Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Old Estate , by - Pete & Bas. Release date: 30.11.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
The Old Estate |
| Still living on the old estate |
| Even though it’s hot |
| Not for the opps |
| I’m talking the fucking cops (jakes) |
| Local shops, I did it all bait at their local shops |
| Main bricks hid a thing on my waist |
| What you know about a local bop |
| Are you widdit or not |
| I did it, skidded I’m off |
| In the trap making a prof of Charlie |
| Now I’m in the booth like Charlie sloth |
| (Fire in the booth) |
| I got my Rollie on, take that Carti off |
| She gave me sloppy slop, she a narty thot |
| When I let that bang, it ain’t a party pop |
| Yeah they know my face |
| They know my name, they know my spot |
| Yeah they know where we hang |
| But they don’t say I call it blot |
| Cos they know what’s good for their health |
| They don’t wanna end up lost |
| I gotta keep working, working |
| 'Cos I don’t wanna end up lost |
| The packs got sold |
| And I got more than paid |
| Dragon pull off the L |
| You know I got more than waved (high as fuck) |
| Shave shave, swing it |
| Tryna ching it |
| Approach with caution |
| Cause you might just end up swinging |
| Look, (come on then) The old boys winning |
| He’s giving lip then I might just chin him |
| Grab the wheel then the axel’s spinning |
| I’ve been in this game from my hairline thinning (it ain’t no joke) |
| Countless drillings |
| Blood’s still thicker, drink keeps spilling (yeah) |
| Pouring a pint on a Friday night, we’re them old school villains (oh yeahhh) |
| Couple yanks try biting the UK style but that’s fine, it’s blessed |
| I can’t dodge no bullets, I wrap my chest in a Kevlar vest (yeah) |
| Got an Arsenal down in south, got a pig farm out in west |
| So just drop one text, fly down the M25 no stress |
| Yeah you know me son, you know my face, you know my status (you know my status) |
| So shut your mouth before I put your face on the front of the papers (yeah) |
| You got my number |
| I’ve got the deals and I’ve got them flavours (nice) |
| Got a grow next door |
| You know I ain’t got no neighbours (Nah) |
| I’m a local hero |
| And I’m talk of the town |
| I’m known to the gavers |
| And they’ve been poking around |
| I had ditch that phone and I chucked that bing in the back of the rover |
| Never pulled over, foot flat down I can’t drive straight 'cos I ain’t that sober |
| I’m a lovely geeza |
| But I’m a violent man |
| I cook rocks in pots |
| And smash heads with pans |
| Knock knock, who’s there |
| I came to kick your front door down |
| I go Jackie chan |
| Ping pang pow, I laid a man down |
| Working the block like clockwork |
| Out in the sticks with dust in a pot |
| Like Gordon ram in a car |
| That’s another man rolled in a fag |
| Got smoked |
| I’m moving wreckless |
| Grab that man by the necklace |
| Phone got robbed for the line |
| (Hello) |
| Texting his number, like look call this one next time |
| I came from dirt and it all got dirty |
| 30s 2 2s and 4 4s |
| Make cash in a burnt out box in Brixton |
| And I make big but I still want more |
| More time on the roadside meant more moular, how could a man just let that go |
| Put in the work and the packs got sold on a mobile phone |
| Get rolled in a fag, get poured in a pint, get sent back home in a black bin bag |
| Shoulda just left it, shoulda gone walkies but big Bas brought 2 toe tags |
| Both hands on her back when I smash it |
| We don’t make love we make magic |
| She was speaking Spanish |
| Got me singing love songs in traffic |