[Verse 1: Haile]
Oops you missed, trying to light up the kid
I stay turnt, I'ma light up this shit
All my boys, see them shine on their wrists
I love my brodies, I'ma die for them kids, man
They wanna know what a nigga just be doing
I put in that work on the low
Tryna get mother out the hoopie, you know I be on the go
Grinding, grinding
It's our time and, I stay rhyming, whoa
High or low, I'ma light up the streets, man
'Bout to blow, I'ma shell down the beat, man
I ain't Hus, but you know that I'm leaning
F what you heard, I just stay up with my G dem
Better banter, rude boy, stand up
You know round here it's no manners
WSTRN, you know we straight bangers
Can't catch us, like na na, na na
[Hook: Haile]
Flex on any, friends not many
Pour that Henny, hit the belly
All my bruddas, really scary
Why you envious, you ain't ready
[Verse 2: AJ Tracey]
Flex on any, friends not many
Goose or 'Berry, man don't joke around like Jim Carrey
My gang's shelly, we from the West, it rains, so get wellies
Know some bears and tigers, no teddies
That will start slash man up for them reddies
Haters all on my dick, oops you missed
Kobe hoop for man, I won't miss
Kobe hit the shot, it goes swish
Gucci sliders, man don't wear riffs
West side blocks, I've done the most shifts
Man's hid food all under my lips
Man's had shanks press up to my hips, trust me
If you see me in the dance with a peng ting
Cuh my name carries weight like it's benching
Doing movies in a mask, no fencing
Tell a brudda move smart with the ten ting
I got a yatty in high street Ken'
Red hair and her pussy purr like a new engine
I'm getting neck up in the Bimma playing Section
I dig dat, and she tick like election
Eye for eye if a brudda wan' beef me
Touch man, ting turn squeezy
Trapping Ain't Dead, bro, believe me
I was water whippin' like Breezy
Bare nerds wanna talk like they're active
But these online dons said they're plastic
I've seen big man jump like elastic
Could'a pumped, would'a made man backflip
[Hook: Haile]
Flex on any, friends not many
Pour that Henny, hit the belly
All my bruddas, really scary
Why you envious, you ain't ready
[Verse 3: Akelle]
Big up all my flexers, big food investers
I've been doing just fine, so I ain't gotta move reckless
Flex on many, got my hood up like Kenny
Got some good luck, my penny gon' turn into a belly, I
Know they're watching everything that I'm copping
Came from locked in the dungeon to bopping around in London
We're the bouncer, you'll get bruk up
Run your mouth up, I'm still active with my cutter
Dargie, I'm smoking grade like Bob Marley
Manaman are a Rasta, I ain't no [?]
Don't do Charlie, more time I'm with Barbie
But I was with your baby mum in my party
[Hook: Haile]
Flex on any, friends not many
Pour that Henny, hit the belly
All my bruddas, really scary
Why you envious, you ain't ready
[Verse 4: Yung Fume]
I flex on many
I pour the Henny
Friends not many
I hit the belly
Like man, like man, like man serve the food in Kelly's
Like man got, man got, man got piff, smelly, ay
Man got piff, smelly
Who's your bitch? Trying to slide in that picture
Foreign whip, I'ma light up this shit, man
Free my brodies doing time for this shit, man
Just lit my stogie, I set fire to this shit, man
Hopped out the Rover
I get that money on the low, I got them bricks in the sofa
Trying to get mummy out the hood, I'm grinding, I'm grinding
I'm grinding this manual whip
Ay, ay, me haffi whipped out the yay
Look, I nearly damaged my wrist
Damaged it, damaged it, ay
Early morning, man eat shreddies
Man phoned the plug, bro, you ready?
And I got, and I got, and I got, oz, no Zies
Friends, ain't got many
Money comin' I can smell it
[Hook: Haile]
Flex on any, friends not many
Pour that Henny, hit the belly
All my bruddas, really scary
Why you envious, you ain't ready
[Verse 5: Tremz]
I just made a little money, now I'm laughing, I'm laughing
Ohh, Tremz, I'm Scouse trap, Scouse trap
In the George and I'm bagging all this madting, this madting
Ring ring, that's the trap phone on a madting, a madting
On the motorway, going out of town, taking over every [?] spot
Tremzy, I'm the new wave, but that was making my graph hot
Ay, what's happenin'? I need money, I need all that money
From every way, not just one, I'm grafting trap and juugy
My freedom, I risk it
I'm all in to get richer
Fake friends, I don't need them
Watch me cut them out the picture
Let my [?] be the lesson
And [?] was the teacher
This lifestyle ain't a fairytale
This lifestyle's too inner
[Hook: Haile]
Flex on any, friends not many
Pour that Henny, hit the belly
All my bruddas, really scary
Why you envious, you ain't ready
[Verse 6: Louis Rei]
See me flexing, see me selling
Half a million, easy, bredrin
Leave me breathless, Ps and lettuce
[?] from La Familia, [?]
Ain't got the time, man I'm prezi
If I said it then, preach, we meant it
Ps, we get it, peace and blessings
Out the BRIT Awards, keep it WSTRN
See me step in, where's my stylist?
Every day Ls, why you like this?
I'm a tyrant, I need guidance
Where my head at? I can't find it
Come from Gotham, on and popping
With this bitch who tell me "Papi, take me shopping"
At the bottom, no you wasn't
If it's not a vibe, it's not an option
[Hook: Haile]
Flex on any, friends not many
Pour that Henny, hit the belly
All my bruddas, really scary
Why you envious, you ain't ready
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