Pulling outside in a C63
Black dashboard and cream leather seats
Down Idle Road with a Blue M3
Followed behind by a green Audi
The streets are my personal race track
See an R line and I wanna race that
Speakers loud with an organ track
Set off in a Merc that has been remapped
And we're taking a right down Ashbourne Lane
Taking the Benz and I'm going insane
Handbrake slide, we're on to King's Road
And we're doing 110 'til we're in control
I see headlights, they're in the distance
I see blue lights and thеy're persistent
Wanna stop, I'm rеsistant
Into Thorpe Edge I'm gone in an instant
Cavendish Road, they're waiting for me
So I stuffed the weed right under the seat
Decamp, decamp and we are gone
They'll never catch me with a stab vest on
321 I'm an entertainer
Unique set of skills that make me paper
So now I'm on the dancefloor making moves
Busting a skank so watch my feet move

It's half five and we're dusting cops
It's half one and we're breaking locks
So we walk inside and we find the crops
So we start bagging up and we take the lot
The boys wait outside in a chorey car
I can hear footsteps and it's time to dart
Run outside, throw the bags in the boot
10 minutes later, cops in pursuit
And we're cruising, and we're cruising about
X5 up my arse and there is no doubt
That we're gonna get rammed if we don't think quick
So I put my foot down, we can't risk it
Now I'm on a field and I'm sliding about
I can hear the police, the sirens ring loud
Throw out the tools, no evidence
So I hopped the fence into a random residence