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In town with papers, buyin' some trainers
Now I need an outfit to match
A shot that's local, gimme a phone call
So I put the door on latch
Bad b sayin' she love me, she just my body
I tell her "don't get attached"
You wanna try step saucy, tuck your jewelry
You don't wanna get that snatched
Pack from the plug, get it gone in a day
I'm not like these n***as
TT makes the line go mad and it makes me glad when I count my figures
My n***as dem hot on the block for the guap
And rein' up in them dingers
Buss them winners, show you 'bout drillers
Spin man's block if I slide with spinners
But let me get back to the trap
They don't get guap but they wan' get tugged
Show man the price of this [?] startin' to drop what he thinks of the plug
Bro got flake until he straight dropped it, you can phone for grub
Dem man hate with a empty pockets
I get back, bill this bud
Trap boy come tun' up the curb, trap boy come tun' up the party
We turn up for your darrgie, nargie, I already know it's a "no"
Big hand tings and spin tings
You don't wanna see bro rise that pole
(Bow, bow, bow, bow)
You don't wanna see bro rise that pole
I'm in Enfield town, back windows down
'Scuse me Miss, she leng and brown
Skeng on me when I'm rolling 'round
Cah I don't wanna end up dead in the ground
Bro's in the T with white and brown
And if the feds knock, don't make a sound
Out the back door tryna lose them clowns
'Cause I don't wanna be locked down

Just got feedback, say the food come piff
We ain't seen no one in Eddy
They all hidin' or in my spliff
My young boys loose like tiff
T house guap got me doin' up shifts
TT cap, don't shot, no snitch
Two hands on the 4, yeah, this one's stiff
P*ssed, me I just try don't miss
So many many that I got on my list
Everybody hates killi, everybody hates Chris
I want man dead, I ain't swingin' my fist
I'm swingin' my blade deep in and twist
Crunch time, nuttin' like craver's crisp
Gelato I'm smokin', flavourish
Tryna do M way ---
You can get hit by corn and bits
But your hair is bang when your coat gets ripped
C*ck it, c*ck it, watch it fling my wrist
He got chinged now he's doin' up crisp
I'm in the O with [?]
I'm with SJ doin' opp block chips
Jump out gang, let the dot-dot spit
I'm with mango rambo like Kidd
Or I'm in the bando servin' them kits
He got-got and fixed
Told the opp thots to deep in this mix
Spin ting spin so don't get hit
The neighbours lookin' like "damn, oh sh*t"
Opp block tours, it's hot, it's lit
No reactions when your friends get ripped
I'm on the 9 piece tryna creep and skid
It's no blanks, straight corn we dish
I'm in Enfield town, back windows down
'Scuse me Miss, she leng and brown
Skeng on me when I'm rolling 'round
Cah I don't wanna end up dead in the ground
Bro's in the T with white and brown
And if the feds knock, don't make a sound
Out the back door tryna lose them clowns
'Cause I don't wanna be locked down
I'm in Enfield town, back windows down
'Scuse me Miss, she leng and brown
Skeng on me when I'm rolling 'round
Cah I don't wanna end up dead in the ground
Bro's in the T with white and brown
And if the feds knock, don't make a sound
Out the back door tryna lose them clowns
'Cause I don't wanna ----

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