Ropes

[Intro] Meet me in the field fuck a phone call Beats by Yamaica Productions baby Man roll there, skin haffi get burnt I ain't tryna do it one hand and angle it Beats by Yamaica Productions baby Hold it straight then strangle it Could never be war cah them man are on ropes [Verse 1] Fuck five-O Still thump man up on the high road Told him "come round the corner" and he said no You know what? I don't even blame him, though 'Cause he's nuttin' like man and he would've got soaked 'Dem love run like Raheem but I've got sterling Sterling, yeah, that's smoke Headtop turner, man are on volts, man See my face and they know That it's time for them to go home Part that crowd of people like Moses When I do the dirt just like moles And I've got the drop for one more So it's still gunshot for a paigon hoe Upsuh, upsuh, 4am Phone still ring, it's on silent, though American Dad, Family Guy Storage Hunters, Cleveland Show Mud and snow Never been wrapped by the nitties and an O Axe on me 24 and the bruddas dem know They get stained They've gotta pay that out of that dough Not fair but you know how the ting go Man don't? Then they will rasclart learn I don't organise beef like Hearn Man roll there? Skin haffi get burned Yeah, you thought you was the man in your adlibs Squeeze up your car, now you're really doing skrrt (Skr!) Hands on bro? Don't be absurd Mark my words (Mark my words) Vegetable or six feet in earth Cabbage or get the opposite of birth [Chorus] Fill up the stick with stones Fill up the stick with stones Aim for the target, hit them bones Could never be war cuh dem man are on ropes Fill up the stick with stones Fill up the stick with stones, lead cologne Or I've got the joobie on me Joob-joob, now he's crawling like Phil Jones Fill up the stick with stones Fill up the stick with stones Aim for the target, hit them bones Could never be war cuh dem man are on ropes Fill up the stick with stones Fill up the stick with stones, lead cologne Or I've got the joobie on me Joob-joob, now he's crawling like Phil Jones [Verse 2] Fill up the candy cane with sweets Cuh I'm knee-deep in skreets Like, what have you done this week? Talked greaze on beats? You've got a cheek Joob is crawling, Stevie G Joob-joob-joob-joob, joob is schleep Man think becuh I said deep That I won't boot like boot that's beat Quickly turn it Paid In Full If them tell me that and nuh eat But it ain't a motion picture And I'm with Santoro, not Victor Kane in the cut but it ain't no picture YG active, local (Deya!) Meet me in the field, fuck a phone call (Come see me) Unruly on the Gaza (Deya!) They ball for the ref, I've got my own rules (Yeah) They don't want beef, they want tofu (Ha!) And they don't want arms, they want toes too Chatty Run into shop, front shutters Tripping over rubbish (Hahaha!) Shouting on the mains Hoping the boydem's coming (Snitch) I'll take it out on his cousin (Bow!) Everything I spit, I done it (Woah) Check dem man if they're wired (Woah) 5am, I ain't tired (No) Piss and poo still flying (Oh) See him in the Blue and it's frying Said he does a 1-2, but he's lying I cut through and do main like a lion Frontline, bright BM with the iron [Chorus] Fill up the stick with stones Fill up the stick with stones Aim for the target, hit them bones Could never be war cuh dem man are on ropes Fill up the stick with stones Fill up the stick with stones, lead cologne Or I've got the joobie on me Joob-joob, now he's crawling like Phil Jones Fill up the stick with stones Fill up the stick with stones Aim for the target, hit them bones Could never be war cuh dem man are on ropes Fill up the stick with stones Fill up the stick with stones, lead cologne Or I've got the joobie on me Joob-joob, now he's crawling like Phil Jones [Verse 3] Come like man propose a man's Fetty Hold it two-handed and steady Can't come my corner, stay edgy If man tell me that I'm washed It's probably 'cause I caught him already Gyal give uck and I give shelly Cut round there about 3:30 3:45, I'm gone already (Garn!) I ain't tryna do it one-hand and angle it Hold it straight, then strangle it Problem popper, we handle it Opps Next Door, moving all frantic Dargs from the East and 'cross the Atlantic But know it's Lewisham where Mad Max is Deya pon the Gaza, everyting not nice Touch one of mine? That's not wise (Nah) Boaty capsized (Bow!) Perks and gems get baptised (Bow!) Rep TG, them bad guys (Tizzy!) Still throw Ellz like Badside (Woah) 2 2 shells, fuck magpie (Woah) Real bad luck's when the mag rise (Yeah) Said you've got a MAC? You tap light (Liar) They ain't got three bags, their stack's light But they love buy creps and plush ride Till man come riddle that X5 Fly outskirts in the X6 Mash works and flog, then we mek hits Fill stick with stones and we press it Gyal had head off bed and me pressed it Up on Black Heath where me test it They had their feet up resting How are you a big man and still watch wrestling? Love acting and impressing If I got diagnosed, I'd have a section Oh my Lord, I love weapons But I'll still punch man up for bro Cuh I ain't got no bredrins Stump man where man tek it Every last ting, that's exit [Chorus] Fill up the stick with stones Fill up the stick with stones Aim for the target, hit them bones Could never be war cuh dem man are on ropes Fill up the stick with stones Fill up the stick with stones, lead cologne Or I've got the joobie on me Joob-joob, now he's crawling like Phil Jones Fill up the stick with stones Fill up the stick with stones Aim for the target, hit them bones Could never be war cuh dem man are on ropes Fill up the stick with stones Fill up the stick with stones, lead cologne Or I've got the joobie on me Joob-joob, now he's crawling like Phil Jones