[Intro: Tim Westwood]
Yo it's TimWestwoodTV back with the crib session, going in legendary with the bandits. 6 gang. NitoNB, AbzSav, WorkRate. Check out that Bandit EP baby thats heat lets get it

FREESTYLE ONE

[Chorus: NitoNB, AbzSav & WorkRate]
Bakin' off in a Greenford flat
Nothin' but packs, stacks, waps
How the fuck could I rate these twats?
They rap 'bout guns, they ain't let that slap
You talk badness, come and back your chat
We bang our mashes and swing our nanks
'Come and back your chat
We bang our mashes and swing our nanks
4 in the back and I'm strugglin to breathe
Lerk on a 1, 2, 3
4 rambos and we brought that heat
Beat tryna catch me a ghosty beat
Creep up ching you won't know its me
Don't claim that works better know its me
Try and turn man off when I open neeks
Then SP jigga when I roll with this tweed
Free Lil' L, mе and broski speak
We reminiscе drills in coded speech
Swing my Rambo or blow this heat
UB7 ain't worth these sweets
Man still do it how I done it in '016
Tryna catch me a Drayton neek
Reekz spoke up and exchanged his speech
When he got-got, I can't rate that neek
They call him "Drill", he ain't taped one scene
That block bangs for a vacant street
Ask these streets about my G's
All of us load up, aim and beat
[Chorus: Workrate]
Bakin' off in a Greenford flat
Nuttin' but packs, stacks, waps
How the fuck could I rate these twats?
They rap 'bout guns, they ain't let that slap
You talk badness, come and back your chat
We bang our mashes and swing our nanks
You talk badness, come and back your chat
We bang our mashes and swing our nanks

[Verse 2: NitoNB]
If you want proof, put proof in the pudding
Bet they won't say that, shot two of them
I done mashed me a work and we bully them
Do him up, went and shot two again
If you're wanted, I'm makin' a bullet bend
Vacant, if I see one, see 'em boogie then
In and out, then I might cut tru' again
Getaway, comin' like real life boogie men
LP got done like a Z, that's twenty-eight wounds in a man's young flesh
Triggz got bored and his right hand fled
See his friend run away, no, he didn't stand stead
Both of the twins got bored and drenched
Their big bro too and their cuz got fed
Crissy got blammed and bored, he's wet
JB got soaked and his dad did beg
I've seen 'em all run from dum-dums
I've seen 'em all dash, leave bitches behind
But you know that a bitch got gun-bucked
And they tried ride out to the hood but it flipped
'Cah they never knew bro had that gun tucked
Breezo got hit with the .9, ain't rid with a wap
Better get them funds up (Broke bitch)
[Chorus: Workrate]
Bakin' off in a Greenford flat
Nuttin' but packs, stacks, waps
How the fuck could I rate these twats?
They rap 'bout guns, they ain't let that slap
You talk badness, come and back your chat
We bang our mashes and swing our nanks
You talk badness, come and back your chat
We bang our mashes and swing our nanks

[Verse 3: AbzSav]
'Round here we don't do no capping
Slappings, back my nank and see bare man cuttin'
Buzzin', them man there buzzin'
Twenty-eight wounds, should've been in a benz
On my life, man, it don't make sense (No sense)
Skrr and skid in a vacant ends
And I'm down for the cause, so I'm ridin' again
Man know I'm slidin' again
Man can't sit on the fence
Why you think that Elmz got bored with them?
Breezo already got bunned
And he nearly got slapped again
I remember that time he was hidin' in block
And he didn't wanna come and meet my friends
S1 and his little bro got splashed
Could've been both so the stones of the lame
Shame, both got put in their place
AbzSav, man, I militant bop with the Rambo 'til I swing or ching
Or with the habad to confirm it's done
Or with the habad to confirm it's done
[Chorus: Workrate]
Bakin' off in a Greenford flat
Nuttin' but packs, stacks, waps
How the fuck could I rate these twats?
They rap 'bout guns, they ain't let that slap
You talk badness, come and back your chat
We bang our mashes and swing our nanks
You talk badness, come and back your chat
We bang our mashes and swing our nanks