Lambeth Maps 67 (Ft. R6, ST (67) & Y.SJ (67))

[Chorus: R6] x2
3 postcodes, 4 door trucks
Let’s lurk on Lambeth maps
Redrum, redrum, dripping in sauce
Man a man spill it like 'gnac
6 gang tryna turn man pack
Hearsay so we’re paro and dat
Come find us, we trapping in our flats
Feds tryna find man’s waps

[Verse 1: Y.SJ]
Hit squad, tryna catch me sliding
Dingers cold, keep cutting out
But we warm it up whilst we’re gliding
Last nigga try push his luck
If he didn’t cut, I would’ve striked him
From any bitch thinks she’s prestige
Get on your knees that’s the right thing
Talk about chingers with smoke
44s in a 4 door
Skrr round there but them boy they’re ghost
It’s funny they’re doing the most
Or sending for me, you see me on streets
Estate on your toes (why you tripping)
Really been running through O’s
Money like hoes, it comes and it goes
Still back it I want that war
Them boy just dash, got chinged and wapped
But roads ain’t fun any more
I don’t need to check that score
Let’s lurk, let’s lurk, got your block extinct
Cause the gang do tours
I heard you robbed my man but we’re coming for yours
Shit gets radical with my thoughts