken-o I just trust my line-o That’s the only time that I can shed some light Try to tell me dirty, they want me feelin that work On exercise-o Had to right Told my plug come up with a better price Shh got shh, and then he got shh twice That nigga lucky that I aint left real life-o I can shed no light-o I really cannot shed no light Put the rope down, lets see some light I cant shed no light Cant you see the sings And Im top, always on top One day ima be driving a droptop One day ima be driving a droptop And Im top, always on top One day ima be driving a droptop One day ima be driving a droptop OFB thats my people, them The opps know we gonna lead on them And these rales tryna take away my freedom They still tryna make me speak to them I said, sorry officer, I cant shed no light though You walked in the room, I rang my rights If I had the time, Id go sex your wife Once our charge dropped, you know Im set for life Only real Gs by my side Dont ring off my line If you dont know the time Cant you see the signs Only real Gs by my side Fumez The EngineerEmbed

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, Louis on mе Look what this money is doing to me 24 hours on the strip 24 hours on thе grind In the bando, flip the switch, shut the door, close the blinds Instrumental, buss the rhyme Bro went mental and bussed the 9 Trust me Im pissed cause he lost the line And man need crooks, so dont cross the line I dont know about furlough for the pound signs, I was out there working Got round there we were serving, still outside, still pushing that German Still gripping and swerving, still got push, hit em for certain I put my hands on loads of things, you best know, Im not talking about flirting Engine purring, black light sharing, skidding and skeering Cant stop gotta keep them walls turning, turning, turning, chasing sterling Out there tryna lick shots like Erling These shots here you aint firming Me and bro we started the ting Two warriors like Cleo and Wurman 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, 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 flavors 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 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, Louis on me Look what this money is doing to meEmbed

Art of War Lyrics Yeah, they talk about scores But these people aint scorin Now we keep it quiet So they tell us were borin Little do they know One fuck-up and we kicking there door in Yeah, its the art of war Bad when Im on my ones Tell em come with 2 or 3 Fuck dat manna come with 4 yeah Its the art of war, yeah Still with the same dargs from a puppy Never switch off of course Its the art of war Opp boy still tryna get me Feds just wanna arrest me Tryna hit a meal like Heskey My poker card will never be empty Im the Fresh Prince of Tottenham Guess who niggas are Jeffery? M Huncho, RV and Headie Dats Neymar, Suarez and Messi Im puttin work for my gunners Now I feel like seeing them again Im just tryna get rich They got me risking my freedom again I scored points in the field I cant wait for the season again Cos I got new beef So its gonna get season again That means you get slaughtered When niggas get peppered And they pay for a mortgage So I got spots like a leopard Wrist in a Pyrex bowl So you know Im whippin with tekkers Ill rise dat pole Fuck 5.0, we did it with leathers Yeah, they talk about scores But these people aint scorin Now we keep it quiet So they tell us were borin Little do they know One fuck-up and we kicking there door in Yeah, its the art of war Bad when Im on my ones Tell em come with 2 or 3 Fuck dat manna come with 4 yeah Its the art of war, yeah Still with the same dargs from a puppy Never switch off of course Its the art of war Free Brad, thats my guy Say someone done a rave to control her I was on basic coping Touch road and these tyres got broken Me and dis 4s like Krept and Konan But they soon touch the road all swollen Bet hes gonna want his shoes all golden Cant tell about scoring Been over dem sides der tryna tear shirts open like I gotta burn my clothes when I touch the wing Cah if I lack Im red toasted Dem man hope to my downfall But now theyre still hoping Back then I tried smoke with the sawnie And now Im still smokey Just done a whole night shift And now there still callin T-house looking all scary Have you ever watched Conjuring? And its all for the bread and wine Dats even those far from cold Mask on my face It could be cactus jacking your phones Yeah, they talk about scores But these people aint scorin Now we keep it quiet So they tell us were borin Little do they know One fuck-up and we kicking there door in Yeah, its the art of war Bad when Im on my ones Tell em come with 2 or 3 Fuck dat manna come with 4 yeah Its the art of war, yeah Still with the same dargs from a puppy Never switch off of course Its the art of warEmbed

