Next Up - S3-E38

[Verse 1]

It was us that stepped out bait

Covered up to my eyes we lurk round Fields

Heard they got live cameras on Cowley Estate

Nothing less than a 15 inch on my waist

Heard they got ZK's but they're leaving their mates

Internet typers run it on socials out in the field they're Yohan Blake

Made paigons run when I didn't have nothing I bet they'll freeze when I back this blade

Don't think you can cut tru the ends if you don't get caught round Kennington Park then you might get grabbed on Kennington Lane

On SW9 tryna make it rain

I ain't talking about raindrops I'm talking about spilling man's juice on the pave

How many times did we cross that border we done it at night and we done it broad day

Back your shank I'll back my shank my money's on you that you're gonna get shaved

Drills get done in any location approach with caution I got it on me so you better not make no silly mistake

It stays unclipped I don't clip my case (never)

They try ride out on a pushbike they left on foot when they bucked my mates

Only God knows what the neighbours witnessed

6 black yutes running round estates with blades in our hands tryna leave that taped

Have you ever done a drill when the sun's out tape that scene now it's looking all bait

Civilians praying like is he okay? (Wagwan)

He dashed, tripped, screamed got bored up and left by his mates

They back out phones we back our blades

Got a 5X3 just chilling on my waist

In Elephant & Castle take that left don't take that right on Kennington Lane

If you do get ran off the ends go ask them yutes they remember that day (go ask)

[Verse 2]

They ask me how I got like this, what do you expect when I'm surrounded by drillers and trappers?

None of my guys are like the other side, how?

Cah we all got blood on our splashers

On Snapchat we’re not out for the views but it's live in the field where we get shit cracking

Step to splash I don't know about scratching back my rambo tryna cause some damage

In SW9 tryna tape that strip they know how it goes when we step into Lambeth

That's holes in and out man, jacket then cut from the scene Houdini vanish

From young been trapping out bandos, dice that pack, reload and slang it

Lycamobile that sim was tampered

The way these rocks disappear when the phone line rings woulda thought it was magic

Swing your shank don't leave that blood

You better go home and Cilit Bang it (clean it)

What happened that day was tragic

You got chinged and left in a madness

I don't know about jerking jackets

Build that phone til that Nokia's banging

This brown skin finds me attractive

She thinks I'm a full time rapper she don't even know I'm on the back road slanging

I don't know about 9 to 5 I'm on til late full time I'm trapping

I got TT light in the bando, bisheads catting, elbow scratching

I'm a healthy trapper, I guess you can say I'm trapfit