Ropes

[Intro]

Meet me in the field fuck a phone call

Beats by Yamaica Productions baby

Man roll there, skin haffi get burnt

I ain't tryna do it one hand and angle it

Beats by Yamaica Productions baby

Hold it straight then strangle it

Could never be war cah them man are on ropes

[Verse 1]

Fuck five-O

Still thump man up on the high road

Told him "come round the corner" and he said no

You know what? I don't even blame him, though

'Cause he's nuttin' like man and he would've got soaked

'Dem love run like Raheem but I've got sterling

Sterling, yeah, that's smoke

Headtop turner, man are on volts, man

See my face and they know

That it's time for them to go home

Part that crowd of people like Moses

When I do the dirt just like moles

And I've got the drop for one more

So it's still gunshot for a paigon hoe

Upsuh, upsuh, 4am

Phone still ring, it's on silent, though

American Dad, Family Guy

Storage Hunters, Cleveland Show

Mud and snow

Never been wrapped by the nitties and an O

Axe on me 24 and the bruddas dem know

They get stained

They've gotta pay that out of that dough

Not fair but you know how the ting go

Man don't? Then they will rasclart learn

I don't organise beef like Hearn

Man roll there? Skin haffi get burned

Yeah, you thought you was the man in your adlibs

Squeeze up your car, now you're really doing skrrt (Skr!)

Hands on bro? Don't be absurd

Mark my words (Mark my words)

Vegetable or six feet in earth

Cabbage or get the opposite of birth

[Chorus]

Fill up the stick with stones

Fill up the stick with stones

Aim for the target, hit them bones

Could never be war cuh dem man are on ropes

Fill up the stick with stones

Fill up the stick with stones, lead cologne

Or I've got the joobie on me

Joob-joob, now he's crawling like Phil Jones

Fill up the stick with stones

Fill up the stick with stones

Aim for the target, hit them bones

Could never be war cuh dem man are on ropes

Fill up the stick with stones

Fill up the stick with stones, lead cologne

Or I've got the joobie on me

Joob-joob, now he's crawling like Phil Jones

[Verse 2]

Fill up the candy cane with sweets

Cuh I'm knee-deep in skreets

Like, what have you done this week?

Talked greaze on beats? You've got a cheek

Joob is crawling, Stevie G

Joob-joob-joob-joob, joob is schleep

Man think becuh I said deep

That I won't boot like boot that's beat

Quickly turn it Paid In Full

If them tell me that and nuh eat

But it ain't a motion picture

And I'm with Santoro, not Victor

Kane in the cut but it ain't no picture

YG active, local (Deya!)

Meet me in the field, fuck a phone call (Come see me)

Unruly on the Gaza (Deya!)

They ball for the ref, I've got my own rules (Yeah)

They don't want beef, they want tofu (Ha!)

And they don't want arms, they want toes too

Chatty

Run into shop, front shutters

Tripping over rubbish (Hahaha!)

Shouting on the mains

Hoping the boydem's coming (Snitch)

I'll take it out on his cousin (Bow!)

Everything I spit, I done it (Woah)

Check dem man if they're wired (Woah)

5am, I ain't tired (No)

Piss and poo still flying (Oh)

See him in the Blue and it's frying

Said he does a 1-2, but he's lying

I cut through and do main like a lion

Frontline, bright BM with the iron

[Chorus]

Fill up the stick with stones

Fill up the stick with stones

Aim for the target, hit them bones

Could never be war cuh dem man are on ropes

Fill up the stick with stones

Fill up the stick with stones, lead cologne

Or I've got the joobie on me

Joob-joob, now he's crawling like Phil Jones

Fill up the stick with stones

Fill up the stick with stones

Aim for the target, hit them bones

Could never be war cuh dem man are on ropes

Fill up the stick with stones

Fill up the stick with stones, lead cologne

Or I've got the joobie on me

Joob-joob, now he's crawling like Phil Jones

[Verse 3]

Come like man propose a man's Fetty

Hold it two-handed and steady

Can't come my corner, stay edgy

If man tell me that I'm washed

It's probably 'cause I caught him already

Gyal give uck and I give shelly

Cut round there about 3:30

3:45, I'm gone already (Garn!)

I ain't tryna do it one-hand and angle it

Hold it straight, then strangle it

Problem popper, we handle it

Opps Next Door, moving all frantic

Dargs from the East and 'cross the Atlantic

But know it's Lewisham where Mad Max is

Deya pon the Gaza, everyting not nice

Touch one of mine? That's not wise (Nah)

Boaty capsized (Bow!)

Perks and gems get baptised (Bow!)

Rep TG, them bad guys (Tizzy!)

Still throw Ellz like Badside (Woah)

2 2 shells, fuck magpie (Woah)

Real bad luck's when the mag rise (Yeah)

Said you've got a MAC? You tap light (Liar)

They ain't got three bags, their stack's light

But they love buy creps and plush ride

Till man come riddle that X5

Fly outskirts in the X6

Mash works and flog, then we mek hits

Fill stick with stones and we press it

Gyal had head off bed and me pressed it

Up on Black Heath where me test it

They had their feet up resting

How are you a big man and still watch wrestling?

Love acting and impressing

If I got diagnosed, I'd have a section

Oh my Lord, I love weapons

But I'll still punch man up for bro

Cuh I ain't got no bredrins

Stump man where man tek it

Every last ting, that's exit

[Chorus]

Fill up the stick with stones

Fill up the stick with stones

Aim for the target, hit them bones

Could never be war cuh dem man are on ropes

Fill up the stick with stones

Fill up the stick with stones, lead cologne

Or I've got the joobie on me

Joob-joob, now he's crawling like Phil Jones

Fill up the stick with stones

Fill up the stick with stones

Aim for the target, hit them bones

Could never be war cuh dem man are on ropes

Fill up the stick with stones

Fill up the stick with stones, lead cologne

Or I've got the joobie on me

Joob-joob, now he's crawling like Phil Jones