SKR

Teddy! Yeah, yeah... Left a boy 6 foot deep or make them incinerate him and spread his ashes Stuff that boy with bells, make him do a 360 or backflip Was he in a leotard? Was it the Olympics? Did he get a gold medal? Was it gymnastics? Nah Smoke in the air Was it fireworks or matches? Nah Sports mode, feds can’t catch this car SKR High speed chase, tell a bad B plug that Why you tryna put it in your bra? Feds try frisk man Laugh in his face, better luck next time officer Night ‘til day man’s grafting late Just me, Lyca Nokia Babylon try radio for the helicopter but I already bailed out of the car I mount the pavement and jump the railings Disappear like a mirage Fuck every human, dog and horse that works for Scotland Yard Just done London Tower, Waterloo, Blackfriars, Blackwall, Rotherhithe in the same car Word to the ANPR, ughh Kriss Akabusi, man run off Anyhow that it weighs under Please don’t call me or ask ‘What’s the motive today’ When you call my number Red button, hang up If you’re not talking papes, you sound like an Oompa Loompa Pick up food and make it vanish It’s magic Ta-da Alakazam Grades and a swam Lick down a grizzly bear or a man Wish I could crash into the Serco van Free up the whole of the Black Ring gang Ain't singing in the station like Duran Duran Bump out your face Now you look like an orangutan Went OT, didn’t go Camber Sands Left a boy 6 foot deep or make them incinerate him and spread his ashes Stuff that boy with bells, make him do a 360 or backflip Was he in a leotard? Was it the Olympics? Did he get a gold medal? Was it gymnastics? Nah Smoke in the air Was it fireworks or matches? Nah Sports mode, feds can’t catch this car SKR High speed chase, tell a bad B plug that Why you tryna put it in your bra? Feds try frisk man Laugh in his face, better luck next time officer Night ‘til day man’s grafting late Just me, Lyca, Nokia I’m looking out for the Astras, Vectras, Mercedes Sprinters and Transit vans Ford Focus and Mondeos too Link cats and act like we’re shaking hands They pass me the money and we have a little small talk “Oi how’s your day been?” Couldn’t give a damn Then when it’s time for the goodbye handshake I pass over the contraband Opps don’t bang, I guess they’re celibate Stepped in looking like a sell a bit Skunk weed, yeah well chemical medicine Rustlers frowning at the smell of it (Bumbaclart) Put points on the score board Cah im tryna increase the deficit Leave man stiff on the laminate floorboards If he can’t control his beverage Check my recent calls if you wanna see my bank balance I should be on Britain’s Got Talent The way I juggle and flip and do disappearing trick from the white man that hold baton Dirty gammon Still cut white girl like West End salon Then put it on the scale with the measurement that says gram on Left a boy 6 foot deep or make them incinerate him and spread his ashes Stuff that boy with bells, make him do a 360 or backflip Was he in a leotard? Was it the Olympics? Did he get a gold medal? Was it gymnastics? Nah Smoke in the air Was it fireworks or matches? Nah Sports mode, feds can’t catch this car SKR High speed chase, tell a bad B plug that Why you tryna put it in your bra? Feds try frisk man Laugh in his face, better luck next time officer Night ‘til day man’s grafting late Just me, Lyca, Nokia