[Intro]
Traphouse Mob
This is a Melo beat

[Verse 1: K1]
A man's on him like older
Splash man down, couldn't care if he's older
Hold up, how many times you been soaked up?
Beat it like Alesha, I'll itch him up closer
About you're onto the gang
Blockboy Temz, go do some yoga
Hold up, start the 'ped, don't go slower
Aim for your chest, can't go no lower
And they ride with phones
It's all for show and tell
I scream "Fuck the 3x3's"
ZT, I'm sending you straight to hell
Bunch of bitches, stupid girls
N***as are rotting away as well
Bunch of bitches, stupid girls
Dippz kept running and screaming "Help"
Oh-oh-oh well, what a shame
Camz got bored in his face
Lampz, Lampz got put in his place
Six feet under is where he lays
And I didn't see no one at Tops
Man I should've took it to the Village Estate
Respect my gangster, what's Green Lane?
So wait, Obiz got banged in his face?
Fuck the verbal, fuck the fame
N22 is fucking lame
K1's getting dished on ends
Y.Dot, are you sure you can handle it, mate?
I don't want sex, I just want face
Slap that corn, let's see them race
I don't want sex, I just want face
She came to do all three of my mates
See rambos and they leave each other
Back my ramz, watch my man stutter
I'm anti-green, so I do up the 9 with me and my brothers
Hop that fence
Hand on your heart, so you couldn't get drenched
I put blades in necks
Tell her get on her knees, 'cah she can't get sex

[Verse 2: Lil'S15]
I dun' said I ain't from Homerton
And these yutes can't fuck with the tug
If I get round the 2's with a loaded gun
They'll think of Lampz on the round' and run
And Risky's jaw got spun
Cameron Camz already got rubbed
If I get started in the 2's
I'll have mumzys crying regretting their son's
I'll have opp boys regretting their actions
'Cah when they see me
They're running in the shop
Like their name was Gatlin, Gatlin
Blockboy Temz, you're a fat shit, fat shit
Stop making tunes and stop acting
K1 and Mello, that's what you call a fat spliff
Aye, that's, that's what you call a fat spliff
Ain't seen Drimz in a while, stop capping
Switching sides, 'cah you know you can't hack it
N15 just pull up and clap it
Dust man down, it's please don't panic
It was me in my North Face jacket
Flicky too, that causes damage
Or it's the kick, that one is a hazard
That one is a hazard
My big bro's out on the block, he'll bang it
Free Shambo, thats my n***a no capping
Got corn if you think you can hack it
Lampa, Lampa, that shit's still banging
Aye, Lampa, Lampa, that shit's still banging
Got corn if you think you can hack it
Lampa, Lampa, that shit's still banging
[Verse 3: K1]
I've been spitting the truth like Latts
And when I talk about big bits
No, I ain't talking about Mello or Lampz
K1 is the loudest dank
Lil' Shamz, spilling juice like Dabz
Tapz just swings his shank like Latts
Creepz in the back and he just want bang
Do it like B when I swing ba-bats
And I don't do F like FILA
If there's no one in the 2
I get round the 4 tryna do it like Creepa
Lil' man just rise and creep up
Talking from your chest, lil' man just speak up
15 step bad gyal, just ease up
Ease up
Fish out your chest, get beat up
Or I beat like Alesha