Bloodclart Krept & Konan (Ft. Giggs)

[Verse 1: Krept]
All about the British Sterling
Can you not see, the cars German
Put my money where my mouth is, cause my grands are high
Fuck the talking dog, this ain't family guy
Yeah, my hood's nuts, mind how you speak here
Cause them 2 9s, will make you leap, yeah
Yeah your jewels shine bright like a diamond
Round here, if you shine bright, you could die Mond'
That's the hood, nigga, don't take it personal
If they let them rounds off at your circle
Don't underestimate the youngers lurking the strip
Think their things are drama till they murk all you pricks
The same ones that you Salaam could be the ones to draw the piece on you
Youths wanna poke a man, girls wanna peek at you
If A bad B likes what she C's, she'll get the D from you
E don't give a F, he'll stick you up and take a G from you
And you can't call police
If they stick you with that knife
You better fork the Ps
From the narm to the hill down to Thorton Heath
Where they'll 'nap a man (why?) for talking grief
So focus on the money, road life shit
Now my bank balance's looking like mileage
And my clique buy bottles, what are you on?
Them broke niggas buy cups, thats a boob job