[Verse 1: Monkey]
Kwe, kwengings
4-door man step with members
Can't ride with no pretenders
'Cause I ain't tryna be locked up in Her Majesty, young offenders
They got Jango locked up for the third time
Just watching some EastEnders
When A-team step
That's S-A-D
Trust me, you ain't gonna leave the scene
Tryna touch head, back, shoulders, knees and toes
And watch man lean
Hammers for days, hammers for days
Why you think bro fell in love with machine?
Why you think bro fell in love with the trap?
Rolls and the Royce in Dubai with trap
Meanwhile, I'm on the M-way doin' up maps
Juggin' juggin' be a hobby
All I wanted was a stack
More money, more money
Since I hit a lick, I ain't ever looked back
My young juvy' doin' drills
On the opp block with a bat, dressed in black
Gang

[Verse 2: Kwengface]
I just went Selfridges, and I just spent me a 1-2 jib
Had the guards on the following ting
So I just brought out the 1-2 jib
Just made racks off Tour De Opp
Still on the curb tryna make that flip
Flip then dip, twist n shit
Do it once more then a man just skip
Man can't say I don't slap that ting
I can name a few times that I let that rip
Yo, how can I beef these kids when they ain't got heart and they ain't on shit
Zone 2 step, man done it with Trizz
This time last year with Varnz and [?]
Shh shh when shh got chinged
Got a 4's in the ride and a baby ting
You already know how the chit-chat goes
Lean out the ride and let that go
Let it off 2 times, tryna see man ghost
Ain't stepped on the set, tryna see that dough
Do it in ends, do it in O
Man can't fuck with my Ps and O
2-2 step with the Drizzy flow
How you still rap when your boy got ghost?
[Verse 3: Karma]
I love ridin', ridin'
Man, I really love steppin' (Ridin')
Pull up on any opp-block
Can't stop for a cop, I got offensive weapons
Psycho boy, I'm from Zone 2, Peckham (Peckham)
The other day I sold my ramzy cuz suttin got splashed and left stains on my ramzy (Splash)
I miss that one 'cause it came in handy (Always)
Jook a mans heart out of his chest
Sauce, that's saucy, nuttin' ain't fancy (Ching)
I really got the sauce like fashion, splashing
Pull up on your block, get patterned (Splash)
This is real life, no we ain't just rappin'
We all ride, no we ain't just trappin'
Bro in the ride tryna aim and bang it
Kweng try slap at a face but damn it
He woulda been dead but the ting weren't bangin'
Note to self: right now, get this money
Fuck these honeys, don't worry 'bout girls
I put one point eight on scales, two zero point nines for the clientele
I was pissed when bro went jail
For the same damn ting when we got bailed (Pissed)