[Intro]
Ghosty
Gyal said I'm rude and I've got no manners
But can't get enough of the style and pattern
My man's updatin' the tool box
Man link big man for the newest hammers
Mob t'ru, why's everyone frownin'?
On my YG, don't doubt him
No bitchin', he's itchin' to sound it
Leave victims, any surroundin'

[Verse]
One time I tried do it on the mainers
Brainless civillian, could've been a plainers (Ohh)
Before I enquired about sticks
Had to do public ones with the stainless (True)
This year I'm only acceptin' tenners
Next year, twenty notes gettin' outdated
Bein' broke on the block's just aimless
But so is puttin' five on trainers
But man still dash a five on trainers
For when I wanna sauce on special occasions (Fuck it)
Then shubeen Manchester, man's ravin'
Mad man, man could roll up there naked (Loose)
Send up that girl on the train with a stick
'Cah drivin' on the M-way's flamin' (Yeah)
Then back to Brum to man's racin'
'Cah F West Brom, go past the Hawthorns stadium (Neaw)
And I'm still doin' OT trips
I beg you check the time from Galton Bridge Station (Haha)
F and my old ting's racist
'Cah she found out my new ting's— (Ohh)
That's a one persuasion
Man don't do online gamin'
Man still hit the strip with leng caucasian
Flamin'
Had to hide from Miss Horton
'Cah she said sliders are not allowed out (Dumb bitch)
Go anywhere 'round North West
'Cah North Brum's my side of town (Uhm-hmm)
Got a link in Kings Norton
So I gotta take a quick trip 'round South
So, that's one new ding-dong
And a Super's for under a thou' (Neaw)
Then it's back to the borders
Five orders of Charlie and brown
And tell the gyaldem don't chill 'pon corners
'Cah any small ting can get lick down (Listen)
Them man had a poor performance
If I was their boss, I would've felt let down (Fuckin' hell)
Had to run down a yute and I ran out of breath so quickly
Usain wouldn't be happy
If I straight drop, I need more oil
Or like my lighty I drawed off Snappy (Haha)
Woi-yoi, shub after Maddie (Maddie)
Posted white rum and a one-two Maggy (Maggy)
Seen man in vids that ain't done a thing
And they're wearin' ballies (Huh?)
That don't make sense like Jamaican grannies (Lock it arff)
One opp, five down on a Super's
I said, "Bro, that's all confusin'"
We took a blenders, don't think man's cruisin'
Reverse and don't go head first, that's stupid
ST socks so man ridin' cougars
Window down man, them boy there losin'
Drop the box, double clutch, lose him
Back to the block, phone on, link Susan
That's a hour loss, ten sales I'm losin'
I'm on the train with my phone on vibrate
'Cah all this ringin' out loud is a nuisance
Them man can't chill on the high road
Tried my bredrin, now the beef's on live-O (Yeah)
Do it in a tinted Jeep
Back then, would've been a motorcycle
Can't lie, man had to dash from rivals
But I was back same day with my tool
Now gyal wan' show interest
Like I weren't grabbin' up breast in high school (Huh)
Top button undone, shank in my backpack
Two years later, shotgun in a hatchback
Now everyone thinks that they're Mad Max
'Til Mad Max pulls up and starts— (Bow)
In and I'm out
Meanwhile, man are chasin' clout
Mans been had spots up north
Mans been had bands down south
Yard man said, "If we can't find him"
"Man ah just kweff man's spouse"
I don't know, civil's don't count
But fuck it, man still shub it in crowds
Woi-yoi