[Intro]
(Stack it)

[Verse 1]
Little bro said smash the booth, the streets already locked
Too late to pull it back now, the beats already dropped
My shooters posted up on Nell Lane with their semi cocked
Sweets on sweets, brudda don't get *****
Splashin' out on water like a fat kid did a belly flop
Got baby movers in the team, you can get your Prezi popped
Comin' through with fire like Sheffield in a berry crop
The chete's never far, you don't wanna get belly chopped
Was doin' it for Migz, little T already had racks
On 24's, nightshiftin' with thеm mad packs
Dry cookin' coke, got the water doin' abstracts
Dirеct or landed, I'm comin' with them fast tracks
That's double vac packed for them Cali kids
Got big key shottin' off to fans, just smashin' quids
Tyler's in the club pissed up, straight dashin' kids
Bobby's doin' extra years, he's on the wing slashin' kids
Hold your head, I know its long on the block
Good coke in the pot, takes longer to lock
The new tings got rubber and holes like a Croc
Fuck the judge, my right hands got domed in the dock
All my shotters and robbers doin' bird in the wock
Brown and white g packs in the sock
Got a brand new Glock, no .30, its a stock
Got birds flyin' rounds in the ends, you can call it a flock
[Chorus]
Doin' it for M, already had hundreds of racks
Ask your main shot about junior
Mums life, already had hundreds of cats
Bummy days, no door on my bedroom
Wrappin' up hundreds of wraps
Four and half 9 bars, half a box
And a box lockin' up straight under the taps

[Verse 2]
Double up, double up
Got cream lockin' up in the sink
The phone was ringin' so much I couldn't even get time for a food or a drink
Baggin' 9 bars into 0.2's, get it gone in a blink
Still in this Nike Tech Fleece even though I could buy me a mink
Got [?] bitcoin links up in San Francisco, call it mob ties with a chink
My Pakistan plug went from the Dam to Dubai, shout out my link
Still in this Nike Tech Fleece even though I could buy me a mink

[Chorus x2]
Doin' it for M, already had hundreds of racks
Ask your main shot about junior
Mums life, already had hundreds of cats
Bummy days, no door on my bedroom
Wrappin' up hundreds of wraps
Four and half 9 bars, half a box
And a box lockin' up straight under the taps