Potion

Clips and sabers, armed and dangerous

Spin it and do him at neighbours

All of this verbal, your block be vacant

Bro caught one, left his T-shirt painted

RIP, slap that one at the skatin'

Your lil' bro get round, tape it

Make it back to the ends, no waitin'

Sauce him, sauce him up like one pizza

Opps that run, remind me of Kreepa

Runnin' from me, don't trip on your sneaker

Put him on a TV, blue peter

This one here might wake up the residence

Caught Sava, and he was movin' hesitant

Bleach that blade, get rid of the evidence

That day should have bun up a president

Boy, you got lucky and he called, missed

Sip that lean, that's kidneys weak

Yeah, plus and accountin' his bells

Man apart of my week, 'cause it taste so sweet

This potion feels like a spell

So high in the sky, never took that flight

So, ask how the paigons felt

Might flip me a pack, little .9 in the trap

Bag it up, no time for a spell

We don't hit high notes like Adele

I swear shh cried in the sight of Jojo

On the roads, never lose my mojo

Broke my hand, Dsavv hella coco

And I heard them sides is a no go

Two waps up, in a stolen polo

Long pole like I'm doin' up povo

Olympic chingin', you was worth that poke-poke

What, you want you a deal?

Meet me at Tesco, bits and bobs, so I got all you want

I'ma take that drink, guess it came with a meal

Three for the pigs, what a pretty good deal

Pebble down packs, too big till I catch

My weed line, jump, jump, acrobat

In and out of the flats, post up with an axe

Trappy Jo from young, that's facts

Sip that lean, that's kidneys weak

Yeah, plus and accountin' his bells

Man apart of my week, 'cause it taste so sweet

This potion feels like a spell

So high in the sky, never took that flight

So, ask how the paigons felt

Might flip me a pack, little .9 in the trap

Bag it up, no time for a spell

My bro loco, wants nothin' but violence

Got a .9, of course it's firing

Catch him in sight, and light him, light him

But some teeth, made the teeth, them bite him

How you come to my block with them dodgy shells

We rid to your block, had you dodgin' shells

Hot like hell, aim for his head, how we miss that tell

Talkin' tough, don't talk too much

Four in the ride, tryna get some touched

Hornsey gang imma take your lunch

HSG, I'ma take your cheddar

I wave this sammy I feel like Shredder

Tryna put holes in a Nike sweater (Do it)

That's blood and feathers

Four by four, and it's filled with terrorists

New world, we way too tapped

Screamin' out where they at, where they at?

Vikings, we attack, ray-ray got the roads, so I pattern the trap

When I slide them sides only need one wap

Two shanks in the ride, things, three in the back

Four in the mash, weren't filled to the max

Five nights soon, we'll leave him collapsed

Hope he don't respawn like Eddie or Fads

Sip that lean, that's kidneys weak

Yeah, plus and accountin' his bells

Man apart of my week, 'cause it taste so sweet

This potion feels like a spell

So high in the sky, never took that flight

So, ask how the paigons felt

Might flip me a pack, little .9 in the trap

Bag it up, no time for a spell