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(Ch-ch, chhh) (Mmmm, mmmm) Hate when I see man givin' a big 'un (Nathaniel LDN) See them live in the flesh, they're timid (timid) Thousand, Jesus, broke down a brizzy Told 'lil man that, "It's gonna get busy" Ever slapped out, done suttin' risky Now your wish bring on a tizzy Tell you 'bout the trenches, summers Bro had the string on a Mizzy, busy (yeah) Before them label meetings I really had the shotgun stuffed tryna greet them (yeah) Ever get the drop in the morning? But you got colly You gotta fill bine in the evening (bap, bap) Me and bro stepped, two spinners Whoever we see, it's finders keepers (keepers) Remember when I found out we lost them beaters I really felt like I was grievin' (uhhh) Two-man deep in Hatton But still, that's a quarter in kettles (huh) Can't you see this VS, BS1 Don't ask why I walk with the metal (I do) Even when it's suttin' petty Gang tryna lay down petals, gotta get settled Mash on a Tech fleece, gonna get tekky Who's gettin' petty? (Who?) Big, wanna meet you in the daytime, later on How you get dressed up? How you get sexy? Uptown, diners, spoke to the killys But downtown firing, bro wanna drill it I don't mind drivin', just refill it Check then fill it (fill it) On the phone to the personal shopper I just wanna know if it's oversized or fitted (bro) I just wanna know, why they talk so wicked? (Wicked) Talks on war and we're shortin' sawn Easy to double tap But I like the auto more (brrr, bap) Awkward pass, it was Macs and spinners Now it's like autographs They rap it and try it, I don't know about them But we really walk with ours Shoppin' with bae, fuck around, get her the bag Millie, medium, large (yeah) Speedy cars, pull up Big man, let her out first, tryna see the arse (yeah) You never run down nuttin' with a firearm Click pit, nah you're a liar (liar) You never cooked it raw I had half a brick on a window seal tryna dry up (yeah) I gave Lambeth hope with this mash And this thousand grams of coke (yola) Take that sandwich bag and go I want 30 grand or no (Nah) I never switch and go with the fake I'd rather stand alone (trapo) I give it to bro, he went from a landing Came home, landing loads Bro, I'll tell you why How much times did I fuck up the bag And didn't even televise? (Huh) How much times did I step with the thing out? Air's too firy, I ain't gonna bury mine (firy) The parcel's bad, now it's just slabs, 300K in tabs Socio, crab Double-R truck but we still in the hood Gotta put that on a flat (yeah, yeah) (Nathaniel LDN)