Yo, Itchy
Is that how you're going on yeah?
Scratch mixed it
One, two guys and one, two, fives or 300cc bikes
Pull up and let that fly
My guys put blades in minds
Not gonna lie they come sometimes, they run or let that sky
That could never ever be my guy
Keep lurking on stolen bikes
One, two guys and one, two, fives or 300cc bikes
Pull up and let that fly
My guys put blades in minds
Not gonna lie they come sometimes, they run or let that sky
That could never ever be my guy
Keep lurking on stolen bikes
I'ma start spazzing out on these punks
I've been bad on my ones
I'm down for this I won't front
I'll back my juice are you drunk
I'll kill a man for my blood
Black blade dig it into his lungs
Twist it, pull it out and then duss
Get money, get funds
Weed smoke in my lungs, ammi
Mix it up with some lemon, lemon Bill it up and get bun
I'm high as fuck off this skunk
Shave man turn a yute to a monk
Ching outside a mans drum
You ain't onto me are you dumb?
I'll see you outside your mum's
I gave you life you're my son
You see my guys and you run
Try talk the talk and get bun
We don't do the talking it's long
My rammy's looking all leng
Peng, this rammy's looking all chung
This gyally's looking all chung
Move that, get the number then gone
Dip dip turn a man fluid
Listen you're not on piss
You're not on shit, you're not on sewage (Dickheads)
Dot dot looking all Jewish (Ay)
Long nose on the dots like Lois (Long one)
Pull up on your block no notice
Stick 'garn split your wig like I'm Moses
Back my nank and split the yute open
One, two guys and one, two, fives or 300cc bikes
Pull up and let that fly
My guys put blades in minds
Not gonna lie they come sometimes, they run or let that sky
That could never ever be my guy
Keep lurking on stolen bikes (Dingers)
One, two guys and one, two, fives or 300cc bikes
Pull up and let that fly
My guys put blades in minds
Not gonna lie they come sometimes, they run or let that sky
That could never ever be my guy
Keep lurking on stolen bikes (Dingers)
Oh gosh, oh gosh
Riding bait I don't give no toss
Pissed that they lost their boss
Don't feel bad for none of the opps
No seaside but my guys rocks
I'm with TY, these guys got lost
Suge Mike, out of the box
Them man chicken, fillet or pox
'Nuff man don't have sense
You're gonna get drenched for sitting on the fence
Don't give a fuck if he's hench
Ching man down 'til my blade's gone bent
At least four figs on shanks I spent
A good girl studying in Nottingham Trent
I can smell cats and I hate that scent
I mean what I said and I said what I meant
Rambo shaving, shotgun blazing, at opp's house waiting
I'm all blacked out like a raven
But gang done the booting blatant
I remember that time
You said you'd ride but you went and took pics in Leyton
I'm OJ like Jason Statham plus I'm sick like Kaylum
I call them "Moshpit Boys"
They was running and pushing their friends
She was a eight out of ten
She a threw up a two now she a ten out of ten
I remember them days in pen, sosh' at half nine or ten
Last time man got g checked, I splashed three with Max, Shay and Denz
One, two guys and one, two, fives or 300cc bikes
Pull up and let that fly
My guys put blades in minds
Not gonna lie they come sometimes, they run or let that sky
That could never ever be my guy
Keep lurking on stolen bikes (Dingers)
One, two guys and one, two, fives or 300cc bikes
Pull up and let that fly
My guys put blades in minds
Not gonna lie they come sometimes, they run or let that sky
That could never ever be my guy
Keep lurking on stolen bikes (Dingers)
Yo, Itchy
Is that how you're going on yeah?