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[Verse 1: Shotty Horroh] I'm tryna jam They know I'm at the back, they can smell my dank 0161, I keep it Manc I made the whole place smell like damn Walked in the place and they know who I am They're tryna get a quick pic for the gram Quick smile, gonna do sum'n for the cam? Yeah G, safe bro, wagwar fam Cor we got the clout round these ways Dem man don't get down like me mate Ammo by the ounce that we blaze Dem mandem there roll like cheap skates And I'm in the club in an all black Sprayway On my J.O.B like date day The guy came in with his wifey But I beat that first like Ray Jay Anyway shit that's anything same way Man drops bombs somebody say mayday I drop bombs I think I'm kay slay Man'll get spun in the ring like beyblades Used to have to grab a little thing on late late Nowadays every day feels like payday We don't watch fakes, we don't care what they say Man I'm tryna jam, kick back, get wavy [Verse 2: Shotty Horroh] I'm tryna blaze They know I'm at the back they can smell my haze Bouncers makin' screwed up faces He thinks he's a badboy coz he's got mates I'm in the club with twenty-five mates We don't want a problem, we just wanna rave Well man act way too hard on the stage Well you can die-hard like yippee ki-yay Cor we got the clout round these ways Dem man don't get like me mate My bredrin's on bid like ebay I pray to God we'll all be safe Probly why we stay high Smoke like hippies I don't do trips but the shit's too trippy Used to sell bens outside of the chippy Man had the peng, the peng was sticky All I ever wanted was a cheque from Diddy Still hasn't happened, shit's no Biggie They used to tell me 'low this thing it's silly But now I see you there in the crowd Going ghillie And you know me man I roll deep like Wiley I'm in the corner I think I'm Dizzie 0161 I did it for the city Where the rain don't stop and the light's so pretty [Verse 3: Shotty Horroh] I'm tryna live They know I'm at the back they can smell my spliff 0161 I came from Britz Everybody knows my face in the bits Walked in the place bare-faced with your bitch Big boy zoot just stuck to the lip Man's tryna pull me aside for a pic? Bro, fuck your Snapchat! Dun off the clip Cor we got the clout round these parts Them mandem aren't built like we are I might have to church your girlfriend Pull up I'm like wagwar sweetheart I walked in and she's like who's that? All eyes on me like 2Pac You don't know me though bro, move back Or I might just move like Liu Kang Two tool's let me do this new dance Man skanks like nobody's watchin' But your girlfriend knows man's on tings Since your contact's highlight 'hops it' Then I beat that quick, no long ting Then it's delete to move to the block list She said I can't just gwan like God's gift I said ok darlin' watch this