[Intro: Konan, Krept]
Konan
Don' know, Krept
Play Dirty
Tsunami, go get that
SB, Warm Up
@KonanPlayDirty1, @KreptPlayDirty
Big up A Dot, don' know
Team Play Dirty
Listen, off the dome

[Verse 1: Konan]
Round here's eye for eye
You could be seven up but I ain't leaving five alive
I'll take it back to '95
Leave you in a old school garage, yeah revenge is sweet but that's twice as nice
How can I sleep when I've never been the type to lie?
Even out the pen, still never been that type of guy
I ain't got a G-Shock but I'll leave a guy surprised
When I take his watch, I'll wonder how I find the time
Yeah, I know they love it when I talk bout'
Big sticks but I'm tryna branch out
But disrespect's something that I can't lowe
You'll see me and leg it home, 'cause they don't want no arms house
They don't wanna step into my jungle
'Cause they know its mad here, Rapunzel
How can you let some girl sit your face, when even when my auntie knows that's uncool
All it takes is one call
As soon as I end this call
I'll be back in the bag with my friend's pistol
Tryna ball, usually ends in court
Trap life, A-class didn't end in school
And I play dirty so I'm bending rules
Clutching the stick like my engine stalled
Walk with the tool 'cause my temper's short
Get it, tall cause my temper's short
Yeah, like I don't give a monkeys
But, why front? I ain't tryna see no undies
I know everybody's out here hungry
But if you want my cheese you better bun me
Food for them junkies
But this food ain't got no calories
Had the fiends phoning for that bizzle, no Alan B
I've had a bag of beef
So if shit goes tits up, you know I got a nuts magazine
Listen, gimme any beat, I'll dismantle it
Bitches on my knob and these haters can't handle it
Trying to escape feds while I'm tryna make bread
I'm Muslim so I don't put no pork in my sandwiches
Wifey, you know I ain't looking at
But I'm a cat for the pussy, pussy cat
I phone, get her to my crib, then I mac
Now I'm getting Facetime in my pad
So fuck a wifey 'cause you know that they never last
She got her jugs out, and I'ma get a glass
Impatient when I'm in the station, 'cause I've got hay-fever so I never grass
So you can run for police, jump out and tell Big Man "Run me the P's"
Kinda things I do usually 'cause I don't go uni, but I'm still a hundred degrees
And round here, you can go at any time
Still can't believe my brother Femz' got a 25
And I wish I was telling lies
But round here ain't a surprise when a bredda dies
Real recognise real, you better recognise
Father's Day today, people asking what I'm getting mine
Then I start thinking about my dad, and try and hold back the tears but even the weather cries
Killer
Yeah, don' know

[Verse 2: Krept]
Yeah, listen, yo
A hot chick said jump in the Corsa
So I got right in, I'm a author
She wanna marry me but I'm out of order
So when she asked for a ring, I called her
And I don't bell you so don't bell me
Bank balance, healthy
Got bare kicks, kung fu
I got a black belt in LV
Can't feel the ground when I walk cuz
Cah my swagger is flawless
Woolly jumper cost a fortune
I shut it down 'cause they know what the wool worth
Heard me on the iPod so she wanna touch
Gave her my middle finger now she wanna fuck
Got her own car, but now she want a bus'
I dont bow, nah, even when she got it up, uh!
I killed the pussy, get the coroner
Left the pussy in a state, Florida!
Ey, wait if you want it bruh
You'll have arms round you like you want a hug
My swag's cold, why you think she wanna chill?
She coming for her fix, why you think she wanna drill?
Get it, ain't a dumb motherfucker, even if I fuck a blonde MILF
You've never been a trapstar, and never will
You're only trapped now 'cause she wasn't on the pill
Ya broke kids don't see Lizzy
Your dough thin, Free Willy
And don't sleep on me
Bare shit rappers, I don't mean Huggies
I'm where they wanna be, chilling with the honies
With no legs, I'd still have monies
Get your girl today like the weekend
Messaging her private, I'm a DM
Some rappers are ite, the others are shite
Not even Chipmunk wanna see 'em
More bills than Ian
So much swag, I can make an order start preeing
Talking like you've got a rough squad, 'til I pull it out they turn strider and start fleeing
Stop pulling out your rebores
That's how your biscuit jam, BN
Bien, bien, when I'm speaking
I'm upfront so these n***as wanna defend
Got a hot lightie, you wanna see her
Even Kalidas wanna pree her
Yeah, can't help but stare
When a pretty girl pass like Aaliyah
Got 'nough clothes I swear
Ask Strongbow I got bare
Ask girls if they wanna get down over here
Yeah, bare wood, Ikea
Put more money on my card again
Swipe, swipe, more cardigans
Gotta take a dagger, just in case I pass her, passa, I ain't talking about the yardie dem
You don't want a corn like you know Sued
Not Suwo, but the Otrey
And if a headshot catch a pagan
Hat in the air like you're graduating
He's a whack rapper, I don't rate him
Couldn't think of half my 16 so he's hating
Get it, 8, I go in dawg
I go inwards like I'm in injured
I'm taking the mick, Foley
Why you think a lot of breddas wanna toast me
I got your girl ripping off my Dolce
Fingers - I got two in her, like I'm nosey
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