End In The Streets Plan B (UK)

[Hook]
Who the fuck you think you're tryna test?
This could get mess, best get your bulletproof vest
Blud, who you think you're tryna push?
Like I'm gonna keep shush, you must think I'm a puss
Come now, who ya tryna be?
Tryna go on like you're heavy, tryna go on like you're deep
Nah, fuck it, this is beef
It started in the ends and it will end in the street

[Verse 1]
There's a bad boy out on the street that rolls deep
His best friend is his bucky, that's unlucky for some
Especially when he's always out on the prowl for fresh meat
Fresh peeps to run up to with his gun
Say "wah gwan my son, what's going on here?"
Who in the hell does that breh think he is over there?
Dropping off a choon ting in his passenger chair
I'll pull him round with his arrogant stare
That can't run, not while I breathe air
And he'll find that out before we let him leave here, leave here
Come 'round my manor beware, beware
Cause I'm bound to be around there somewhere, somewhere
The shoots loose, and so is troops dudes
With screws loose that'll do anything for the loot
Like get a bigger man moved
Or pull the trigger round you, thinking