Sink A Boat

[Verse 1: Blade Brown]

A lot of rappers talking, they're lying

I'm with my nigga Giggs and I ain't talking bout Ryan

Fam it's stuck up in this rat race

'06 buss a strap case, '05 buss a food case

'04 buss a robbery with violence and weapons

Dargie I'm just waiting on my new case

True stories fam I'll show you the papers

I ain't in it for the fame, just show me the papers

Cause I've been moving peng since 3210s

You was playing with your friends, I was playing with the skengs

Fam we get the food then park it on the scales

Nigga this ain't shotting, this is marketing and sales

Like, on the block all day with them Oz's

Life ain't cosy the neighbours are nosy

The whole block knows me, they know that I'm OG

Went from a Q to a whole ki, Blade nigga

[Chorus: Fem Fel]

We got guns that'll sink a boat

And we got funds so don't think we won't

Food got the whole block fidgeting

Man I'm fed up of these bitch niggas mimicking

We got guns that'll sink a boat

And we got funds so don't think we won't

Food got the whole block fidgeting

Man I'm fed up of these bitch niggas mimicking

[Verse 2: Giggs]

I've gotta stay low from the feds

On a mad one, trying to get this bloody yayo in again

Mummy knows I ain't an angel

She knows there ain't a halo on my head

Niggas calling me the older boss

Knuckz that's my right hand, squeezing his revolver off

And he doesn't like man stunting on him

So you better know what's good

When he tells you "take your Rolley off"

In the trap getting rid of loads of dots

3:45am and I'm nearly dozing off

And I'm really sick of this shit, but I'm holding on

Imagine my living's on this chip that they phone me on

Let's get in deeper see

You might be in the game, but you ain't in it as deep as me

Got a bunch of nutcases loading up the heat for me

Trident on the case, and I know they want a piece of me

[Chorus: Fem Fel]

We got guns that'll sink a boat

And we got funds so don't think we won't

Food got the whole block fidgeting

Man I'm fed up of these bitch niggas mimicking

We got guns that'll sink a boat

And we got funds so don't think we won't

Food got the whole block fidgeting

Man I'm fed up of these bitch niggas mimicking

[Verse 3: Giggs]

The amount of times I've loaded up for war

I left all my emotions at the door

I ain't joking any more

Squeeze off, you'll see the bright light

Have you hoping it's the Lord

I'm a rassclart Pecky man

Empty the suttin in your rassclart Etiennes

It didn't have to end up like this, but you pestered man

I told these little dickheads this shit, will get messy fam

[Verse 3: Blade Brown]

You know it's Blade and the Hollowman

I can see through these pussies like holograms

If you want work holla fam

I've got that food you can sniff, smoke with or swallow fam

We make that block money, hard rock money

Never gonna stop, run from the cops money

Bathing Apes top money, ice watch money

Half these pussies probably never even had a box money