Olympics Lyrics S-R-B separation confirmed Coming  up on, uh, staging, the burnout of these twin solid rocket boosters at 2 minutes 5 seconds Yo,  hand on heart, dem boy dere gems Flick of the, flick of the wrist, it might blind you again Roll and smoke, we did it again Juice,  man, spill, man, spill it again Step  with bros, man, aint leavin the hood without skengs Fuck a bodyguard, man got firearms Get  close thats you and your friend Bro hook the waps real life Jay aint tryna go back to the pen My nigga Jay fresh home He  got his trap phone to a men Upsuh in Chantelles house Baggin up packs of the leng Playin upfront, never retire like Pele and dem Had beefs from young Big bro cop that from young do kweng You dont know about waps, rudeboy I can talk about MACs and Stens Opp block with M, wid that M, tryna whoosh that 10 Tryna slap mans head back go home and pretend Free my young boy Kizz He got half than a 10 God forbid that I land on the wing, never again Last time man step, normal settings, suttin got drenched One stick, one for the aim Money I gained, work everyday Cookie bud that I smokes insane, loud expensive strain War ready, got waps on deck This hand ting holds like 8, its cray Still love me a dotty, slide on 2 Roll up and peb your estate But Im workin, and I stay workin Man, I got racks for days Cause Im certain Ill be makin a million All this money wont make me change Still on the block with waps and trucks with the diamonds came I heard they won the Olympics, too much 18Ks Cant do it bait face on a cam no more but truss me, my young gs will I still handle the wap kinda aight And my knife work wonderful Feds went and booted up my door For a bootin, I can sleep comfortable It was like 6AM in the station and Im face to face with a constable I was on basic, writing letters Cah love money and love weapons Still gon handle the shank with tekkerz Jump out, get some touched in seconds Tracksuit, LV sliders, and my Rambo when I run my errands And you can hear me from the top of the road when I start my engine Say sticks and stones may break my bones but I cant let feds take my phone Count like a minimum seven Thats if they inspect like Sherlock Holmes But shawty wouldnt wanna know no more if she ever knew I was serving stones Me and bro done a works Trident didnt have a clue cah I burnt my clothes One stick, one for the aim Money I gained, work everyday Cookie bud that I smokes insane, loud expensive strain War ready, got waps on deck This hand ting holds like 8, its cray Still love me a dotty, slide on 2 Roll up and peb your estate But Im workin, and I stay workin Man, I got racks for days Cause Im certain Ill be makin a million All this money wont make me change Still on the block with waps and trucks with the diamonds came I heard they won the Olympics, too much 18KsEmbed

Headie One - Street Heat Freestyle LyricsAm I the only one thats been on bail While hes in jail Now I just step foot into the T And I cant inhale I came up for the re Now I cant link this girl Its been a hour How the fuck can my tracksuit smell? I got me and bro doing too much mileage Again we gotta fill up at Shells And we just went halves on a hand ting They dont want that filled up with shells All the opps know damn well If my bros with it Im with it I done all of these jails on my lonelies Cant anybody tell me Im timid Still I cant mix pleasure with business And I had to get these numbers scripted Have you ever seen a paper Back and front just filled up with nuttin but digits? Get round there in a bruck down Vauxhall Filled up with nuttin but hitters Do it with the gang Or do it on my Jones like Bridget I was tryna get my prints off the hand ting You couldnt keep your prints off belaire like Philip You was in the VIP section drinking I was in the bando flipping Get the drop on the opp Make Headie One get any inkling And just like the bando Ill be on that back road flipping My young boys do listen But they aint got patience Finesse this broad day chinging They couldnt believe like an atheist I got old friends that I got to do em like strangers I have them all stressed back home Like they aint got papers Im on the back road doing up ching I should be at home with my ting Now like MTV theyre all in my crib With evidence bags full of scales and the cling How they take that one two stack that I made off a flip? But it aint nuttin cah I ring ring trap I do this ting daily like Blind Me and big bro spent time in the sink Like look at the flick of the wrist, still Pan look like the headpiece of Sisqo You aint taking these risks, no I see flashing lights like a disco Now all of these pigs at my door Im bout to get hit with the recall Im bout to get hit with the recall I spent all of them days in Thameside Grub got bruck like a enzyme The last time I scored on an opp I felt like doing that chest knife Fillled this dinger to the brim Then we take it there on a test drive I aim that spins like TLC I make sure I close my left eye Im on the back road doing up Jedi Them niggas sour, theyre red-eye Nothing comes before my numbers Not even my NI How many times have I been in cuffs And everything got denied?Embed