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Ayy, spin this coupe (Skrrt, skrrt)

(RV)
Yo, I don't know nuttin' 'bout dark side (Nothing)
Everyting lit round our side (Lit)
Before gang got a spot in the charts
I had dark and light, got split like Apartheid (No cap)
Man know what I did in my past life (They know)
I wan' do up the twos, got too much to lose
I'm p*ssed that I can't glide (P*ssed)
Nuttin' but love for my Farm guys (OFB)
Dingers and heat
Anything the drillers dem need, man fund it (True)
Tion ain't done sh*t in the field
Just wanna talk online like a pundit
You got chased, friends got chinged
All 'cause the gang got boared and hunted (Haha)
Shh got shot in his face, I was on the wing
Put him in a raw and bunned him

Have you really got guns? I dunno
Man dance with the pole
Where they at? I dunno
I just spun 'round twice with bro
Got a laser beam, tryna take his soul
I got 'nuff love for my juggers cah they're active
Circle around tryna put him in a fat spliff
O way or no way, it's all tactics
Internet yutes all hype but they catfish (Gang, gang)
Bro spin that coupe, who's that?
Bro spin that, he's movin' like Christopher Walkin' (Movin')
I just tell a young boy "Step back"
Take deep breaths akh cah there ain't no talkin'
Gang jiggy jiggy on deck
When I step with the gang
Ain't none of my goons scared to rise and tan
Jiggy jiggy on deck when I'm doin' up trap
Still jump out gang on two two man
Ayy, spin this coupe (Skrrt, skrrt)
I just seen somethin' (Rrr)
Shoulda never been in vids and I wouldn’t seen you
It wouldn’t be nothin' (It wouldn't be nothin')
Grr, I wan' squeeze somethin' (Baow)'
Bad man don’t squeeze for nothin' (Nah)
Bad man don’t brandish machine for fun
Man beat big 'matic and make people run (Gang, gang)
You ain't never bust corn, you're a liar (Liar)
None of them pussies are riders (None of them)
All of them tired, sleeping (Sleeping)
When we pull up in the evenin' (Ahh)
Creepin' (Grr, baow, baow)
Families grievin'

Big 15, man walk with it
Any opps boys gettin' targeted
My Bruce too loose and he ain't got screws
Bait 22's, he's barkin' it, clartin' it
Creepin' on volks with the smoke
Hope your bro don't call at him
Snitches and b*t*hes
Broadwater Farm, OFB, we don't harbour it
Tryna catch me an AM with this 410 (Baow, baow)
Who's in our car? No BT and Rendo
Alakazam when the caliber bangs
Chillin' on the L's like death row (Dead, dead)
Pull up on dem and let go
Five seconds gone, you can still hear the echo (Blaow)
We get though, from the get-go (Yo)
Two fat teeth in the smoke like Ghetto
(Bando)
Pretty machine, haffi beat it
Even if it's ugly, badman just squeeze it (Baow)
Clean it, G lock's loud but the dot-dot's screamin' (Screamin')
Yo, Ramz boared him up with no meaning
Him, Junebug, Izzpot tag-teamin' (Splash spot)
Donny got smoked, still breathin'
Caught him offline tryna gut out his feelings (Ayy)
And if it weren't done by Young Farm
Probably Chat Nets, cuzzy or Bumper, yo
Best run when you hear these gunshots
Spin this coupe and I bet all the fun stops (Spin it, spin it)
When a gun c*cks, jiggy jiggy on deck
Jiggy jiggy on deck, yeah, she a stunt ucks (Baow, baow)
She wan' come to the T, she don't go to the L
She wan' come to the O where the guns pop

I got my browning in South
But she give me stress so I might fly West
She my West ting, nah, she don't give me stress
She can make me feel nice, jiggy jiggy on deck
I got bare gyal 'round, jiggy jiggy on deck
In North London, jiggy jiggy on deck
In East London, jiggy jiggy on deck
But I don't ever slip, got my blicky on kweff
Ayy, spin this coupe (Skrrt, skrrt)
I just seen somethin' (Rrr)
Shoulda never been in vids and I wouldn’t seen you
It wouldn’t be nothin' (It wouldn't be nothin')
Grr, I wan' squeeze somethin' (Baow)'
Bad man don’t squeeze for nothin' (Nah)
Bad man don’t brandish machine for fun
Man beat big 'matic and make people run (Gang, gang)
You ain't never bust corn, you're a liar (Liar)
None of them pussies are riders (None of them)
All of them tired, sleeping (Sleeping)
When we pull up in the evenin' (Ahh)
Creepin' (Grr, baow, baow)
Families grievin'

Every gyal wan' mad up fuh mi
Big bruck back, man bruck off fuh he (Bang, bang)
Mi juggy dem sick, mi rambo pon hip
Dey ready fi rip, thru yuh best drip
Jiggy jiggy 'pon deck
Nuh seh dey hol' two flicky pon dem
Anywhere mi there, big ziggy 'pon deck
F**k gyal in dem mouth, big wood inna her nek
Wi nuh mek talk, wi nuh mek talk
Rewind di bloodclaat
Push b***on start, press on the gas fast
Bill up a spliff and tek a two blast
Dem man inna my lane, they better move fast
Ah, who a dem, who a dem?
Reaper, dead dead, wi load di yeng yeng
Try tek man fi fool, I must've fool dem
Man rinse off di clip until di clip end

Yo, if she come ugly like Betty
I can't bring her 'round, don't care how petty
Saw the fed on my block with netty
Crash straight back or swing this machete (Ayy, wet him up)
Last glide bro turned him spaghetti
Balaclava, but it came back sweaty (You know, you know)
Farm life, I've always been ready
Get yourself touched, keep your elbows steady (Ayy)
Diddy Bop or Nuh Linga (Woi oi)
Spilt 'nuff juice like Mirinda (You know, you know)
I've got faith in my lead, trigger finger
Bun man's throat like he just ate ginger (Whoosh)
Jiggy jiggy on deck, gyal give neck
OFB surely got a TEC (Woi oi)
You know man haffi mek
Sh*t den, fek
Baby, let's run up a check (You know, you know)

Ayy, spin this coupe (Skrrt, skrrt)
I just seen somethin' (Rrr)
Shoulda never been in vids and I wouldn’t seen you
It wouldn’t be nothin' (It wouldn't be nothin')
Grr, I wan' squeeze somethin' (Baow)'
Bad man don’t squeeze for nothin' (Nah)
Bad man don’t brandish machine for fun
Man beat big 'matic and make people run (Gang, gang)
You ain't never bust corn, you're a liar (Liar)
None of them pussies are riders (None of them)
All of them tired, sleeping (Sleeping)
When we pull up in the evenin' (Ahh)
Creepin' (Grr, baow, baow)
Families grievin'

(Rxckson)
(That's RA$H)

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