[Verse 1 - Dabbla]

Yo
Let me start from the edge, are you in it for the wedge?
Or are you in it for the love?
Rub-a-dub bottle of bud up in the club and you're gonna see more of my ugly mug
I got sixteens blood, I got Tek's, got eight balls stashed in my creps
Got knifes, got guns, got vests, nar man shut up you're a pest
On the pest list, you little suck balls
You can never touch my style don't test this
Dylectic, switch back for the metric
Shake your cough like domestics
When I'm in the yo let me bill the next spliff
I be giving aromatic duck if your necks stiff
Cause I bitch slap any man who wanna try and prep this
Strictly big tings ya bitch!
Goody goody gum drops, 'low the gun shots
Come through in my brand new Dunlops
Wanna cotch and bun, I know a one spot
Bounce out I be down at the jump off
Get this cunt off he can't MC, boy I ain't no radio friendly
Never this, chatting gibberish for the cheese
In a scene wearing flashed jeans without a bean, hell no!
I roll with a fucked up flow
Look, look, both ways like the Highway Code
Be like, 'Yo, come back to my place yo?'
'No..', 'What dya mean you little MySpace hoe?!'
Switch, ignorance is bliss but here this
It's criss with two s's, give you two guesses
Had a few bevvies, rolling through Essex
Hanging out the window in a right old mess singing