[Intro]
(Mika gave you this one)
[Verse 1: Headie One]
Free Bradders
That's bro from kway before snakes and ladders
We was 15 throwing up gang signs, looking like we're playing ching chang chana
Bro backing out rammers, finesse a man's jewels Santana
Then tell big man just back up
Way before J Hus, didn't like ice in this Fanta
We Finesse these broad day chingings, knives just shine in the camera
Years later nothing ain't changed, pressure these opps and banter
Had one hand on the spin ting and the other there tryna keep balance
[Verse 2: Skat]
Free Bradders
10 toes do road free smoke, love hammers
Couple g packs, do road, M-way smash it
In the hood fishing these shots on the opp like Bradders
Like how many years I been grinding, free my nigga B it's just timing
Fake yutes in Tottenham not like him, OFB pull up with smoke and diamonds
Long clip, equipped to ride with
No one ain't into fighting, gang rip it back and just light him
Especially if you don't like him, Skatty I handle my ting
[Verse 3: RV]
Free Bradders, bro from early
Before he had single plaits
All he knows is drill and trap, got him in the jailhouse kicking back
I'm on the M-way doing up mileage, M sport whip no hybrid
Cut that pack into slices, the opps ain't men they're mices
Why feds wanna grab my bros, free Bradz till he back on road
And he's free in Tottenham like Danny Rose
No more bag up at 6, or doing up canteen codes
Just fresh home back on the strip, grinding tryna stack this dough
(Mika gave you this one)
[Verse 1: Headie One]
Free Bradders
That's bro from kway before snakes and ladders
We was 15 throwing up gang signs, looking like we're playing ching chang chana
Bro backing out rammers, finesse a man's jewels Santana
Then tell big man just back up
Way before J Hus, didn't like ice in this Fanta
We Finesse these broad day chingings, knives just shine in the camera
Years later nothing ain't changed, pressure these opps and banter
Had one hand on the spin ting and the other there tryna keep balance
[Verse 2: Skat]
Free Bradders
10 toes do road free smoke, love hammers
Couple g packs, do road, M-way smash it
In the hood fishing these shots on the opp like Bradders
Like how many years I been grinding, free my nigga B it's just timing
Fake yutes in Tottenham not like him, OFB pull up with smoke and diamonds
Long clip, equipped to ride with
No one ain't into fighting, gang rip it back and just light him
Especially if you don't like him, Skatty I handle my ting
[Verse 3: RV]
Free Bradders, bro from early
Before he had single plaits
All he knows is drill and trap, got him in the jailhouse kicking back
I'm on the M-way doing up mileage, M sport whip no hybrid
Cut that pack into slices, the opps ain't men they're mices
Why feds wanna grab my bros, free Bradz till he back on road
And he's free in Tottenham like Danny Rose
No more bag up at 6, or doing up canteen codes
Just fresh home back on the strip, grinding tryna stack this dough
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