Kwengface Behind Barz

Part 1

[Intro]

2, 2

Shoutout my hitters

Come on

2, Oi

[Verse]

I’m looking at my opp boys vids

Like he got bored and he got bored, are you taking the piss?

Like, nah, man's beefin' kids

Like, nah, man pattern up quick

But how can I lowe these kids when they talk my name and they tellin' them fibs

Anything B get boot, shoot

Same for the Kennington pricks

Like Snoopy puts in a shift

And you got LR baby, LR boo, that’s a dangerous kid

Got it coming like Ibra

But instead of like 14 goals, that’s like 14 serious chings

Kwengface, I’m a cheeky kid

In the back of the 2.2, tryna lean and shoot, tryna eat this prick

And you know I’m a boujee yute

Man tap that once one time and skid

Gyal wish she could be with this

Gyal wish she could eat this dick

And now gyally on me like my rambo

Rubbing my lamp on a genie ting

Opps know we got too much heart

Check out the pressure

First to let off my stickiIn this so called beef, man know we on pepper

Kwengface this, Kwengface that

Can’t lie man I’m fed up

Like skid, skrr, dip, er, when we leave man redder

Let me just suit then move

Grab like a 4 and a half and a Q

4 and a half and a Q

And I just charged 6 for the verse on the tune

Yeah I done made me a flip

And I’m taking the piss out the opp boys too

Oi Skully, remember that day on the opp block when I just gave man 2

Oi gangdem, remember that day when we chinged up the merc cah we thought it was Bruce

Remember when they slapped at us

But manna still stabbed his Bruce

Zone 2 step, we annihilate yutes

Lean out the ride man's screaming out 2

Saw my shank and a opp boy blew

I’ve got peng tings throwin' up 2

Yo listen

Let me just ping it with vision

If something gets drilled in Southwark, aye

Know who did it

Know what mans about

Man come round

Know we wid it

2-2 step and I flex

He won’t know what hit him

About Southwark daddies

Dem man way too chatty

Whenever they see me in southwark or Lambeth dem man doin' up dashy

I swear that a man went deaf

When Max let the .44 crasheen

I’m in love with the dots, hand on the dots

I swear that I get too tappy

Have you ever slid round to the opp block

Whole gang just ran for their lives

Or there ain’t no sticks on your block

But you’re still stepping out with your Rambo knife

Or slide on opps with the one pop

See man run with their waps and knives

How many times have we risked our freedom?

How many times have we risked our lives?

But as for this music ting

They say we can do this ting

I charge like a rack for a feature if I feel you I’ll do it for 6

Cut tru' that’s sauce on drip

Cut tru' with my 22 inch

Catting to sauce this ting

Fumez the Engineer

Part 2

T. P. the producer

[Verse]

Now she getting mad at me coz it won't go down

Now I’m getting mad at her coz she won’t go down

Fucked his girl, now she keep it on a low low down

See jakes on tops like a logo now (Oi)

Brown skin with the prettiest face

Bro fuck an R charge so I asked for the 8

There’s been gyally on me before the Zone 2 name

Opps came to my block I went back same day, oi

Had to numb the pain so I’m runnin' through flavours

Dog with the cookie or gelato where my face is

Going through changes

Going through changes

Old niggas coming back, ask me for favours

You wanna look like a star on the stage?

Fuck that, I’d rather have a Star 9 and a gauge

For the love of my bro get a blade in your face

Bladed today

In fact you’ll get a tray in your face

I was 17, tryna pedal round the strip

And now I'm 19, flyin' corn out the whip

Fly travellin' the shit

Pellets at the prick

Late nights with the lads tryna reminisce and shit

I was 17, tryna pedal round the strip

And now I'm 19, flyin' corn out the whip

Fly travellin' the shit

Throw Pellets at the prick

Late nights with the lads tryna reminisce and shit

4 on the hoodie 5 on them shoes

Light change on that jumper change on them Loubs

Slim fit, skin fade, and a bomber too

Valentino kicks when I’m steppin' through

We roll amm, why the fuck you think we tapped

See I’m rolling with my wetter man, you know that we can’t lack

Ride a shotty with a shotty got the shotty on my lap

And this opp thots onto me, backing it on man

I’m rollin' with my shank it ain’t for fashion

Let 'em have it or I’m throwin' hella boxes, Ricky Hatton

Yeah we known for the shootings and stabbings

Feds on the whole gang for the work we been mashin'

Word to Denz, the beef is intense

So pick a side or you can get bored on the fence

I backed the wap on shh 'cause the opps were his friends

Can’t lie I feel bad

Oh well that’s how it is

Fumez the Engineer