Part 1

[Verse]
Nutter, nutter
I already said Sup done left that cutter
Nuttin' ain't crisp like Tucker
When man get spread on the street like butter
Fucker, fucker, I'm still tryna make man suffer
I didn't come home for supper
Probably out tryna get that one up
Nuff man's skin got bun up
Where was you on my come up?
Sweet one, pum-pum tun up
On the jugg from night 'till sun-up
She wants my notes on the Mable ting
But she could never be my lover
I won't call JB my mate
Cah that n***a there my blooda
I got all the GBG's and they got my back like Yarda Dadas
Anyting opp get calashed, done, turned salad
We really ain't got no manners
Why you think that the opps can't stun us?
Roll with swords and fuck-off hammers
I don't care 'bout cameras
In the booth with Charlie, Charlie
Now everybody hates that Chris
I swear when bro says "Wallahi"
Suttin' defo gettin' fried like chips
Not a couple hundred pound or more, it's comin' in jibs
Those things ain't comin' in cribs
They're locked with someone governin' it
Gettin' shit jacked like Sparrow
Or, make that beat like M1
Bad b dishin' out nuttin' but scrum
Give me and my friend some
With a leng one
Coolin' off with a leng one
I was out late tryna dish those packs
I really didn't care if the feds
I took enough trips like Mr. Bean
And let that spray like Mr. Sheen
I forgot to call her back
Now I got the sweet one pissed with me
I ain't got time to waste, no time
I'm just tryna make history
Literally this new hand ting's got the sickest beam
Lurk 'round, don't see no one
Pull up in your door like Trick or Treat
I done it before, still do that now
I'm really tryna rip that tee, shirt
Pullin' up, first
Ay, ay who's that yute? Reverse
[Interlude: Charlie]
M24 in the building!

Part 2

Drilled and failed
Dem man drilled and failed
Best think before drillin' on us
Cah you might get peeled as well
Handled the clutch with skill
Did the same with drills as well
The skin got peeled as well
We never turned duss but he spilled as well
Got twinnin' like Zack and Cody
Rambos still get drilled as well
Five in the group like Jackson Five
Come fleek, now it's filled with bells
Long one, rusty 12
The small one sittin' on the side of my pelv'
I ain't really got time for girls
But I ran thru' nuff' now suttin' got shelled
Shell it, shell it, 300 now man rev it, rev it
Seen a lot of man leg it, leg it
This beef? Nah, can't dead it, dead it
Kweng it, kweng it
Cheff it, cheff it
Dem man haffi respec' it
The GBG's winnin', yes I said it
Naughty 40, dirty 30
Man get done for mouth
On the block all day like a low life
They don't come around
They changed their route, they snapped me in Brixton
They ain't comin' town
The whole of the guys take different
GB's pull up, it's goin' down
The scoreboard got misconstrued
How are they fuckin' winnin'?
We had two in the famous Puegot
That's the real definition of twinnin'
If only they know the risk I took
I was definitely out 'ere chingin'
I got bag for a couple of dem
Cah they were definitely out 'ere singin'
I step with the GB's, I don't step with no one else
Two hammers up, it's about to be a bumpy ride I ain't talkin' stove
End man's health, and his sword as well
Me, I got badders for days
But I ain't got time for girls
Jakes on me, oh well
They want me on the wing like Gareth Bale
I really don't know what happened
That day I was with my girl
Put me to the test, no, I won't fail
Free my bros out the fuckin' jail
I done it with grips and slaps as well
Part 3

[Intro]
Ay, come on
Shout out the GBG's man
Come on man
Ay, look
Ay, look

[Verse]
I can't name a lot of man that go harder than man
Drillin' and trappin' weren't part of the plan
Half my n***as on road, the other half in the can
Tryna stay focused before I clart up a man
Music's goin' mad
I got fans and my pockets lookin' fat
I got grinds, I ain't just a little hoodrat
I got plans, his wig got pushed back
Oh damn, I was in 'Dam, even there I had it
Hella things around man, no go-go gadget
Bro-bro grab it and let that pop
Me, I'm the real definition of a savage
Humble and preserved, I don't talk too much
The opps stay lyin' in chalk to much
Can't stand a bad b, they stalk too much
You're a good yute, I know you, stop talkin' tough
Mum's got four, I'm the rebellious one
Sweet one sayin' "why you so rebellious hun?"
Love all my bruddas, that's genuine love
I deffo made the killin' off pebblin' grub
I was upsuh, so much spots
Dirty sulfurs gettin' so much spots
A 9 in pebs, that's so much rocks
I was really doin' trap, I know about gwop
I don't know 'bout stop, I ain't hearin' that
I know dem fake jewels, I ain't wearin' that
Who's this bad one starin' at?
I think she wants a piece of me but I ain't tearin' that
The GBG's really get back guys
Tryna take my respect, so I got back mine
--- on the leg for this rusty .9
Ay