[Verse 1: Itchy]
I don't ask no bitch no questions
I didn't ask Keke if she love me
I told her the trap 24s
And the packs get stuffed in bumcheeks
M-way trips for the money or train journeys till we land in country
Jump out on fuckery and swing my shank till my outfit's bloody
How many times have we jumped out blatant, me plus Rack5
That's juice on pavement (spillin shit)
I don't know their faces I just see their name in witness statements
Fed chase I ain't tryna hit station
Who's that, what's that?
Grab that shaving
Mash bands tryna stack these papers
[?] went raving
Peng one in the trap just baking
I don't want no sex, I send out a text
And swing off the door till the trap gets raided
Fuck them neighbours
A lot of man talk bout paigons
Half these 12World yutes come strangers
I want big guns and lasers
Splash man down with my kitchen stainless
[Verse 2: Rack5]
Rack5 too recky (savage)
Hold that steady
Kilburn High Road, left that messy
Splash man down, best step with wellies
Do it like I did it in Bush already
M-way trips and I'm doing 120
Opp block skidding I'm driving tekky
Recky recky
Remember when I ducked man down November
When I splashed man down December
When I scored at the start of the year
Put pressure on half of their peers
Done it in auto, done it with gears
Done it in front of J1's mum
And we left, and we left
And we left that bitch in tears
10 or 11
How many man got tripped and severed
OT trips, man switch at Reading
Tear mans threads, bare fluff and feathers
Slip on the wing man kick mans head in
Duck and dive when corn gets spreading
G-Check bredrins, what are you repping?
Me and bro bro phone lack when stepping
I don't get him get him wet him wet him
I stick my shank in heads
Fill this mash with lead
Slabs and packs of peng
I ain't tryna go back pen
They're pissed if I grip this skeng
Shh done trips so we tore through flesh
Stay there for hours and tour mans ends
Bored of gems
I don't ask no bitch no questions
I didn't ask Keke if she love me
I told her the trap 24s
And the packs get stuffed in bumcheeks
M-way trips for the money or train journeys till we land in country
Jump out on fuckery and swing my shank till my outfit's bloody
How many times have we jumped out blatant, me plus Rack5
That's juice on pavement (spillin shit)
I don't know their faces I just see their name in witness statements
Fed chase I ain't tryna hit station
Who's that, what's that?
Grab that shaving
Mash bands tryna stack these papers
[?] went raving
Peng one in the trap just baking
I don't want no sex, I send out a text
And swing off the door till the trap gets raided
Fuck them neighbours
A lot of man talk bout paigons
Half these 12World yutes come strangers
I want big guns and lasers
Splash man down with my kitchen stainless
[Verse 2: Rack5]
Rack5 too recky (savage)
Hold that steady
Kilburn High Road, left that messy
Splash man down, best step with wellies
Do it like I did it in Bush already
M-way trips and I'm doing 120
Opp block skidding I'm driving tekky
Recky recky
Remember when I ducked man down November
When I splashed man down December
When I scored at the start of the year
Put pressure on half of their peers
Done it in auto, done it with gears
Done it in front of J1's mum
And we left, and we left
And we left that bitch in tears
10 or 11
How many man got tripped and severed
OT trips, man switch at Reading
Tear mans threads, bare fluff and feathers
Slip on the wing man kick mans head in
Duck and dive when corn gets spreading
G-Check bredrins, what are you repping?
Me and bro bro phone lack when stepping
I don't get him get him wet him wet him
I stick my shank in heads
Fill this mash with lead
Slabs and packs of peng
I ain't tryna go back pen
They're pissed if I grip this skeng
Shh done trips so we tore through flesh
Stay there for hours and tour mans ends
Bored of gems
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