Cant Be Trusted

[Verse 1]

Me and my backstreet boys in sync

Don't act fly, get your jaw busted

Move too fast you'll miss it if you blink

Slip? Not round here, can't be trusted

Link in park, shoot shoot

'Til it's done and dusted or dip like Dijon mustard

Kitchen light with the scales and clusters

Brixton basement, grade and rustlers

Hit East End with the punters

Jezzy at Carni, giving her my number

Big dot dot with the pump piece under

Shells dump out by my shoulder, jumper

Doctor's been in the job for 10 years plus

Still see the wounds and say Ay Caramba!

Appeals on the news with a free phone number

[Chorus]

Must can hold about three when the three wheel off

Man try [?], he try duck thеse shots

What you gonna say?

What you gonna do?

You're the typе of guy to get shoved in the face and say 'leave me alone, i'm not in the mood'

Blud I wouldn't have that if i was -

I could never be -

Come too close get 10 of these wounds

Real badman don't ever need goons

But my friendem move devilish too

And i can't bring them certain places

If it kicks off i'm 'fending it too

Now man's smacking up youts

Don't even know why i'm smacking up youts

Don't even care why i'm smacking up youts

I never liked this place anyway

[Verse 2]

Take note

I ain't inna no LOL jokes

I make blood spill and I sell oats

5 0 can't have me on ropes

I've been living it large by the pier

Playing arcade games by the coast

By the seaside skimming up stones

My high score was 6

Grandad hat and a polo shirt

Chino, boat shoes, clear glasses

Like fit birds with big arses

Can't trust her so my name's Francis

So we'll go there at 6:15

Dig it out bum by half past 6

Still rep Hill 'til im dead and buried

But don't ask me where my darg is

Still tryna turn opp boys carcass

Dick in the dirt

Rip up his shirt

Internet warriors type on the QWERT

Man screech and burst

Third parties tryna preach with words

Still bruck 28 four times over

And another 14

Why? Cah that's an Ace serve

If i joob joob joob man's chest it will look like a tennis racket

Can you hack it?

On the frontline with Tim Henman in baggies

Cat said yours is shabby

Don't hate me, hate Poppy

Says he wants buj, he got chocolate coffee

In a T house with toffee

Should've been red carpet at the MOBOs

Should've been red carpet at the BRITs

Instead I was spoon cutting this slab

Weren't 36 so i won't say brick

Put it on the scales and then i did a dab

But more time i don't even like that dance

Dig a French ting when i went France

Man jump fences, slide on cars

When I turn corners in black mask

If it's loose ima tie up them ends

Sweet boy tryna turn on girls

With this wap tryna turn off men

I was smoke, he must know about blem

Didn't say a joke like Lenny Hen

Until you come home to a dead big brother

Couldn't see you so we got him then

[Chorus]

Must can hold about three when the three wheel off

Man try [?], he try duck these shots

What you gonna say?

What you gonna do?

You're the type of guy to get shoved in the face and say 'leave me alone, i'm not in the mood'

Blud I wouldn't have that if i was -

I could never be -

Come too close get 10 of these wounds

Real badman don't ever need goons

But my friendem move devilish too

And i can't bring them certain places

If it kicks off i'm 'fending it too

Now man's smacking up youts

Don't even know why i'm smacking up youts

Don't even care why i'm smacking up youts

I never liked this place anyway

[Verse 3]

I don't wanna do no tunes with you but pay me and I might feature

You ain't ever moved no food

You've just got a phone with basic features

And you don't even know that smell

You just thought next door was smoking shisha

Nightmare if you use a fan to dry it

Just stick it in the fridge-freezer

Feds in a jeep with binoculars can't find me cause i'm off of this

Sipping cokctails by the seaside with a fake moustache

13's mocking it

On a race moving like fugitive

Cause i'm 'bout them 3 bands like Future is

Babylon can't tell me what my future is

By the farm, sheeps and cows man's cooling with

I don't wanna view a pig kick down doors

Don't ask man who it is

Need a Phillip screwdriver for my headtop

In other words I'm saying i'm a lunatic

Out the front door before feds is booming it

Jump the fence, now i'm in the alleyway cutting

Mo Farah can't tell me nuttin

Molten lava when the shots was bussing

[Chorus]

Must can hold about three when the three wheel off

Man try [?], he try duck these shots

What you gonna say?

What you gonna do?

You're the type of guy to get shoved in the face and say 'leave me alone, i'm not in the mood'

Blud I wouldn't have that if i was -

I could never be -

Come too close get 10 of these wounds

Real badman don't ever need goons

But my friendem move devilish too

And i can't bring them certain places

If it kicks off i'm 'fending it too

Now man's smacking up youts

Don't even know why i'm smacking up youts

Don't even care why i'm smacking up youts

I never liked this place anyway