OFB: Fire in the Booth

Free Slim Jim

Free Boogie Bando

Yo

I'm in the booth with Charlie and L's

And the pagans dem are onto me so I gotta fill 'em up with bells

I'll make them scream like girls

They might send back two shells

But we circle again tryna take some health

If bro don't know how to bruck it, give it to me, I'll do it myself

Bhad B's tryna tryna dance on me, got my **** on me

Told these bhaddies to slow down

That window's rolled down, everyone's shook

Eye's light up when the poles out, yo

Everyone's screamin' out OFB, it's the same, all bats when we roll out

My bro don't want me to ride no more

He said, "K, you can stick to the shows now"

Broski copped it, one in the head

Kitchen goes in, bends in the chest

OFB's on shit, get it correct

Go and ask them how the GG steps

You ever rid out to your pagan ends?

Shotgun beats off, make that spread

Them man concede but they won't confess, like one little Dez

Bando's my dog, no Churchill

Clean man's crop, no Persil

Dip man down or bro will burs you

Guess you can't cover your back like a turtle

Have you ever done it, act like it weren't you?

And the feds chase, jump fence like hurdles

Spot my opps, yes it's a pursuit

I remember those days I was locked on curfew

Should I stick to the shows? Nah, fuck all of that

I wanna get 'round and buss it

Though my aunty's cussin', my pagan's dossin'

Who's in the ride? No fussin'

Everyone's discussin', I ain't on chattin'

Give me the whoosh or I'm bussin'

Ching-chow art tryna cut him

No borer on my fist, head-butt him

I had big man cutting, blade tryna cut him

Got me screamin', "Whey you runnin'?"

Deep down in my head tryna done him

Just gimme the Tre 100 and I'll bun him

I had big man cut him, they ain't tryna cut him

Got me screamin', "Why you runnin'?"

Deep down in my head tryna done him

Just gimme the Tre 100 and I'll bun him

Spin this wagon, rip and splash him

Ching him, clap him, click it, bang it

Hit this, Cillit Bang it

Pull up on them and they always vanish

Now I'm convinced that these yutes do magic

Run off and trip, get ching and turn package

Man live this gang shit

Pull the bark and chew man's fabric

Ay bro-bro, catch him

These yutes ain't ever come back, no word of a lie

Since AB slapped it

Gang shit, had about twelve man dashing

Samurai, back it out from my jacket

Catch him, ching man's rassclaat back

I had man's rental skeeting and crashing

Rule number one, don't loose in traffic

From a young age, go through and I wet guys

How many men got touched over them sides?

You don't wanna get caught lackin'

Ching man's rassclaat, sorry, it's bed time

One in his chest, neck and intestines

Slide in, bruck down Fords, no headlights

What you think 'bout your ****, slapped it, tryna hit man's left eye

I was 15 when we done it on pedal, big 15 tryna ching man's vessel

Give him a trim like I worked in Shendels

Get pulled for your kettle

Anywhere, anytime, pop man's bezel

Rudeboy settle, fill him with metal

T-Trap stuck in the trap

Broadwater Farm, we're the UK rebels

Confirm couldn't give two fucks

He's down south with flowers and doves

Rise this shotgun up and then buss

Pull up on anyone, foot on the clutch

Got caught while shedding his blood

Lil' **** got caught like twice

Made that food, better know that you're done

Just got spilled like peanut punch

This bhad B's tryna bruck her back

All eyes on me like slow down barbie

I got two packs under the car seat

Me, I just pre, I don't duck Interallies

I told Frogz I ain't meant for the army, walahi

He won't get far when the Star Beats

Yeah eight run him down in Huaraches

Your man search, on a run like safari

Still I get 'round with the yardies

JA ting and it's steppin' Ed Hardy, yo

She just wanna kiss and tell

I just wanna shoot and chill with jihadis

Told bro swing straight for the heart

He hit him one time, head backs all classy

Told bro swing straight for the heart

He hit him one time, head backs all classy

Got me spinnin' my head out the window

Shots fired, got 'em doin' the limbo, yo

Philip got a status, no Kimbo, big no

A dozen a day off this SIM phone

T-house with the same old ringtone

I'm on white yutes, black too, real skin tone

Is it him? Bro-bro said, "I think so", ring Mo

Jump out, down on the same road

Tap bro like, "Asian's just in bro"

Some hoe goin' on badder and still broke