V12 CASISDEAD

[Chorus]
Call coming in on my cell
Jumped up like Fury in the twelfth
No seatbelt, fuck twelve
You don't need a stereo in that V12
Just got the whip detailed
Rode past, see the pigs on detail
They just tryna find intel
No loose lips, you know what that entails
Call coming in on my cell
Jumped up like Fury in the twelfth
No seatbelt, fuck twelve
You don't need a stereo in that V12 (Nah)
Just got the whip detailed
Rode past, see the pigs on detail (Detail)
They just tryna find intel
No loose lips, you know what that entails (Yeah)

[Verse 1]
In the kitchen I ain't slept
I got the sous-chef doing my prep (Hah)
Fuck letting man slide, I'm collecting that debt
Ain't them, then it's you instead (Slide)
Me and the connect in good stead
And so it's nights out in the West End
Hop to my sled
And off I sped
V12 penis extension in red (Hahaha)
Bare bugs stuck to the screen
I'm on a A road letting off steam (Steam)
Jeans Alexander McQueen
And the pockets are full of pictures of the Queen (Hah)
Bit of trim just out of her teens
Bless her, she got low self-esteem
Left her looking like a Krispy Kreme
Slid her some P and I'm fleeing the scene (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Blowing loud and my engine's louder
I'm sitting in third 'cos I like how it sounds (Three)
Roof down riding round town
Every time I put my foot down costs man a pound (Pound)
Twelve, you can tell by the sound
Drive past the trees, the leaves turn brown (Brown)
Back end out, no
Back on my bullshit (Yeah, yeah, yeah)