Hood Antics AJ Tracey

[Verse 1]
Yeah, I'm stiff when I skank
I'm cranked in the rave with a whiff and a shank
And I swear to God, my mum would go mad
If she ever knew how much they'd left that rack
I call my grub that elastic pack
Cuh I grab the food, then I stretch that back
Put notes in the stack till it goes snap
Hit sales on my bike till the wheel's flat
I burn plastic bags till they go black
Weigh peng on the scales till they go flat
Spray bars at a crowd till they go mad
Make chicks' eyes squint till they roll back
Skrrr in the ding dong till I get catch
Drop game on the yats till I get gash
And I've been the same since Dad had a say
So fam, I would backchat till I got lashed

[Hook]
Please don't act up, please don't play
Too many antics, too many games
So many borers, so many flames
Too many tracksuits, too many chains
So many baby mums and young dads
Too many crazy dons who back shanks
Run from the studio to go trap
Hood antics, we're out for that cash