Outro (feat. Mover)

Like, you ain't haffi see your boy's mum cry

You ain't seen a judge take twenty off your don's life

You ain't have to stab a man and have his blood burst back

Riding was the easy bit

Trapping, had to learn that

Got me that Cartier

Moncler with the fur back

Stains had me selling jewellers Cartis with a burst strap

Chicks call me dirtbag, but I don't mean to hurt 'em

I'm just on my funds now, this beef ting's run down

Cah every time I come round, all they did was run round

Then hop up on the YouTube

Giving feds blue clues

LightyM came with his burner

And I swear he was involved in that murder

And how he got them tekks blazing

And shot at man's yard by the fed station

Fam, it goes down on a regular

One time telling ya

Can't get back what I'm selling ya

I don't know about dem man, but me I get paid daily

And buss guns baitly on the Main Street

I ain't gonna lie, bro

When I bang, I be banging till his eyes close

Slide that like a slide show

Pussy, I know, you ain't really bout nuttin

Me, I'm about, cousin

I be in the dance with my dark shades

And hand tings like an arcade

You likkle affray

My ting's certi

Gyall know we make dough and we burst heat

So when we come through, gyall are 6:30

And I know that they heard we

CH bang bang from early

I'm a little piece of shit

I like beating sticks and robberies

I ain't living how I planned

But I'm still up on the curbs with the buddiest herbs

Tryna get it out as quickly as I can

And believe I'm open to shootouts

I'ma burst first, I ain't gonna hope on you

And I'm ocean blue

Crystal clear

If I ain't got it, Swipes got the pistol there

No miss, God prayer

Threat to the scene

Last of the real ones left

You can feel man's spesh, of you doubt man

Whips spin around like an album

I'm still eating with my family

Now they lettin' Dan free

Back up on his bullshit

This rap shit is Ben Drew

Shit, I mean it's Plan B

Had to get my head set

Now I get it hands-free

Potter still tan a white girl like Zanti

Dad's Algerian, grew up in a shanty

I was on the block side, running in backstreets

Jailhouse canteen

Posted on the estate

Anti

Never let my nan sleep

Don's mum said I was a bad breed

Used to rob with Frankie

Bitches used to diss, now I'm a bit of what they fancy

One... have a jezzy screaming like banshee

Mummy made my dad leave

Money made my man scheme

Trap don't stop, don't sleep, I don't have dreams

Had to buck Francine

Hit her with a picture of the bobby and it ran clean

Bro that fat Essex boy Potter, I am that rene

Fuck a Fat Joe, I'm fat P, I'll make your back lean

I ain't got a gang, I've got a trap team

Trapping out of 5 spots, I ain't on Crimewatch

You can bet your life that the line pops

Holla at my darg 6-0, get the whitewash

Dem boy violate

Ride round there with the lights off

And I ain't gotta say no more, it's a write-off

I ain't got say no more

'Cause they wanna know what I'm on

Who I robbed, what I done

Me, I'm on your iPhone

Your iPad, your I pod

Fam, I talk mula

Money in my dialogue

Fam, I talk mula

Money in my dialogue

But there ain't no Moët or rosé in here

No papi chulo, no José in here

'Cause I ain't got friends, I've got co-conspirators

Some coke distributors

Getting dough ridiculous

Living life frivolous

Still pushing peng snow

Faded of the endome

Potter ain't a baller, baby, I've been tryna get dough

Line bang tekno

Kill the strip, death row

I be in the trap with cheese

Fresh white bag of b

Flying round, tried to leave, meets here, Dagenham East

Two shots waiting

Training day training

Rate 'em like Craig twin

Dem man was raving

I was in the dog spot

Bag of fiends craving

I said I was in the dog spot

Bag of fiends craving

Day ain't back Nathan

Everything you flip flop

Me, I make my strip pop

Dodgy like bricktock

Icy on my wrist-watch

Why you think your bitch dropped?

Got you looking pissed off

Got you looking pissed off

I fuck with real shit only

Potter still keep a white girl like Brodie

Get it off Mosey

Still miss Smokey

My side BK, nuttin ain't rosy

Broad day, all up in food like Yogi

They say I'm a paigon

See me, don't approach me

Only one running me down that's my only

I said only one running me down that's my only

I was in the jail house, man get round 12 O's

Now I'm in the trap house, slanging off 12 O's

So much kitties, could've put them on phones

Potter stay stuck up on the strip like Velcro

And I don't need a hook, I ain't fist fighting

Donny ain't a paigon, I just dislike him

In the trap spot, spliff lighting, buj lining

OT's amazing and the hood's firing

The last night I had a good night in

Potter ain't tryna blow, but they should sign him

Donny act Makaveli, I'll Suge Knight him

And I ain't knocking on your trap, I'll push right in

And I ain't knocking on your trap, I'll push right in