[Intro]
LeoBeatz on this one

[Chorus: Workrate]
Bakin' off in a Greenford flat
Nuttin' but packs, stacks, waps
How the fuck could I rate these twats?
They rap 'bout guns, they ain't let that slap
You talk badness, come and back your chat
We bang our mashes and swing our nanks
You talk badness, come and back your chat
We bang our mashes and swing our nanks

[Verse 1: Workrate]
Four in the back and I'm strugglin' to breathe
Lurk on a one, two, three
Four Rambos and we brought that heat
Beat, tryna catch me a Ghosty beat (Bow, bow)
Creep up, ching, you won't know it's me (No, you won't)
Don't claim that works, but they know it's me
Tryna turn man off when I open neeks
Then SB, Jigga when I roll with this tweed (That's bro)
Free Lil' L, me and broski speak
We reminisce drills in coded speech
Swing my Rambo or blow this heat
UB7 ain't worth these sweets (Hahaha)
Man still do it how I done it in '016
Tryna catch me a Drayton neek (Dickhead)
Reekz spoke up and exchanged his speech
When he got-got, I can't rate that neek (Snitch)
They call him "Drill", he ain't taped one scene
That block bangs for a vacant street (You know)
Ask these streets about my G's
All of us load up, aim and beat (Bow, bow)
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