Mad About Bars

Part 1 [Intro: Kenny Allstar] I'm ready for this one It's Kenny Allstar Giving the streets what they want One time for NPK Let's do this Right now, man's showcasing the dark side of Tottenham Uncs, GP, KayyKayy, let's go in [Verse 1: GP] Gunner If it ain't my Sinners, it's my GM's that be pressuring curbs That's two in a Q in the bando, then I phone bro like "Let's see bird" When I step it's Nike or Hugo, never used to see me in Slazenger Bad B wan' bruck her neck, when she see me in the passenger Bad B wan' bruck her neck, is it only me or she got no bra? Bro dishin''' out packs of dark, thats 8 on a ounce of buj True say that the guys are shook They don't jump out, they drive and look True say that they don't take risks, them man bruck they hide and diss Free up Kado and free up 6ix Locked in the wing cos they handle their buis' Still get grim when Sin Squad step Now the boys in blue wanna take my friends Heard there's opps, chillin with them man Someone's fools if you think we're friends Get slumped or you get cheffed Half hearts contemplate on a vest Joobie dip that down til it bends Oh shit, how the fuck did it bend? That .45 is immense, hollow tip sweep a horse off its legs I trapped hard for that bread, slide through masked up with some lead Got Duracells in that dotz, don't slip 'n' slide, you'll get shot When I'm blacked out like a goth, I'm creeping max house for his dosh Don't make a sound you'll get boxed Don't move around you'll get shot Snub nose in my palm, show me what you got in your loft Where's the keys, where's the crops? I want everything that you got [Verse 2: Uncs] Sin Squad step, get it correct Aim for your chest, not for your leg When I step, demon thoughts Tryna put blood on my sword Jigga lean and bop with that dotts Why'd I PO bop with that Glock? I got many girls in South, cah they know in North I'm a boss, hey Skid, skrr serious lurk I see big men looking like nerds, Sin Squad step, lurk, sick in the head disturb S skid, skrr, countless times Or wheels on the pedal go round Sin Squad lurk step on your turf O, givin these little boys clout Fat shank on my waist like J, I jump out, don't scream or shout Run man down ah, I had the thing on me Had to duck from the CID This beef is intense We beefin big men, gunshots and raindrops you get drenched [Verse 3: KayyKayy] Sin Squad pull up and left shit drenching Park Lane bop through the Aves already Sinners shift with six on the spin Got bells in the botty, it's way too heavy You don't wanna see OJ in his dip Splash man down in Nikes, not wellies Couldn't really give two fucks bout Niners, that's why we done up the Woods already POB'K what where? You was there when your friend got teared It's ments, all the opps are scared We're dishing out smoke and they're dishing out air Sin Squad step with countless things We drenched old men and countless kids We taped off blocks and countless strips All now nuttin ain't bounced or hit Splash, Park Lane Bop Shit then a opp got shot Four door whizz, me JV and Shots Sin Squad step on anyone's block Black blade drench up anyone's boss KayyKayy stain up anyone's gwop Still no losses, your friend got got It ain't my fault, we're just on job My Sinners steps, my Laners bop I don't clean no stains with no average mop I do them drills and it's all for the squad The life I live is on tops Beefing cops and wannabe opps Them man snitch, got gang in the box They'll soon come home, that's back where they belong That's back where they belong (Sinners) Part 2 [Intro: Kenny Allstar] M1OnTheBeat Shoutout to Simpz on the production on the last one Hail up M1OnTheBeat on this one M1OnTheBeat So it's Kenny Allstar, we're going back in again It's the dark side of Totty It's MixtapeMadness.com All of that good stuff Sin Squad [Verse 4: Uncs] She said she love me what a lie, I just love these rides, ay Did he get thirteen, did he get nine? Italian shoes, so boy, I look fly I'm with Rambo, he might murder a guy Sin Squad step, fit nine in a kid Or we put heat in a neek Opps got beef with the G Nine in a Jesus piece You don't believe in Jesus, why you got a Jesus piece? Her man wan' diss, I still got love for my Wood Green chick .44 dots, rambos and flicks, baby, your man can't do it like this We lurk, we lurk Leave blood on shirts We splash consistent, that's back road chingings Now mummy can't find her kitchen We trap, mash and violate G's Everybody bop, can't do it like me I'm honest to you, I was like FBG It's me P Rico, Durk n me Defending the block like Kompany, or, defending the block like Vidic Man's up front, Rashford no missing Don't lack, JV on my hip, I pray that I don't get caught like— I pray that I don't get caught like Swift If I ever do, swing 'n' ching Sin Squad step and make man drown 10 o'clock news if they want clout, he got 13, shoulda got more And this food peng like Lira Galore Nah, they can't do it like me I'm on OBlock with Chief and Keef [Verse 5: KayyKayy] Can't step in my Park Lane district That strip's restricted, my mum's just tripping, asking me where's her kitchen, sorry it's missing Sin Squad step, get it correct Get dipped in your face, back, arm and chest Know that we slide with bells on deck Hit him in his back, he's more than stressed My lil bros just want ching and drench They should've known better, they left him ments Right now the L's got too much skengs I swear down 6ix would've loved this shit Free BX, would've loved it too None of us drink, but we all spill juice Trap and bang and splash these yutes I heard that shh got smoked like zoots Shoutout Sav, 'cah he splashed these wallies And I'm all stressed My black blade still ain't touched nobody My brainless boy's got a blindless botty Shells too hot like coffee I heard he try off somebody Shit den, stress man, he shoulda said sorry I still get Park Lane boppy, when I buck opps I'm way too jolly And Uncs said the opps like Wenger Free 6ix, that's my favourite kweffer Anytime Sin Squad step that's numerous holes in your jeans and sweater How you gon' diss on tracks when you did that dash when your friend got wet up? [Verse 6: GP] (Gunner) Way too chatty How many times has Sinners stepped and left big men in nappies? Talk 'bout dirt on the Lane Should I talk bout six with Sally? How's man questioning me? I'm GP and I'm way too slappy Big bro got fuck off corn Same length as my Duracell batteries All the verbal on the net is long I told lil bro go slap at MacD's We drillers forreal, them man only drillers on tracks, or drillers on flatscreens Real money on armed response Lil' bro rise out the pump in the taxi I'm done with pressuring punks, but I'm still in the ride with my shank in the backseat I hate when they do the dash, them man fast, they running like Ash Can't be bummy like Lampz, so I hit the trap with bits of peng Bitch just scaled off Blanco, so in the trap she look like Shrek My brownin' think I'm a keeper, sorry baby, do I look like Cech? Oh shit, now I sound like Uncs, 15 inch made the pagans run They scream "Anyting green get bun" but every time they see Wood Green they run They got so much hate for the 2's but never in their life have they spilt some juice Do a drill, then sip some juice OMG, bro nearly hit two But I'm still glad bro hit one, that's another 'ooting that Sin Squad done In the trap with the 2 in the blue I ain't going home till everything move What golden boot? We do chingings and bootings, most of the opps been touched by who?