| Burstin' all of these hand-to-hands
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| Cah my worker’s gone off the rails (Hands on)
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| Told bro 'go shut the window'
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| Cah the breeze blowin' the food off the scales (Hurry up man)
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| Normally I do it by eyelids
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| But the cats wan' complain 'bout sizes (Always moanin')
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| And my driver’s moanin' too
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| Cah he got a black box and we’re over the mileage (Hmm)
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| I don’t know why recently
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| Bare man are gettin' on to the black tings (Huh?)
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| Cah in the commercial dances
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| They’re only ones tryna bring man’s waps in (True)
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| Lighties are good for the O trips
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| They help man blend when man’s O trappin' (Basically)
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| Told my solider 'you're here for the future'
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| You can’t go home 'til permission gets granted (What's he talkin' 'bout?)
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| When you hand in your resignation (Huh?)
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| It’s still four weeks notice
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| Can’t just go home and this ain’t no placement (Where you goin'?)
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| I put both phones on silent
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| Can still hear noise comin' from the vibration (Ahh)
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| K-M-T, this is ravin'
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| Now I’m gettin' bare funny looks in probation (Ahh)
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| I pour the syrup in the Mountain Dew
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| Now that’s a real G leanin' (Swervin')
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| Just done a swap with the scousers
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| Had to tell ar-kid 'make sure you clean it'
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| He said a lever’s stuck on the broom
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| He’s tryna clean up but can’t do no sweepin' (It's cool man)
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| Told him grab some WD-40
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| Don’t panic, it might need a greasin' (Just grease it)
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| From the G-po I was breezin' (Whoosh)
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| See my nigga trip, I was pissed, had to leave him (Ahh)
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| Yeah, the key made for this ST ting
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| Cah this shit fob can’t go on no keyring (Lose it)
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| This leng one wants sexual healin'
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| But said she’s only free in the evenin' (Huh?)
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| She don’t know I’m on HDC
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| 'Excuse me miss, let’s make an agreement'
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| (Time and place)
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| I need a excuse for these tag people
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| When they phone and ask why I’m late (Ahh)
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| Press the blue button on the box
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| Like, sorry EMS, it must be a mistake
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| Never been out for steak
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| That’s why that ting links you for the dates
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| But fuck what’s on her plate
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| I still get that drunk phone call when it’s late
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| I let my phone bling on deals for a month
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| And it’s only scores and half of sixes (Brr)
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| Landlord clocked the plate in the flat
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| And said, «lads, you’re gettin' evicted»
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| I tried play duress at my second strike
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| The judge said, «mate, stop playin' the victim» (Hahaha)
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| Then I ended up on the wing
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| Playin' ping pong with this chink yute called Ling Ling (Woi-yoi)
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| One night, two separate functions
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| How have they both ended up in passa?
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| The mandem screamin' out lagga (Lagga, lagga)
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| Like suttin' never got poked up or ralla
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| '016, I got stopped by the Beamers
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| I should’ve done a dash when they found man’s stabber (Mm)
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| But they didn’t give a toss
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| I think what they really want was a hammer (Bow)
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| Lost the food and you ain’t got raided
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| That’s a substantial wage reduction
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| Told the island ting 'bring a bottle'
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| She don’t even know what she bringin' through customs (Haha)
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| If you tell the boydem 'personal use'
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| That’s gonna be a gross misuse of the substance (Long)
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| But I can’t lie, anything’s better than summer time induction
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| I just checked Google
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| They said this year twenty notes gone plastic (That's why)
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| When I reload, I give them to the plug
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| And keep the tens for the stackin'
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| Even though it takes up space
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| Pays twice as much every bill that’s folded (Folded)
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| Remember my shoes had holes in
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| Now I make money when cats gon' smoke tings
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| I sent a text sayin' 'lock arff at eight'
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| So why’s it 2AM and bitty’s still phonin'? |
| (Huh?)
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| Who’s my man? |
| I don’t know him
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| Flick button get clicked same time I approach him (Whoosh)
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| HMP, I was roastin'
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| My gyal on her mash just rubbin' and moanin'
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| My next door bangin' the wall
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| Pretend to be a sleep but really I’m zonin' (Pissin' me off)
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| Told my girl 'one minute'
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| I can hear the night boss creepin' around
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| I’m tryna have a convo
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| Everyone’s at the door beatin' it down (Boom, boom)
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| All gassed over Love Island
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| Megan’s a slag and she’s sleepin' around
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| So I just turn on my set
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| Put it on full blast, now I can’t hear a sound (Woi-yoi)
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| Ghosty |