Peaky Blinders

Think twice 'fore you make your move There's not a man that can step on my shoes I still act like I got nothing to lose And they all talk gangster to ones in the room I can see straight through 'em, they're pretenders They don't know about Benz on blenders Hyrdaulic ten tone pressers They don't know about loading up weapons They don't know about teaching boys lessons Gloved up in SQ7s Holding 38 Smith and Westons And how I'm 36, used to cost 27 My team are family, not friends We all stand strong 'til the end I keep a big sawn off 410 For them fuck boys who think that they're men What you saying, my boy, what you telling me? Pups tryna bump, they ain't got the pedigree We go Peaky Blinders on the enemies Ram 'em off the road in the Cherokee What you saying, my boy, what you telling me? Pups tryna bump, they ain't got the pedigree We go Peaky Blinders on the enemies Ram 'em off the road in the Cherokee They're buying Nokia's and think they're ballers Our encros move packs through boarders The soft boys know they can't war us We wear gloves and drive high performance They already know that we're fly fellas Come through, Rolex sky dwellers Putting work cuzzy, now the lines better Started from the bottom now the sky's better 36 Zs in the whole one Ram the enemies with the shotgun Banged to rights but never own up Still got my guns, I never sold none D53, man, I pull up in a black Benz 38 snub, no, fuck a Mac 10 Them boys pagen, I can't stand them I turn up with like 30 of the mandem What you saying, my boy, what you telling me? Pups tryna bump, they ain't got the pedigree We go Peaky Blinders on the enemies Ram 'em off the road in the Cherokee What you saying, my boy, what you telling me? Pups tryna bump, they ain't got the pedigree We go Peaky Blinders on the enemies Ram 'em off the road in the Cherokee Stand behind us, we protect 'em If they stand beside us, we respect 'em If they stand in front of me I'll get a Cherokee Jeep And I won't stop ramming 'til we get them And I've grown from nothing up to something Cold nights but I never stopped hustling And I've grafted every street 'round London Real recognise real so we salute Dublin What you saying, my boy, what you telling me? Pups tryna bump, they ain't got the pedigree We go Peaky Blinders on the enemies Ram 'em off the road in the Cherokee What you saying, my boy, what you telling me? Pups tryna bump, they ain't got the pedigree We go Peaky Blinders on the enemies Ram 'em off the road in the Cherokee Ram 'em off the road in the Cherokee