Hood Antics

Yeah, I'm stiff when I skank I'm cranked in the rave with a whiff and a shank And I swear to God, my mum would go mad If she ever knew how much they'd left that rack I, call my grub that elastic pack Cuh I grab the food, then I stretch that back Put notes in the stack till it goes snap Hit sales on my bike till the wheel's flat I, burn plastic bags till they go black Weigh peng on the scales till they go flat Spray bars at a crowd till they go mad Make chicks' eyes squint till they roll back Skrrr in the ding dong till I get catch Drop game on the yats till I get gash And I've been the same since Dad had a say So fam, I would backchat till I got lashed Please don't act up, please don't play Too many antics, too many games So many borers, so many flames Too many tracksuits, too many chains So many baby mums and young dads Too many crazy dons who back shanks Run from the studio to go trap Hood antics, we're out for that cash O-o-o-oK Get garms to my yard and I don't pay Sleep in a hotel and I don't pay XOYO and I don't pay Get love in the dance but I don't say Onstage at a show but I don't spray Man can't try a ting cause I don't play Known in the rave scene but I don't rave Got packs of the green but I don't Said got packs of the green but I don't blaze Wake up midday but I don't laze Eat food on the field but I don't graze Bristol Motion on tour with the lads I sprayed, missed the drop, and the crowd went mad All the hard work in the scene for my mum I beat off the gram, then my mum gets sad Please don't act up, please don't play Too many antics, too many games So many borers, so many flames Too many tracksuits, too many chains So many baby mums and young dads Too many crazy dons who back shanks Run from the studio to go trap Hood antics, we're out for that cash West 10, I'm a Grove side G I had to grow fast cause of roadside beef Got handed a tool and I got Ps Got touched in the warfare and I did bleed If I ain't down in Brixton with my family I'm in Camden with the YGGs S-d-daint, Strally and PK are my dons You could never violate my GGs Try and violate my GGs I'll jump out the cab with a live 33 Sawn off on the IC3 We're cold, you'll get burnt by my icy Gs My Air Max save me when the cops come So I've gotta thank Nike like North does What's a best friend? Cause I ain't got one But I got a friend who's close to the shotgun Please don't act up, please don't play Too many antics, too many games So many borers, so many flames Too many tracksuits, too many chains So many baby mums and young dads Too many crazy dons who back shanks Run from the studio to go trap Hood antics, we're out for that cash