[Intro: DBoy & Smokeyy]
Seven
Come on
Fuck the opps
Ay
West Mids, done know

[Part 1: DBoy]
Might take a trip to the high street
Lemme go through HS as well
Go up the A4 turn left at Felts
Remember we used to lick man wit' bells
Or I'll hop out the Bush no W12
Tryna crash this corn now it's my mans world
This loud pack came in stinking
I'm falling in love with the way it smells
Man bill up a big fat zegs
Then phone up H like who's got Skels?
Or me Lil Kizzy, get busy on the sixes chilly, yeah we raising hell
Whiz up on a big boy bike
That's a 700 fuck a 125
'Nuff times that they've talked 'bout glides
When us man pull up the boy there hide
Shh and shh got bored but shh is lucky that he never got fried
And none of them come to the I and if they told you that they do that's lies
I was taking risks on a paigon strip
That's the risk I'll take
Got a bruck back in the rucksack
You don't wanna hear the sound that this shotgun makes
It's funny how there man get done up
The next day I'm getting ducked down by jakes
It's funny how there man get done up
The next day I'm getting ducked down by jakes (Listen)
It's bait this trips all bait it's flames
I'll get 'round any estate and let that crash broad day then bake

[Part 2: Smokeyy]
Ay, ay, I heard you wanna crash on us so we crash right back in tinted whips
You don't wanna see me and DBoy on a 12 whiz on Twickenham bridge with that loaded stick
Jus' tryna crash corn at my mans wig
Fuck them opps they ain't on piss
Like you don't wanna see me vexed or high
I rev my Bev let's go on a glide
That was me FP Oakhill and now I'm screaming free all the guys (Ay)
I remember that day I got caught on a lack
I made that dash but I came right back
You can ask TS when I lurked 'round flats
Ask TS when I wetted up backs

[Part 3: DBoy]
I might just link TY for the nine
And the jakes got man for intent to supply
Now I'm bared paranoid when I'm out in the I
And I can't stay far from a rambo knife
Can't grab on the dough so I'm filling up nines
So I'm filling up nines
Yeah, man's got bad habits
See a opp man back it, slap it, throw it back in my jacket
Make him vanish that's magic
Shit then fuck man tell me who's active
You don't want no smoke
Nah, nah you don't want no smoke
I'll tell you right now that there whole damn blocks asthmatic
Woah
Just phoned up bro for the reload
Now I'm in the bando whipping up Yola
Mix that shit wit' the baking soda
I did it for the dough like Homer
Throw sevens up no soda
Man just seen jakes in the Skoda
Ten toes down filled put away my soaker
Why oh why men won't this end?
Like the eight said no nine or ten
Man slide with skengs
Caught my man with his bredrins
Then he left him guess they ain't really friends
Still step outside with the thing
Jump out wit' the longest ching