[Intro]
Now it's time to rumble!
Trust me
You already know, man
AJ Tracey, Flu Game
We're here, man
Charlie Sloth
Come on, come on
Fuckin' hell
Uh, let's go
[Verse 1]
Swish
Man are talking tough, but them man are nothing but net
And if the gang sike out with a G-lock, them dry yutes are getting nothing but wet
I'm in Latimer, bakewell pies, ain't renting the lies, can't pattern no let
No pasta, we're letting it fly, these shells crash live, ain't clapping on set
I told bro, "Rise ten and I'll match you"
Put my name in a track, I'ma catch you
Drill's like a partner you gotta go back to, I don't want to but I have to
I got nothing but hate for the jakes, how many times with a descript for a black yute?
I don't wanna talk smoke online, I'm too blessed, fuck Twitter, man'll get at you
I'm a West End baby, one-one made me and my MP was unbeaten
Next door I had the mid-trial blues, I took my own yellow, I crossed that Sweden
If two man hop off the T-Max and you're on sight, best dive like Eden
I don't send death threats, I don't reason, flu game, I could drop points all season
I've been on the grime sets, been on the drill beats, man know I love this tempo
Used to get reloads for a laugh, them man only got a one wheel when it end, though
My OG said to the game with peace so the mandem got an extendo
Chopsticks when we land in a box, have bare different food in the cut like Bento
Free SQ, free SQ, free SQ 'til he's home, it's mental
I got a young thug flagging for the west, no vest gonna help when he slap out your dental
You don't know about fear 'til the jakes are behind you and you got a Glock in this rental
I'm from west but my home still central, that's why I treat Old Street like my temple
Bare rumours, but I'm okay though
Took big Ls, but I'm okay though
No label, but I'm okay though
Old friends ungrateful, I'm okay though
I got twenty-two man on my payroll, I'm a real boss, them man are just Play-Doh
I grew tryna hear mandem on lay low to LA tings tryna pour Tech in my Faygo
I got so many plaques that if you try match that, then we gotta all go dentist
Most versatile and I meant it, stuck to the code, didn't break or bend it
Man cry about genre, let me talk genre, niggas don't know about genre
Packages genre, butterflies, that's the next genre, Ladbroke Grove, that's the next genre
I got metaphors, triple-entendre, West London on my back, no sponsor
G Trace so I buss on a monster, crack up the game like a fresh cooked lobster
Ex mobster, now I count dough with a pornstar martini in my corner
Don't play my brudda, won't warn ya, bro start heat up your block like sauna
Now it's time to rumble!
Trust me
You already know, man
AJ Tracey, Flu Game
We're here, man
Charlie Sloth
Come on, come on
Fuckin' hell
Uh, let's go
[Verse 1]
Swish
Man are talking tough, but them man are nothing but net
And if the gang sike out with a G-lock, them dry yutes are getting nothing but wet
I'm in Latimer, bakewell pies, ain't renting the lies, can't pattern no let
No pasta, we're letting it fly, these shells crash live, ain't clapping on set
I told bro, "Rise ten and I'll match you"
Put my name in a track, I'ma catch you
Drill's like a partner you gotta go back to, I don't want to but I have to
I got nothing but hate for the jakes, how many times with a descript for a black yute?
I don't wanna talk smoke online, I'm too blessed, fuck Twitter, man'll get at you
I'm a West End baby, one-one made me and my MP was unbeaten
Next door I had the mid-trial blues, I took my own yellow, I crossed that Sweden
If two man hop off the T-Max and you're on sight, best dive like Eden
I don't send death threats, I don't reason, flu game, I could drop points all season
I've been on the grime sets, been on the drill beats, man know I love this tempo
Used to get reloads for a laugh, them man only got a one wheel when it end, though
My OG said to the game with peace so the mandem got an extendo
Chopsticks when we land in a box, have bare different food in the cut like Bento
Free SQ, free SQ, free SQ 'til he's home, it's mental
I got a young thug flagging for the west, no vest gonna help when he slap out your dental
You don't know about fear 'til the jakes are behind you and you got a Glock in this rental
I'm from west but my home still central, that's why I treat Old Street like my temple
Bare rumours, but I'm okay though
Took big Ls, but I'm okay though
No label, but I'm okay though
Old friends ungrateful, I'm okay though
I got twenty-two man on my payroll, I'm a real boss, them man are just Play-Doh
I grew tryna hear mandem on lay low to LA tings tryna pour Tech in my Faygo
I got so many plaques that if you try match that, then we gotta all go dentist
Most versatile and I meant it, stuck to the code, didn't break or bend it
Man cry about genre, let me talk genre, niggas don't know about genre
Packages genre, butterflies, that's the next genre, Ladbroke Grove, that's the next genre
I got metaphors, triple-entendre, West London on my back, no sponsor
G Trace so I buss on a monster, crack up the game like a fresh cooked lobster
Ex mobster, now I count dough with a pornstar martini in my corner
Don't play my brudda, won't warn ya, bro start heat up your block like sauna
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