[Intro]
SK's moving mad, you know

[Verse 1: VD]
Main road wettings and bloody denims (Shh, shh)
I love my life
Why you think man step with the weapon? (Stay with it)
When they see my eyes they panic (Panic)
A 100s them man gon' leg it (Fuckboys)
I ain't gonna lie, I'll leg it
If I ain't got no cheffers (Haha)
Still double up crack in cling (You know)
Us man took a trip to the Brix', ended up putting kitchens in skin (Splash)
Wet up a couple man in Lidl, mumzy screaming out "That's my kid" (Sorry auntie)
Barbecue settings, it's frying
At your function, do not get hit (Bubush)
Main road chingings from young
Don't believe me? Go ask Kelvin
Free Trapmash, riding a birdie (You know)
My flick nank cost me a tenner
And we got the rambo for thirty (Pull up)
Pull up, do man dirty
Runnеr get squirty, man get lurky (Lurky)
14 tryna do it with Kermy
Way bеfore D and K got worksy (Baby)
One-two press on the gas, me, Wizz and Shak, don't get packed (Free Wizz)
The opps are leaving their dinger, same way they left Loso to get shanked (Trap, trap)
Try creep up gang on their boss
It all went wrong, we all got nicked (Free the guys)
I put flickies in delicate places and rambos all the way in (Eurgh)
Trapped in the T, pebs on me
Courtesy of the P's (You know)
If the Jakes ever kick this door, man's doing up Elon and ST (Where you going, where you going?)
Mums and auntie screwing me
Sorry auntie, must've been VD (Sorry)
Big man be easy, before I put something through your T (Ching, ching)
[Verse 2: DopeSmoke]
They ain't on beef like cheese (Nah)
We invest in shanks and whips and we put smoke on neeks (Smoke on them)
Ninety percent they're dashing
If not, man's holding three (They run)
RT, RT (Real talk)
Man's stuck in the trap, that's pebs, clingfilm and cream (Cling)
I can tell you about beef, that's blade in an IC3 (Ying)
I can tell you about fiends, they spazz when they taste this beat (Spazzing)
RT, man's tired of chasing neeks (Real talk)
R-R-RP, that's home of crack and fiends (RP, RP)
See he got whacked in a restaurant, all he wanted was a wrap and chips (Whack up)
How many times have we ducked down pricks?
Dip, splash, do it and skid (Skid)
I swear to God, I'm tired
I'm tired of these rassclart fibs (Tired)
How many times has Reece been dipped?
Chest shot, tryna do it and skid (Chest shot gang)
Swing them shanks, swing them shanks
He ain't no master ching (Master what?)
Take a risk, is the that life I live
I bag this up and hit the strip (Hit it)
And pray that my hotline rings
Bling, bling, bling (Bling)
And pray that my hotline rings
Bling, bling, bling (Bling, bling)