Bally Bop

Six thousand volts, that's us, man

Got six hundred songs on a hard drive

Snake my friend, that's a far cry

None of that shit don't happen on our side

One man step with a tool up

Shoot suttin' down, no, they ain't gettin' back up

Too much bits on a stick

When I'm done with a clip, I'ma plug in the back up

Chased by feds with guns and knives

Still rise up, like we ain't got memory

Load that four till the fizzy, twist that cap, tryna turn man Hennessy

**** get shot everyday over money and pain, if not, it was jealousy

Went on a date with babe, caught sight of my blade

And I told her it's necessary

Scary, scary

We was 16 on a glide, tryna hail that cab, you was hailing Mary

I was in France with bro, had drugs in my bag, tryna catch that ferry

And my man ain't on shirt button, but in school, he was loud and leary

Two man step on a GSXR

Far from simple my life like a jigsaw

Gotta burn that bike and clothes

'Cause you know that you're never too sure what the pig saw

Come to the armoury, big guns, we don't rent 'em to ride

See us man anywhere round there

You know that it's pain we intend to supply

Three man glide like a bobsled, both hands in, tryna bend them corners

This blue steel cold right now

When I come back round though, I bet you it's warmer

Nights that I slept in tracksuit 'cause I had marmite and I had floral

Can't blame me I was poorer

Top shelf price when you pay it for it purer

I was with my boys on the backstreet

Big skeng on the backseat

I could put that shit on my mama

Fed got what the wanted last year, I didn't see five seconds of summer

If you got a crack pipe and you need a fix

Call me, but I ain't no plumber

Two bells in the dots, that's dumb and dumber

Man can't tell me 'bout grams

Years and years, I've been in the T

Four Z's of brown, that's 112, no peaches and cream

OT with the fiends

Can't get busted for our next crime

Tell my young boy take that pack

Make him hold food like intestines

Rambo with the jagged edge

Do damage when I back that hench knife

Which got blazin' the opp pack

Could be you two if catch you at red light

Trap hard from boys to men, then I blew

Now I'm just livin' my best life

That's when your boy got bands, like One Direction and Westlife

I remember my line went dead

I could tell you 'bout hard times trappin'

But I made it be, I get no JLS

Cah I do flips like Aston

Bring a gun and roses to my side ting's crib

Told her to keep it patterned

It was a blur when shh got shh

Oh, now I don't even know what happened