Part 1
[Intro: Charlie Sloth, Michael Buffer & Kwengface]
You know what time it is when you hear this right?
Let's get ready to rumble
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Let's get 'em bro
Round one, let's go
Look
[Verse 1]
Know me, tryna get rich akh, so I'm out 'ere, tryna misch mash
I get paid off streaming, I get paid off the Kit Kats
Bro-bro flip that, dip that, aim for his boat, man sink that
When a man lurk on your block, I'm pulling on tings like "yo, where the pricks at?"
Lost bread so I took back bread, now they call me the bagdat
Pull up in a stolen truck, would've thought it was mum pulling up in that Qashqai
Gyal said that a mans getting older, she said "when you gonna act right?"
I said that I don't even know 'cause the food, haffi' flip and the opps need to flatline
If you see us man in the cut, you run out of luck like you just seen a magpie
What you know about riding 'nuff, I rid so much that I killed off my trapline
But I'm back in full effect, grab them bags, grab them Z's, no chill, man do it again
Yo, I could talk about these yutes all day but I ain't tryna waste my breath
Cah all you're gonna hear is, he got chinged and he got shot and cheffed
And okay, I hear that saying that you can't mix beef with bread
But I'm 'bout to make some super bands and blow this all on skengs
Lost bread so I took back bread, ments, this trapboy life's intense
I just sold like a rousand rebs, huh, I ain't gotta send no texts
Now the D's on me for the drugs, no way can they get this hotline
True say that they got that one time, told them "swear on my life it's not mine"
See bro in a buss down ting, German whizz, told him I soon cop mine
And I trust in broski's whip, no bicarb and the ting just locks right
I'm in OT serving shots, man's feeling like Q2T
I just see Jakes at the bando so I might off my phone for the eve'
Yo, she thinks she's nice for the inches, off that wig and weave
When a mans low on P's, mans gotta rise that bread like yeast
I been stuck in a trap for weeks, it's peak, ain't seen none of my G's
Long time a mans seen Skully, been a long time that a mans seen Squeeze
Yo
Oi
Part 2
[Intro: Charlie Sloth & Kwengface]
I see you Kwengface, I see you my guy
Come on, you know how it gets
I see you mate, wow
You ain't come to mess about tonight, that's for sure
Not at all bro
Brigades
Know how it gets man
Let's go in bro
Come on man, free the guys
Final lap my guy
Rah, it's BKay
Look
[Chorus]
I tell bae-bae, like "please don't stress me"
How many times have we lurked and a man got dipped in his tee like Tetley?
OT, serving that grub, pass your lug 'cause a man needs plenty
Peng ting on your boy, Canada Goose and her makeup's Fenty
[Verse 1]
Look, they say that smoke cause heart attack
If I make mans white tee red, stressed, know as an Art Attack
If I take mans grub, mans gone in the mist, you know you can't call us back
Peng browning from 'suh, all on man and her arse is fat
Yo, man see Jakes, I parked that whip, hopped out then I parked that pack
My bro's on bail for a stick, I pray that they don't call him back
My phone went mad when I touched down, so I brought a next quarter back
If you're past 25 and you're still doing gang, you're known as a artefact
Gyally on me when I arch this back
Like true say, man'll get boom, true say, man'll get kwenged
I'm in OT serving leng, I just smashed out a rousand rebs
Put my ting in LV drip, she better just hold this skeng
Whip that work, whip that skeng on the M25 or the 4's in pebs
I was 17 tryna out these Z's, doing a Z a day on my ped
I was 17 when I bought me a dotty, dotty too long, had to get that cheffed
I was 18 when I slapped that led, I was 19 tryna smoke mans head
Now mans 20 tryna fill plenty, I thought I was rich when I stacked up 10
[Chorus]
I tell bae-bae, like "please don't stress me"
How many times have we lurked and a man got dipped in his tee like Tetley?
I'm in OT, serving that grub, pass your lug 'cause a man needs plenty
Peng ting on your boy, Canada Goose and her makeup's Fenty
[Verse 2]
Yo, back that 15, lengthy, man dip-dip like a man get cheffy
Leave 10 in your back like Messi, he tripped up and shit got messy
Nah G, man I ain't had brekky, only sit down just to count these reddies
And I don't know nuttin' 'bout labels, mans out 'ere smashing them Z'es
Yo, 4 and a half of me get chopped and the 2's of the AM get ghost
Stay binning them cones and I got Kit Kat's ringing my phone
And nah, this ain't no tic tac, roll up hit that, hit a man, ghost
Roll up, roll up, hit a man, ghost, mad man, really tryna hit a mans throat
On the M way doing up dash, hitting like 90 straight to the cash
2 rousand rebs on me, no way I can slug this pack
Yo, Shay's tryna talk 'bout rap but I'm tryna get a 9 off each out the trap
I just outed the last of my pack, now I'm in booth tryna make me a track
I remember like 014, no money and boot cut jeans
Now I just step in Harrods, like I want a size 8 in these
But I just wanna mash this bread, I just wanna make this P
But the opps tryna draw me out, how you gonna talk when your pockets on E?
How you gonna say that you splashed yourself?
How you gonna talk that lie when Kweng and P done splashed as well?
Fucking hell, free my guys in the fucking cell
[Outro: Charlie Sloth & Kwengface]
Come on, Kwengface
Fucking hell
Oi, welcome to the Champions League my guy
Come on, quickly bruv, light work out ere
You're in the big time my guy
Out 'ere
I think it's gonna be a fantastic year for you my G
Come on, normal, normal, normal
Oi, you know it's special when I start using words like fantastic
You know what I mean?
Yeah man
You went in bro (Yeah), my guy and that right there... that right there, is Fire (Fire) In The Booth
