Fire In The Booth

Part 1 [Intro: Charlie Sloth, Michael Buffer & Kwengface] You know what time it is when you hear this right? Let's get ready to rumble Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Let's get 'em bro Round one, let's go Look [Verse 1] Know me, tryna get rich akh, so I'm out 'ere, tryna misch mash I get paid off streaming, I get paid off the Kit Kats Bro-bro flip that, dip that, aim for his boat, man sink that When a man lurk on your block, I'm pulling on tings like "yo, where the pricks at?" Lost bread so I took back bread, now they call me the bagdat Pull up in a stolen truck, would've thought it was mum pulling up in that Qashqai Gyal said that a mans getting older, she said "when you gonna act right?" I said that I don't even know 'cause the food, haffi' flip and the opps need to flatline If you see us man in the cut, you run out of luck like you just seen a magpie What you know about riding 'nuff, I rid so much that I killed off my trapline But I'm back in full effect, grab them bags, grab them Z's, no chill, man do it again Yo, I could talk about these yutes all day but I ain't tryna waste my breath Cah all you're gonna hear is, he got chinged and he got shot and cheffed And okay, I hear that saying that you can't mix beef with bread But I'm 'bout to make some super bands and blow this all on skengs Lost bread so I took back bread, ments, this trapboy life's intense I just sold like a rousand rebs, huh, I ain't gotta send no texts Now the D's on me for the drugs, no way can they get this hotline True say that they got that one time, told them "swear on my life it's not mine" See bro in a buss down ting, German whizz, told him I soon cop mine And I trust in broski's whip, no bicarb and the ting just locks right I'm in OT serving shots, man's feeling like Q2T I just see Jakes at the bando so I might off my phone for the eve' Yo, she thinks she's nice for the inches, off that wig and weave When a mans low on P's, mans gotta rise that bread like yeast I been stuck in a trap for weeks, it's peak, ain't seen none of my G's Long time a mans seen Skully, been a long time that a mans seen Squeeze Yo Oi Part 2 [Intro: Charlie Sloth & Kwengface] I see you Kwengface, I see you my guy Come on, you know how it gets I see you mate, wow You ain't come to mess about tonight, that's for sure Not at all bro Brigades Know how it gets man Let's go in bro Come on man, free the guys Final lap my guy Rah, it's BKay Look [Chorus] I tell bae-bae, like "please don't stress me" How many times have we lurked and a man got dipped in his tee like Tetley? OT, serving that grub, pass your lug 'cause a man needs plenty Peng ting on your boy, Canada Goose and her makeup's Fenty [Verse 1] Look, they say that smoke cause heart attack If I make mans white tee red, stressed, know as an Art Attack If I take mans grub, mans gone in the mist, you know you can't call us back Peng browning from 'suh, all on man and her arse is fat Yo, man see Jakes, I parked that whip, hopped out then I parked that pack My bro's on bail for a stick, I pray that they don't call him back My phone went mad when I touched down, so I brought a next quarter back If you're past 25 and you're still doing gang, you're known as a artefact Gyally on me when I arch this back Like true say, man'll get boom, true say, man'll get kwenged I'm in OT serving leng, I just smashed out a rousand rebs Put my ting in LV drip, she better just hold this skeng Whip that work, whip that skeng on the M25 or the 4's in pebs I was 17 tryna out these Z's, doing a Z a day on my ped I was 17 when I bought me a dotty, dotty too long, had to get that cheffed I was 18 when I slapped that led, I was 19 tryna smoke mans head Now mans 20 tryna fill plenty, I thought I was rich when I stacked up 10 [Chorus] I tell bae-bae, like "please don't stress me" How many times have we lurked and a man got dipped in his tee like Tetley? I'm in OT, serving that grub, pass your lug 'cause a man needs plenty Peng ting on your boy, Canada Goose and her makeup's Fenty [Verse 2] Yo, back that 15, lengthy, man dip-dip like a man get cheffy Leave 10 in your back like Messi, he tripped up and shit got messy Nah G, man I ain't had brekky, only sit down just to count these reddies And I don't know nuttin' 'bout labels, mans out 'ere smashing them Z'es Yo, 4 and a half of me get chopped and the 2's of the AM get ghost Stay binning them cones and I got Kit Kat's ringing my phone And nah, this ain't no tic tac, roll up hit that, hit a man, ghost Roll up, roll up, hit a man, ghost, mad man, really tryna hit a mans throat On the M way doing up dash, hitting like 90 straight to the cash 2 rousand rebs on me, no way I can slug this pack Yo, Shay's tryna talk 'bout rap but I'm tryna get a 9 off each out the trap I just outed the last of my pack, now I'm in booth tryna make me a track I remember like 014, no money and boot cut jeans Now I just step in Harrods, like I want a size 8 in these But I just wanna mash this bread, I just wanna make this P But the opps tryna draw me out, how you gonna talk when your pockets on E? How you gonna say that you splashed yourself? How you gonna talk that lie when Kweng and P done splashed as well? Fucking hell, free my guys in the fucking cell [Outro: Charlie Sloth & Kwengface] Come on, Kwengface Fucking hell Oi, welcome to the Champions League my guy Come on, quickly bruv, light work out ere You're in the big time my guy Out 'ere I think it's gonna be a fantastic year for you my G Come on, normal, normal, normal Oi, you know it's special when I start using words like fantastic You know what I mean? Yeah man You went in bro (Yeah), my guy and that right there... that right there, is Fire (Fire) In The Booth