[Intro: Sleeks]
Section all the time
It should be my name

[Verse 1: Sleeks]
Trapstar, trap trap
Get a pack gone
Late nights in them alleyways where them rats are
Them actors need a BAFTA
T house where them cats are
Bang bang from a black car then we dash off
Ziplock full of flavors
Tracksuit full of paper
In and out of them flat doors
Fuck the nosey neighbours
10 toes in my trainers
Doin road, I done acres
Man know, fuck the police
And this gunshot for a paigon

[Verse 2: Swift]
Boy turned star
Gyal gimme ugh
Manaman just done Berlin, shutdown France
Peng peng gyal in a German
Tell her get out the car
Man's half Jamaican, tell her come to the yard
If he's kind of a paigon
Box him make him ball
Man's foldin papers
I put coins in jars
All my nosey neighbours wan' know who's in the yard
I heard you fuckin with paigons hmmm, calm


[Verse 3: Inch]
Wah, first off sunshine ah beat
Wickedman ting when I step on street
Southside ting man she stays pon fleek
I murder if you touch that beat
You unheard of, stop trap on beat
That gyal curve off and her back's mad peak
Them man swerve us when the goonsdem ah creep
Them man nerdy, they don't want real beef

[Hook: Sleeks]
Fuck the nosey neighbours
Can't tell me 'bout road cause I been on it like trainers
I don't like strangers
Bang bang for a paigon
All these late nights tryna trap rap for the paper
Trap rap for the paper
Fuck the nosey neighbours
Can't tell me 'bout road cause I been on it like trainers
I don't like strangers
Bang bang for a paigon
All these late nights tryna trap rap for the paper
Trap rap for the paper

[Verse 4: Deepee]
Boom, my bangers them bang
And my gang member them gang
Got gang in the small room
Smokin on clouds that are thick like wool
Boy better watch who you talk to
2 2 business come and see dubs
That's a man you should talk to
If you're wearin your watch bring your torch too
Cause your bredrins cool
Everything's cool
But likkle man ah get torn too
Need different bands in my hand
I'm slim on grams I need more food
Who's the man I should talk to
Man's soon forward with the chargey dem
And spray upon all of unnu
Make the pack disappear like Juju
[?] and backshot for your boo boo

[Verse 5: Littlez]
Them man so nerdy
Move nervous, not certi
Need Oscars, they actors
Act street but they sweet like Hershey's
In my trainers, they're dirty
Paigons get smoked like Percy
Fill the paper, done journeys
Trap in a tracksuit, man's worky
Rise up, instant
Swervey, in a ding-dong
Turned Houdini, get a brick gone
Young guns in a field like Frimpong
Trapstar, lifestyle
Step in, leave your bitch, gone
Smokin like I ain't got lungs
Eyedem like I'm from Hong Kong

[Verse 6: Knine]
Everybody twistin up joints
We be up in the studio makin up noise
Cars in the M-way, it's a convoy
Used to run round with some long toys
Man don't care 'bout no next boys
Pack in and then it's straight off
Step in, it's like we're takin off
I need bands stuffed and all my pockets up
Outlaws like The Wild Bunch
Out there on some wild stuff
Finessin they can't style us
Hunchos I need them pilin up
Hit the show and then we're shellin off
Hit O, get them readies up
Oh no them boyz up to suttin
Long nose on the 40 suttin

[Hook: Sleeks]
Fuck the nosey neighbours
Can't tell me 'bout road cause I been on it like trainers
I don't like strangers
Bang bang for a paigon
All these late nights tryna trap rap for the paper
Trap rap for the paper
Fuck the nosey neighbours
Can't tell me 'bout road cause I been on it like trainers
I don't like strangers
Bang bang for a paigon
All these late nights tryna trap rap for the paper
Trap rap for the paper