[Verse]
Dressed in designers, Italian fibres
When we was in the can, we were fucking up lifers
Catch a stray shot when you fuck with my riders
I ain't R Kelly but my bullets touch minors
Flight pass akhi, I'm a die hard Paki
When I ride out, it's a Primark trackie
Running on the pavement, coming for the payments
When I was sixteen I was under observation
Running on a paigon, coming for the papers
I leave your baby mom lying flat out on a pavement
Driving up to 'Dam, or we're flying out to Rotters
If it's not Hatton Garden then we're buying out in Trotters
My brudda's in the can, he was tying up the shotters
When I was on the run I was hiding from the choppers
With my YG and we're riding near the droppers
Six litre V12, they ain't gonna stop us
If we get caught then we're beating up the coppers
Not Burger King but we're heating up the Whoppers
Always had the raw, them man still playing catch-up
I get it from the source, I ain't talking bout ketchup
Whipping up the mayo, bricks looking stale
Off-white bricks, yeah they're looking all pale
Feds tried to scope me like Galileo
If I get bagged you know I ain't getting bail
With the food and the scale, that's an epic fail
Decamp then I'm off down the wing like Bale
With the feds on my tail, tryna hit a sale
Right now the Z's cheap but that ship's gonna sail
A bitch told me "you're a pimp, go to Hell"
She couldn't pay the rent now her pussy's up for sale
If that bitch does anal that's a bonus
We were out all night like we were homeless
You can phone us
We make the bricks disappear, Hocus Pocus
Drought season, we was running out of packs
My brudda came through and pulled a rabbit out the hat
My plug dropped me ten bricks, that was a lifesaver
Now my trap line sounds like a vibrator
We get money cuzzy, that's why these guys hate us
I pebble down the snow, you can call me icebreaker
Bros in the can stacking high like a skyscraper
He just stacked ten bags off of rice paper
I told my brudda "don't slip like an ice skater"
You can get rich now and get high later
It's the Dubba Squad, we get the dubba gone
Tell me akh, where'd you get your dubba from?
The panga's long fam, your banda's gone
Because we've got big straps and the danda's long
It's the Dubba Squad, we get the dubba gone
Tell me akh, where'd you get your dubba from?
The panga's long fam, your banda's gone
Because we've got big straps and the danda's long