[Intro]
Ghosty

[Verse 1: Y.CB]
Jump on bikes, rev it
Latex on, spot a paigon, cheff it
Rambo knife, wet him
Station trips, don't reply to the questions
They ain't scoring goals, just touching pedestrians
They don't ride in the 7
HMP, that's fights and letters
Free CB, that's waps or wetters
Tekkers banged when he slap that Wesson
Purge in the dark, we're late night terrors
Burst in sight, this beef gets peppered
Ten stab wounds when shh got severed
I chinged him good but bro did better
Mask on my face got me feeling like Slender
You don't wanna see me lose my temper
Bro got the heat, get fired like Wenger
Forest Gate where the opps don't enter
Why you think my bars get censored?
The truth, I'm nuttin' like these pretenders
Yanko striking, ching w defender
TT’s tapped, on my life he's messed up
Gets head lost when the opp boys jet off
Ketchup sauce when ***** got cheffed up
Screamed "G's up" 'cause he got sent off
[Chorus: Yanko]
Heard P90's seven foot
If I ching him down I'll make him midget
Caught shh tryna buy chicken
Ching him, ching him, ching him, ching him
Any of them I ching it
I love it when paigon juice is spilling
Them man ain't smoking on nuttin'
It's like them man don't know how to bill it
Heard P90's seven foot
If I ching him down I'll make him midget
Caught shh tryna buy chicken
Ching him, ching him, ching him, ching him
Any of them I ching it
I love it when paigon juice is spilling
Them man ain't smoking on nuttin'
It's like them man don't know how to bill it

[Verse 2: Yanko]
Skeng gon' beat like Mia Khalifa
Start riding, just stop all the talkin'
Twenty eight crucial borings
Now he's looking like Stephen Hawking
Choppin' up TT laser
And the beige look like Horlicks
This ain't beef, it's war I call it
So I'm on the ride with booters
Stop packing civils' like *****
I'm tryna turn man to a eight ball
Stick it on the table, suttin' like snooker
We could've made an opp flavoured drink
The amount of times they got juiced up
When I bussed my yanking case
I grined and laughed at the prosecutor
This wap is old and still wanna beat
I call it a fuckin' cougar
Too many booters
How many man left swimming?
If my shank is blunt, still grip it
Just gotta use more force when I dip it
His marjay shedding tears
Looking at her dead son's ugly pictures
Forest Gate still pattern this borough
But I just got banned from the borough
Push my yank in, dig it thorough
Watch my Rambo just changin' colour
Me and ZK chinged up *****
When ST chinged two others
Blackwater tug, in love with cuttin'
Same way the opps are cuttin'
Same way the opps are cuttin'
[Chorus: Yanko]
Heard P90's seven foot
If I ching him down I'll make him midget
Caught shh tryna buy chicken
Ching him, ching him, ching him, ching him
Any of them I ching it
I love it when paigon juice is spilling
Them man ain't smoking on nuttin'
It's like them man don't know how to bill it
Heard P90's seven foot
If I ching him down I'll make him midget
Caught shh tryna buy chicken
Ching him, ching him, ching him, ching him
Any of them I ching it
I love it when paigon juice is spilling
Them man ain't smoking on nuttin'
It's like them man don't know how to bill it