[Pre-intro]
What we drinking? It's F28 baby
GDrive
Father Stack
Mikshapp u got da sauce

[Intro: Dopesmoke]
Plugged in with Fumez
DopeSmoke, 67, rest up Itch
(Woosh,woosh free the guys,free the guys)
(Spot and Drop, shoot and deny)
Gang - Live

[Verse: Dopesmoke]
Bro wanna step
Can’t think twice, put rap on holding, get in that ride
Don't swing no arms, like Kimbo Slice
Online they're bad, real life they shy
Mention the 5 we did em up twice
Snow got all in his head like lice
We show man about demon time
Suttin’ turned ghost on a Halloween night
If it's up, then stuck, what we talking about?
Creep through the bush, we ain't walking around
6 man dead we the talk of the town
My old ting's light, new ting's brown
If I catch up, saucing it down
Anything K, we ain't sorting it out
I can't take no lip from Clapham, cah you taking the piss
Gang walked it down
Step and step 'till our feet feel sore
They trynna say, that they winning the beef
The cheek is peak, go check that score
Everyone knows this war
We put loads of em’ yutes in morgues
Slip - get clicked or your t-shirt torn
And bro got the hammer like Thor
New Park Road that’s hammers galore
Home or away, either way gang's scoring
I ain’t even had no shows on thoughts
But gang still doing up touring
Spin and spin till the wheels get nauseous
Pause it, how many man went snorkeling
We the reason them man keep mourning
You can't tell me a block we ain't sorted
Bro just put him in the air like Jordan
Don't pull no stunts, cah we ain’t on stunting
Bro just hit him with a car
Then I see from far, so I creeped and plunged him
Them two man step watch N1 stuff it
Hop out, bet I see bareman running
Of course he's cutting, he knows I'll cut him
Step back let me load this suttin'
One wrong move and we'll press that button
3 in a year, gangs takin' the piss
We get bored and we're taking a trip
Pattern my phone, pattern my clothes
Last not least man pattern them things
He ain't scored no points I ain't takin' him in
Bars sound good but he's faking the ting
He ain't ever put blade in the skin
Let alone let it the rain or shake in the 6
Get a drop, roll up, let's catch him
Solly tried run - no way, so we packed him
How many man have we got from Clapham
Spin this coupe, no way I'm on chattings
I'll just hop out the ride and splash it
Back to the block and burn my fabric
I know NutNut's having a tantrum
No more Perm at the family gatherings
[Outro]
Fumez the Engineer