Cargo

[Chorus: Sleeks]

Still reload on cargo

Move work like Marlo, fat stack looking like hard dough

Bread, Look at the flick of the wrist

Traphouse looking Tescos, but we ain't go no barcode

That's food and chairs like Nandos, watch us step in the bando

Watch how I break this brick, everything get dismantled

What you know bout weighing up so much grub?

The battery scale just ran out

Shoes on then I do road, I could never leave my gang out

[Verse 1: Headie One]

Bruck down Vauxhall and it ain't to improve driving skills

Everytime so we go get lurky, I remind bro wipe the wheel

We bought this skeng off a one week flip, cah they like the deals

I know the T-house into detail, with my Lyca phone I'm skilled

Send them texts until it won't let me send no more

Plus I gotta keep it in script to the numbers, I got my trap phone insured

Rudeboy you ain't ever look through the blinds at night, see the feds 'bout to boom that door

Then dive head first out the window, turn the left and thank the Lord

All a nigga tryna do, is turn 1 into 2

In the kitchen they think I do juju, all I do is re-up on new food

Then I just do it again

Count up these 50s and 20s and 10s, then do it again

Again and again

Bring that weight, bring my phone we'll bench it

I was 18, me and big bro doing up Tetris, trips are endless

Headie One and Section

G et round there with my cheffers, fly out the ride and drench it

[Chorus: Sleeks]

Still reload on cargo

Move work like Marlo, fat stack looking like hard dough

Bread, Look at the flick of the wrist

Traphouse looking Tescos, but we ain't go no barcode

That's food and chairs like Nandos, watch us step in the bando

Watch how I break this brick, everything get dismantled

What you know bout weighing up so much grub?

The battery scale just ran out

Shoes on then I do road, I could never leave my gang out

[Verse2: Sleeks]

I don't even sleep no more, I just wait till the pack goes out

Thank God that I made it home, now I gotta sit back and count

Everyday risk taking, this week done a thousand miles

Seen the square come in, go out, done it so many times lost count

Trap talk, I do it fluent

Running through so much weight in the bando and the neighbours are clueless

When I see these grams, all I'm thinking is move it

This Headie One flow that I'm using, it can get confusing (one)

Packs with elastic bands, I buy that monthly

I don't go country, trap in the ends I'm comfy (skrr)

When I send the texts, watch the line go jumpy (hello)

Have her put it on silent, making bare noise and fuckery

Go my hands in so much green and I still don't eat my salad

Skid up the car on my man, I assist that goal like Hazard

I smoke broccoli cabbage, it's that go in backwards

Trap, mash and I do rap, this year causing madness

[Chorus: Sleeks]

Still reload on cargo

Move work like Marlo, fat stack looking like hardo

Bread, Look at the flick of the wrist

Traphouse looking Tescos, but we ain't go no barcode

That's food and chairs like Nandos, watch us step in the bando

Watch how I break this brick, everything get dismantled

What you know bout weighing up so much grub?

The battery scale just ran out

Shoes on then I do road, I could never leave my gang out