Playing Out

Uh What you on about, Mum? (And it's Window K) (Sausage sarnie, straight out the car park, bless ya) Mmm Mum said, "What d'you do at the weekend?" I said I spat random bars in random bars in mandem's yard And brought loads of drinks on grandad's car And O-M tank was hard but Frank got barred for blasting half But anyway, it's sunny on a Sunday, Mum, what's crackin' off? But it's not finishing there, I'm Spitting it bare and sipping this beer More time when I jump on a beat, this Riddim is rare, you're listening clear What you're snorting's wank, I don't Talk to Frank, I don't listen in there But do me a favour, pass me that empty bottle, I'm pissing in it Clash me? That's not the right move Better go have a look on Rightmove, right move Yeah, I'm a tycoon Food's passed out windows like drive throughs And bag of herbs for tea just like Typhoos Not me, I buy booze, dark fruits Yeah, that's what the bar sells You do your ting, mine's Martell I'm sick, yeah, that's me Been sick on the F-I-P, I'm sick Differently, and I made different P, I'm a different G I was on Gordon's gin You was on an awkward talking ting, on Your boring ting, I was ordering ching Probably ordered four, I imagine Play it out, out, out-out Play it out, out, out-out Play it out, out, out-out Play it out, and it's just playing out Play it out, out, out-out Play it out, out, out-out Play it out, out, out-out Play it out Alright, come on, let me start, let me go in Window Kid, I'm the best at flowing But I'm off my tree right now and I Don't know which city I've got a show in Oi, mandem, where are we going? Yeah, get me a flyer, show me Oh, my ting, we're going there? Yeah, all the bouncers know me But how do they know? You don't wanna know You don't wanna see me slap it on toe Yo, why are you called Window? 'Cause when I go bookies, I win dough And I'm in this ting for the P What kind of P? Big man P, mushy P Petit bois, get me a car, that kind of P On road, you better look both ways Back then, I weren't shook those days 'Cause I would've took those papes Ecko tracksuit, Umbro shades I was about them days Out in Yates's dining crates I can get you an ounce of haze Or take some teeth straight out of your face But I'm not about that now I'm out and about in town with gal And don't get stressed if I walk in your gaffs I'm ordering this and I'm ordering that like I'm on the phone tryna get bare packs Man are like, "Window, where's that? Is it UK based?" Yeah, that's me, I'm W-I-N-fucking-D Play it out, out, out-out Play it out, out, out-out Play it out, out, out-out Play it out, and it's just playing out Play it out, out, out-out Play it out, out, out-out Play it out, out, out-out Play it out Hey, Mum, I'm going out I'm playing out tonight (No, he's not, he's grounded)