Spin the gaari, we gon' get you for certain

Lean out strap first when we step with them burners

Pass the Glock, fill it up, cock it back and reverse 'em

He tried put on a show till we pulled up and we closed the curtains

Pick up the heat, don't burn the fire out

Pass me the drop, I'll bring the fire round

I'm tryna slide now

Let it bah, bodies drop, that's a body down

Feds on me so lock this wap and hope they don't find out

Prosecutor said that I'm glamorising violence

He's pointing out the obvious, of course I'm slapping my ting

Burners in the car, we got it frightening

I was chatting to his girl, "Do you really love him?

Drop you change if you line him"

I'm in my cell, eating right

Put the mackerel in the kettle, use my knife then mix it up with rice

Bang the nine, bally and shades so the smoke don't go in my eye

Open the roof, she gave me neck while I was looking at the sky

I ain't your average guy, I'm established in the streets

Numerous times I've slapped my heat, spent racks on plenty pieces

And they say "Who's won the beef?", I can tell you lot for free

Left with Long Live's in their bios and RIP's on their tees

And these convictions really left me with a headache

On the pitch with a stick, doing miracles like Pele

You ain't a shooter with your dead aim

My mum found the wap under my bed and she hit me with a head shake

Spin the gaari, we gon' get you for certain

Lean out strap first when we step with them burners

Pass the Glock, fill it up, cock it back and reverse 'em

He tried put on a show till we pulled up and we closed the curtains

Pick up the heat, don't burn the fire out

Pass me the drop, I'll bring the fire round

I'm tryna slide now

Let it bah, bodies drop, that's a body down

Feds on me so lock this wap and hope they don't find out

Had a vintage strap that came straight from World War Two

Shotty couldn't fit in the bag so we chopped it in two

And who's bad? I'm saying it's deffo not you

I left his head bleeding out and had his face all over breaking news

Won't bring my phone, I ain't getting nicked by cell site

Fresh G-lock out the box and it slaps nice

Got no filter like Tate, I hope they all die

Rambo through his skin, I'll really show you how to swing knives

I'm in the mud with the gang and a dirty stick

They talk in the station so I call them boys some dirty pigs

Sneaky diss but you're doing up family man

Don't let me catch you with your bitch, I'll put a bullet through her tits

Money over beef, I can tell you I agree

I'm not bringing one plate, make the whole team eat

We're from Brum with them guns, roadside in the East

And they know what I rep, Small Heath to Bordesley Green

Spin the gaari, we gon' get you for certain

Lean out strap first when we step with them burners

Pass the Glock, fill it up, cock it back and reverse 'em

He tried put on a show till we pulled up and we closed the curtains

Pick up the heat, don't burn the fire out

Pass me the drop, I'll bring the fire round

I'm tryna slide now

Let it bah, bodies drop, that's a body down

Feds on me so lock this wap and hope they don't find out