[Intro: Rendo]
Feds try run man down
But I threw man's pack, it was under the car
Dotty came tall like Shangri-La-la
Shoot my shot like Cantona-na
It was me Big Remz in the bando
Goin' upsuh with shanks in the car
Two G packs and racks in the car
But we didn't get bagged, Alhamdulillah

[Chorus: Rendo]
Feds try run man down
But I threw man's pack, it was under the car
Dotty came tall like Shangri-La-la
Shoot my shot like Cantona-na
It was me Big Remz in the bando
Goin' upsuh with shanks in the car
Two G packs and racks in the car
But we didn't get bagged, Alhamdulillah

[Verse 1: AM]
Man got away with it, even though I stay with it
Lucky that the corn can't bend like a paperclip
Man would've made it fit
Bro try ying mans head on a shavin' ting
Man woulda tapered him
Remember when I left man's packs with an Asian ting
She was on a datin' ting
[Verse 2: BT]
All these bootings and chingings, it ain't nuttin' new
She sweep with a broom 'fore I came in the room
Grip up T in his two, just aim and lock it and lace at boobs
Shotgun trainers came from my dude
Hammer on sale, man buy no excuse
Wap from the wap market, shotgun tailor tape up the broom

[Verse 3: Skengdo]
They wanna talk and tweet
It's all fun and games 'til a next one's gone
Shorty wan' link the kid
But its straight business, I can't do leisure (Nah)
Whatever the weather, we'll let it rain
I know you can't stop this weather (Du-du-du, du-du-du, baow)
Dot dot trigger is tender
Buss that out, catch man on a bender (Du-du-du, du-du-du, baow)

[Chorus: Rendo]
Feds try run man down
But I threw man's pack, it was under the car
Dotty came tall like Shangri-La-la
Shoot my shot like Cantona-na
It was me Big Remz in the bando
Goin' upsuh with shanks in the car
Two G packs and racks in the car
But we didn't get bagged, Alhamdulillah
[Verse 4: Rendo]
FB 4T, crash gang, comin' like Baghdad saviours
Talkin' 'bout live-O waps with firin' pins, never did it with tasers
I'm a real life Brixton yute but I'll still crash corn for my Laners
And I ain't talkin' about Air Force One's
When the shoe box full, I put trainers
I'm on smoke like rasta
Ring off an M ting, give man pasta
Bro put four and a bit in the pot
But the whip ting sick like Mazda
Lil bro's on smoke in Vauxhall, dingered-out all black Astra
Still fly them corners, shots round corners, nuttin' like Nascar
Should've never been cappin'
Now he's a caption, man got capture
44 shoutin', balls dem fracture
Really in the field like Xhaka
Givin' man 3 like Lowry
Line up a paigon, shoot like Raptor
Givin' man 3 like Lowry
Line up a paigon—

[Verse 5: BT]
Fling it fling it (Fling it, fling it), ring it ring it (Baow)
This wap explicit, no video vixen (Nah)
Older or youngen, this wap got no restriction (Older or—)
Older or youngen, this way got no—
White, Randy Orton
Wap in the back like gyal escortin'
Trap in the trap, drivin', juggin'
You lie in your raps and you guys endorsin'
Whippin' up Jeremy Corbyn, labour, make that fly like Jordan
Slater, rap for the cap is stupid
Shotgun tailor buy that sawnin'