[Intro]
(MKThePlug)

[Chorus]
Big bread, loaf man
Hitsquad, smoke man
Grit bricks, coke gang
Catch up with the program
Big bread, loaf man
Hitsquad, smoke man
Grit bricks, coke gang
Catch up with the program

[Verse 1]
They call me the loaf man
Any violations, man throw bread on it
This new brick just came TT with a German footballers head on it
Plus it's a new link
So you know I told little man that he's gotta bring that stick
I can see good signs already cos there's bare axle grease on the brick
You've gotta keep it raw for the hood lines
Everyone traps, there's 100 players
I'm sick of grabbing these tops in Corona
It's always comin' with a hundred layers
We've got these Manchester trap lines boomin'
We're the second largest out of the cities
This one came over by a half Oz, so I told bro pass it all out to the nitties
Hard work and dedication pays off
But there's certain methods to make them cats ring
Plugs should thank me
The amount of people I've motivated to start this trap ting
The way I've got skills in the kitchen
I could've been a master chef and wrote me a cook book
I like Debadging hypos, ding dongs
In it for the speeds, not in it for a good look
Put that pedal to the metal
Double clutchin' swervin' corners, tell a boy laters
People try tarnish my name when they lie on it
But them man are just jealous and haters
This could be you too
But are you ready to sacrifice your life to this raw packet?
I just gave [?] two bands in Harrods for this new oblique Dior jacket
[Chorus]
Big bread, loaf man
Hitsquad, smoke man
Grit bricks, coke gang
Catch up with the program
Big bread, loaf man
Hitsquad, smoke man
Grit bricks, coke gang
Catch up with the program

[Verse 2]
Can't use the same heat twice and my links locked up
So I had to link up with the bait Turks
I post straps in the states but not the UK
Them man mustn't know how the game works
Flows very unique, plus I've got mad beats
So the fans heads bop like Churchill
Put people on their feet and stuck to the code
And the street t's washed more white than Persil
Slap rubber bands on my stacks
And didn't waste doe, that's mumsys purse full
Cracked on and kept my head down in my own lane
So I'm steady winning race like a turtle
Feds tried to fuck with the movement
Put me in jail just as I got booked for the Wireless
You might catch me in the same clothes in my music vids
Cause' round ere we don't use stylists
But you know I'm winnin' that trial, not guilty all the way
T ain't got time for probation
N' I can never let a leng one hold my stick
Cause' she'll snitch with no hesitation
Man hunt, Tiggy it
Garden trottin', garden trottin'
Can't lie that was the fun days
Now we're croppin' and we're shottin' while the Five-O are plottin'
Never leave dough where your mum stays
I flex rolly's and buss downs like the east side
Fuck the chicken up man, reast in peace Snoop
I like tings that are lookin' all mad from the back just like a E53 Coupe
Hella hypos and poles in my section
So you know that's four pipes in a four pipe
My [?] the way I had to bring it back
Cause' food came two weak like a fortnight
[Chorus]
Big bread, loaf man
Hitsquad, smoke man
Grit bricks, coke gang
Catch up with the program
Big bread, loaf man
Hitsquad, smoke man
Grit bricks, coke gang
Catch up with the program