Hardest Out

[Intro] Yo RV, Headie One Starish Ent, OFB, free the mandem Rah, it's BKay Bkay on the beat Drillers & Trappers out now The One mixtape coming soon, Cruddy On The Streets 2 coming soon Rah, it's BKay Starishent dot com [Verse 1: Headie One] I see them man dasheen Cah they always been talkers, see me in the flesh, it's always been waters They come like the boy there Ashley I keep the skeng close like Roadman Shaq and Asnee Come like I'm on the lurk for a boy band, the way that I search for them boys on the backstreet And what the fuck's rap, when I'm still live in the T Just last night I had to flush that pack, now that's somewhere in the sea I rip my 23's, rudeboy I can tell you 'bout doors and hinges CPS tryna get papers printed and still I NFA on these bitches OFB, all of this work on the T, my trap game on fleek Cah I know that this beef ain't cheap Them man said they're on me, them man lie too much I put designer on bae-bae's feet, and I don't even like them on mine, too tough Interview room stay silent, new skeng needs a silencer I fell in love with the silent stuff I can't mix pleasure with business, sorry hun Big 4 we ain't leaving no stitches, get him from close or distance [Verse 2: RV] Slap man in the head or torso Jump out the ride, we're still moving, gotta do it like Grand Theft Auto Tuggzy and Headz my bang bros, and I ain't talking about pornos I was out there with gloves and a mask when I should've been wearing my school clothes All straight cash, no sort code Go park and test this chrome Still throw up F's and O's Them pricks ride out on snap, in my hood phone gets left at home They ain't on at all, I don't know why they think they're bad Shh curled up in a ball, so I had to ching mans back On the opp block in Kervans, eating or takeaway Catch man tryna take his bae, that shit there will make my day Gun sounds like 808s, put him on a box like David Haye You can hold this corn like a man, if not then you're taking chase They run from me and they run their lips, opps ain't bad, they stunt in vids Tools on deck, we come equiped, sawn off cost five hundred quid Chest shot, blow out your lungs and ribs Mandem say I'm too violent, I just laugh 'cause I love this shit [Verse 3: Headie One] Lean and finesse this drilling Or fly out the ride, fishing, I'm really tryna catch me a big one Lil' bro done 14 days in the T, tryna up his income Holding a skeng that I left my prints on Done birds that I ain't tryna catch me a big one, drilling and trapping with wisdom Nowadays I don't know who out here wanna do me, I'm feeling like Abraham Lincoln Keep a Tre for the opps moving booky, you're real lucky if you catch me loosy I could've been three years into this eight, now I'm three bites into the steak 90 on the M, gotta dodge these jakes, two on the Q, I might [?] Middle finger to the judge, they done Brad dirty, that was unjust Lil' bro doing up opp block, tryna catch a M-K-ThePlug That's no income, no funds Bro-bro just go there and do it for the gang, that's love All I know is grub, got some TT [?], got to do it all up OFB do the baitest bootings, the streets know it's all us All of this violence and blood, interview room, stay silent it's a must I been in the jailhouse too much, I'm tired of metal and cuffs [Verse 4: RV] I ain't got a point to prove or make I really had skengs in the ride and I buss red lights tryna lose those Jakes God strike me down if I'm lying All this corn I've been flying, they add K but no one ain't dying How many times have they got away, I'll soon get man down it's all timing How many years I been riding, all this time they been hiding On the opp block with Headie, me and my dawg like Peter and Brian All these packs I been buying, Get Rich or Die Tryin' Got six figures in savings, but keep it private like Ryan Ayy, my black rambo that's my BM Ayy, and I gotta keep it close, cah you know that the streets ain't safe Ayy, drilling and trapping in my DNA I don't know these youts from the Nine, but they make diss tracks like Meek and Drake Freddy and Jason, you know that's me and H Ayy, we're the reason that they leave their mates Burst with my chrome, burn my clothes, can't leave no trace I got a bag full of bells, that's new, the guns old like Theresa May [Outro] OFB Starish Ent Hardest Out, GRM Hardest out for real Starishent dot com Rah, it's BKay