[Intro]
(Enzo)
[Verse 1: Dezzie]
Came in skates, fresh out the box from Louis (Louis)
Before I ever chose to wear Lyle & Scott, the stitch on my jeans were Truey (Truey, Truey)
You ain't ever had to wet down a paigon (Ah)
And go back home with your shank all gooey (I wet that)
Xd cocked and loaded, the bells that we have ain't little like Stewie
I had Nisha baggin' up grub, we was comin' like Tariq, comin' like Effie (You know, you know)
Course your life's in danger, cah we got big smokе, Jme, Skeppy (Bop-bop)
Free KT, he got grabbеd, two smokes (Turn up, turn up)
He used to have it out here live and eleccy (Skrrt-skrrt)
Alarm bells on the landin' (Creep, creep)
Shh got
He got shaved up for brekky
[Verse 2: Izzpot]
Skrrrt bap
That's how it's soundin'
He ain't dead, but I'm tryna pronounce him
They say rap, but I'm really pronouncin'
Donny went swimmin', then he went drownin'
When I have a stand-off, I move astoundin'
I left him still like say he was grounded
You can't ask how many I gave him, I gave him a few like say I was countin' (You know, creep)
Shit pees in a meme coin
Twenty-four hours had Ps for a G-lock (Oh yeah)
On the road, Day-Date's on buss down
Had me in jail spendin' P's on a G-Shock
Lol, I wear glasses so I can see opps
I need a load out, somethin' like BOps
Cah now you see me shop in Amiri
Back in the days I was shoppin' in Peacocks
[Verse 3: Headie One]
Had a bad B get the .4s In the club
We all know blackjack, the queen's a slag, my little bro really try lift one up
Like Fat Joe, he was leanin' back (Turn)
Still fill the nizz with Lambo trucks, I'm feelin' like Pastor T in SPAC (Turn, turn, turn)
I was in the wokhouse feelin' flat (Turn up)
Now these pockets feelin' fat
I still can't war with an eediat (Turn)
Bro, why you think the G-lock got power?
Where the fuck's Tommy Egan at? (Suh-suh-suh)
Bro done a bird and he wanna come home off the wing
Tryna do a Kylian Mbapp-, bap, bap, bap, bap
Yo, why you think they don't wanna free up Klap?
[Verse 4: Dezzie]
She don't listen to UK drill, but still knows them man are neeks (Neeks)
Like Durk, I'm signed to the streets
The ting got six, seven bells like Liquez (Yeah)
Walk in the dance, before it was Balencis, now I got the CC print on my sneaks (Chanel-y)
Gyal know I'm official, I run up the bag, go check the receipts (You know, you know)
Yo, I'm in Mayfair doin' up COYA
It was legal fees with my lawyer (Yeah, yeah)
Me, I got this bad one, she don't want date night
She wants to chop me down like suya
Shush got shh didn't make it home
Feel sorry for hooyo, hooyo
Shawty popped up, said we bored up her bredrin
Said I annoy her, annoy her (Creep, uh)
[Verse 5: Izzpot]
I was all gassed when I got down one opp
Then I got two and times that by three
When I was young, used to step with Mindi's
Then I stepped with the two times sixteen
I was raised in the farm, not your average teen
Do you think I could rap if my boots were clean? (How?)
Before I ever made a verse on a tape
I was out in the 8 really tapin' scenes (Creep, creep, creep, creep)
I got two shorties, that's ménage à trois
One got a face, but she got no arse (Creep, creep, creep, creep)
I hate when they're ratchet and have no class
But it's cool cah it means I can beat more fast
After I beat, I leave that in the past
You're sayin' she's yours, I'm sayin' she's ours
The whole time she's thinkin' I like her
I'm tryna land class B in her yard
[Verse 6: Headie One]
Too much sweets, pick n' mix (Suh-suh)
Lost three smokes, that's a fifteen quid
Still get the G-locks fresh in the box (Suh-suh)
They've been comin' like a three-piece and chips
Ever since opps try sneak widda diss
Lord knows somebody been sleepin' since
I was eighteen in Aberdeen
My second strike put the P in the whips (Yeah)
Before rap, I put the re in the mix
Two smokes up, I don't have to sleep on shit (No)
We put the G in GBG
You know more time, it's immediate (One)
And I still put the flee in flick
Emerald diamonds, did it with prongs
I'm feelin' like Buzz Lightyear with the pointers
To infinities and beyond
[Outro: Headie One]
One more time
