[Intro]
Creep up, ching chow, then move
If bro bro rev, I might lean and shoot
HARGO production
I don't know how we beef these yutes
Five months, put three of them yutes on the news
If ding-dong whip on the 1-2-5
If bro bro rev I might lean and shoot
Two got chinged and packed on the back
Bro done got shot by the main road

[Verse 1]
Ayo, somebody gimme the drop
I'm lurking for opps, but they all want to hide
Three postcodes, let me step and slide
And four opp blocks, at least one go die
Bro bro jump in the ride and drive
And the walls go 'round like the London eye
15 inch on my waist
At least if the ting don't slap then I'm shanking guys
Wagwan, wagwan, wagwan
Ay, somebody tell them
GG, don't test my temper
I put six in your back like Bender
And your friends take him out like Wenger, or Paddy McGuiness
Do it like my AG members
Got two down, one excellent finish
And put more in the A&E, but soon come turn THC
Had your friends on BBC
I jump out whips and they run from me
Shit their shit could be never be gangdem
Cah the mandem know its NLMB
Do it like Sus, put score on the shank
But don't slip, cah the shanking come free
Stand your ground and end on the road, cap
No capping, this is peek-a-boo
Who's on who, I'm on these yutes
No drive-bys, I jump out and shoot
One eye closed when I aim like Fetty
Gunpowder from my head to my shoes
Or rambos go in like butter
Do it like Haze to my Jordans Loubs
[Chorus]
I don't know how we beef these yutes
We got three and three plus two
Five months, put three of them yutes on the news
Creep up, ching chow, then move
Ding-dong whip on the 1-2-5
If bro bro rev, I might lean and shoot
Two got chinged and packed on the back
Bro done got shot on the main road too
I don't know how we beef these yutes
We got three and three plus two
Five months, put three of them yutes on the news
Creep up, ching chow, then move
Ding-dong whip on the 1-2-5
If bro bro rev, I might lean and shoot
Two got chinged and packed on the back
Bro done got shot on the main road too

[Verse 2]
Lurking around, can't find no one
Four paigan blocks, where the fuck are they at
Berlin cunts, but they still want chat
See us in the field and they ain't that bad
Bismillah and then load that dotty
Big tipper cuz these bells are fat
Leave him in the air like Jordans Gordan
And then cheff him with this fuck off shank
I might call this B Sharkeisha
The nitty K'OD when they took this bujj
They call for when they need my help
I'm a local hero, like Robin Hood
24s, flying them like Peter
I'm the captain of my Camden-Hood
Anywhere goes, wa-llāhi, I'm good
We're the reason the jareers are shook
Still get round with the tee on my face
Holy shanked on the opp boy sane
Put it in flesh then back on my waist
I don't cut shapes or dance in the rain
But ill still cut shapes on a paigans face
3.8 spinner on a young-boy, gun-boy
Burst then free all the heat like Quay
All for the image they tried to paint
Don't act bad, cah we know you ain't
Baremans blood got put on the pave
Why you wanna talk on the gang for the fame
Wanna be famous, how about front page?
Do it like Wesley, double the blade
Shank man up from his feet to his face
Round here, you don't stop when your hand feels tired
Keep splashing, till your hand goes lame
[Chorus]
I don't know how we beef these yutes
We got three and three plus two
Five months, put three of them yutes on the news
Creep up, ching chow, then move
Ding-dong whip on the 1-2-5
If bro bro rev, I might lean and shoot
Two got chinged and packed on the back
Bro done got shot on the main road too
I don't know how we beef these yutes
We got three and three plus two
Five months, put three of them yutes on the news
Creep up, ching chow, then move
Ding-dong whip on the 1-2-5
If bro bro rev, I might lean and shoot
Two got chinged and packed on the back
Bro done got shot on the main road too