[Intro]
Yo
RV, Headie One
Starish Ent, OFB, free the mandem
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Bkay on the beat
Drillers & Trappers out now
The One mixtape coming soon, Cruddy On The Streets 2 coming soon
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[Verse 1: Headie One]
I see them man dasheen
Cah they always been talkers, see me in the flesh, it's always been waters
They come like the boy there Ashley
I keep the skeng close like Roadman Shaq and Asnee
Come like I'm on the lurk for a boy band, the way that I search for them boys on the backstreet
And what the fuck's rap, when I'm still live in the T
Just last night I had to flush that pack, now that's somewhere in the sea
I rip my 23's, rudeboy I can tell you 'bout doors and hinges
CPS tryna get papers printed and still I NFA on these bitches
OFB, all of this work on the T, my trap game on fleek
Cah I know that this beef ain't cheap
Them man said they're on me, them man lie too much
I put designer on bae-bae's feet, and I don't even like them on mine, too tough
Interview room stay silent, new skeng needs a silencer
I fell in love with the silent stuff
I can't mix pleasure with business, sorry hun
Big 4 we ain't leaving no stitches, get him from close or distance
[Verse 2: RV]
Slap man in the head or torso
Jump out the ride, we're still moving, gotta do it like Grand Theft Auto
Tuggzy and Headz my bang bros, and I ain't talking about pornos
I was out there with gloves and a mask when I should've been wearing my school clothes
All straight cash, no sort code
Go park and test this chrome
Still throw up F's and O's
Them pricks ride out on snap, in my hood phone gets left at home
They ain't on at all, I don't know why they think they're bad
Shh curled up in a ball, so I had to ching mans back
On the opp block in Kervans, eating or takeaway
Catch man tryna take his bae, that shit there will make my day
Gun sounds like 808s, put him on a box like David Haye
You can hold this corn like a man, if not then you're taking chase
They run from me and they run their lips, opps ain't bad, they stunt in vids
Tools on deck, we come equiped, sawn off cost five hundred quid
Chest shot, blow out your lungs and ribs
Mandem say I'm too violent, I just laugh 'cause I love this shit

[Verse 3: Headie One]
Lean and finesse this drilling
Or fly out the ride, fishing, I'm really tryna catch me a big one
Lil' bro done 14 days in the T, tryna up his income
Holding a skeng that I left my prints on
Done birds that I ain't tryna catch me a big one, drilling and trapping with wisdom
Nowadays I don't know who out here wanna do me, I'm feeling like Abraham Lincoln
Keep a Tre for the opps moving booky, you're real lucky if you catch me loosy
I could've been three years into this eight, now I'm three bites into the steak
90 on the M, gotta dodge these jakes, two on the Q, I might [?]
Middle finger to the judge, they done Brad dirty, that was unjust
Lil' bro doing up opp block, tryna catch a M-K-ThePlug
That's no income, no funds
Bro-bro just go there and do it for the gang, that's love
All I know is grub, got some TT [?], got to do it all up
OFB do the baitest bootings, the streets know it's all us
All of this violence and blood, interview room, stay silent it's a must
I been in the jailhouse too much, I'm tired of metal and cuffs
[Verse 4: RV]
I ain't got a point to prove or make
I really had skengs in the ride and I buss red lights tryna lose those Jakes
God strike me down if I'm lying
All this corn I've been flying, they add K but no one ain't dying
How many times have they got away, I'll soon get man down it's all timing
How many years I been riding, all this time they been hiding
On the opp block with Headie, me and my dawg like Peter and Brian
All these packs I been buying, Get Rich or Die Tryin'
Got six figures in savings, but keep it private like Ryan
Ayy, my black rambo that's my BM
Ayy, and I gotta keep it close, cah you know that the streets ain't safe
Ayy, drilling and trapping in my DNA
I don't know these youts from the Nine, but they make diss tracks like Meek and Drake
Freddy and Jason, you know that's me and H
Ayy, we're the reason that they leave their mates
Burst with my chrome, burn my clothes, can't leave no trace
I got a bag full of bells, that's new, the guns old like Theresa May

[Outro]
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