[Verse 1: Ghetts & Tinchy Stryder]
G-H, I've been around from way back
Grime veteran, I'm better than
Anybody n****s wanna name, I'll aim my flame at
Brainiac when it comes to the bars
Free Titch and Maniac, let me dun the dance
Like back when Mark [?] was doing tape packs
You weren't around then
Before Strydes had an album
Back when I said "Tings in Boots"
Under the seats? Nah, tings in boots
End wars quick, got tings in boots
So don't try a ting, we've got our tings in boots, blud
And a reload was the outcome
Back when you couldn't have an ego without one
Nowadays I'm Nino, I'm 'bout funds
Round one
Fuck these new-school one-timеrs
Old-school veteran Sidewindеrs
Headline n****s, they highlight us
Been fucking up raves with the one-liners
I go hard, never find me relaxing
Counteraction all down to reaction
Way before Logan Sama was in action
Yo, Ghetts, remember Raw Mission?
Yeah, I roll deep in the ringer, fuck it
Got no keys for the Bimmer, fuck it
20-inch steering wheel spinner, fuck it
Went out with a minger, fuck it
Fisherman hat, bucket
We can get old school like "don't chuck it"
They're broke, no money in the bank
Strydes, I've got more money in my pocket
[Chorus: Ghetts & Tinchy Stryder]
Where was you when the beef kicked off?
Trigger-happy n****s are letting it rinse off
Yo, let me see the gun fingers
Don't stop popping off gun fingers
Where was you when the beef kicked off?
Trigger-happy n****s are letting it rinse off
Yo, let me see the gun fingers
Don't stop popping off gun fingers

[Verse 2: Ghetts & Tinchy Stryder]
It's G-H and I'm getting 'em hyper
Get dirty like your baby diaper
Who deh pon the riddim? The lyrical sniper
All badboy dem fi flash your lighter
Yo, lyrical tank
Box an MC like my name was Frank
Going on dirty, going on stank
Rob an MC like Barclay's bank
Stryderman, watch how I dark a man
No attention seeker, man
You can't see me, fam
Keep it ninja, man, keep it ninja, man
My mind works like my nine works
Load it up, I spit real fireworks
And I'm not ashamed that I came from the dirt
And I'm not ashamed I was raised in the church
Just come outta HMP so me back here
'Nuff gyal dem ah say me look stockier
True, my style dem ah talk to ya
And you know seh me have 'em on lock here
You don't wanna bring armshouse
I'll bring armshouse to your mum's house
And you don't wanna bring no beef
Bring some beef, you lose some teeth, come again
When mi come, weed haffi bun
Place haffi bun, mic haffi bun
We buss mic from morning 'til sun
And if a soundboy test, get bun
It's K-A on the mic, now you should N-O
I'm a boss, wearing Hugo
When Kano comes then you go
'Cause you know
Lyrical lord
Run up on a rave, shield and sword
Man chat shit, they're due fi get bored
Floored, hit him with a bat, break your spinal cord
You're a wally
You ain't got a thugged-out bone in your body
You ain't jacked nobody, slapped nobody
Nah, boy, you ain't really kidnapped nobody
[Chorus: Ghetts & Tinchy Stryder]
Where was you when the beef kicked off?
Trigger-happy n****s are letting it rinse off
Yo, let me see the gun fingers
Don't stop popping off gun fingers
Where was you when the beef kicked off?
Trigger-happy n****s are letting it rinse off
Yo, let me see the gun fingers
Don't stop popping off gun fingers