Once In A While

[Intro]

Sykes, Sykes

[Chorus: Headie One]

Top floor penthouse

I reminisce just once in a while

Q and Q for free

Everybody getting high when I come to the town

I was locked down down South

Had t'ugs tryna tell me ’come to the mount'

Had a couple months 'til I’m out

[Verse 1: Headie One]

Just three months later, had a nine in that presser

And it come straight out that blender

I was out 'ere playin' catch up

Cah I know that my timin' is precious

How many times did I do that fast lane?

Reach that junction, take that exit?

It could've been wrap when I throw this twenty

But it got spent on a sawn off Trenton

Get yourself caught on the lack

No one can't save him

You're gonna see a doctor, who?

David Tennant

Four long kickin'

Swear down this one here ain’t from Tekken

Caught me a suttin’ and it got left leakin'

I done it just like my pendant

This black blade, that’s my best friend, that's my best friend

And all the fiends know about the bando, that's their entrance

Face-to-face with judge

But I'm thinkin’ no way that that's my sentence

Do it for bro cah he do it for me

That's my bredrin

[Chorus: Headie One]

Top floor penthouse

I reminisce just once in a while

Q and Q for free

Everybody getting high when I come to the town

I was locked down down South

Had t'ugs tryna tell me 'come to the mount'

Had a couple months 'til I'm out

[Verse 2: Bandokay]

Bro got a couple months 'til he's out

No doubt, Bando, man do it and bounce

This Bad B's comin' qway from South

Said she loves Bando and SJ, that's clout

Jump out, creep up like a mouse

But bro's too fast, he wan' scream and shout

Bring smoke to the dance, go bow

Have mouth and watch me back it from my pouch

Ouch, smoke on me, I got it

My bro got it too but he's high off loud

If I pull up, don't be in the crowd

Bandokay, bad yute from a child

The opp boys know gang go wild

And my fam telling me that I make them proud

Year 9, school times, weren't allowed

I would've have my Rambo like man does now

This sweet one wants Nandos now

On my line said she wants to take Bando out

I ain't leavin' the bando now

Trap boy, Bando, I'm a bando child

Swing that, got my Rambo out

Put a hand on Mango, man take him out

Man break it down, man chase him down

And pray that he don't make it out

[Chorus: Headie One]

Top floor penthouse

I reminisce just once in a while

Q and Q for free

Everybody getting high when I come to the town

I was locked down down South

Had t'ugs tryna tell me 'come to the mount'

Had a couple months 'til I'm out

[Verse 3: Double Lz]

Free SJ, pray he beats his trial

I swear I got beef with the Mali's

Cah they're tryna take over the town

Spin-ting spins like a merry-go-round

This brown skin brucks her back, she's from South

Two got shh in a week, like, how?

Normal procedure, load that beater

Creep up then you hear click-clack-bow

Double Lz, I'm classed as bad

You can get chinged out your DSquared pants

SJ, my bro, my fam

I swear I can't wait 'til my broski lands

You don't want us to get this call

We're doing our duties in Transit vans

I was on them sides when my guys decamped

Jump out, shing-shaow, or you might get slapped

Smoke in the ride, man got it and my bro got it too

But he's high off the pack

Do it and dash, and pray I get back

Can't call no cab cah he's smarter than that

Phones at home, we don't do it for Snap

Free Boogie B, he got caught on the cam

Go and ask opps how they dislike man

I'll tell you for a fact that I'm know as a sav'

[Chorus: Headie One]

Top floor penthouse

I reminisce just once in a while

Q and Q for free

Everybody getting high when I come to the town

I was locked down down South

Had t'ugs tryna tell me 'come to the mount'

Had a couple months 'til I'm out

[Verse 4: SJ]

Ay, all eyes on me, all eyes on bro

Sweet one on me, she's winnin'

She don't know that my Rambo's twinnin'

Man stepped in the rave, smoked up and drillin'

Free Boogie B, he got bagged for a killin'

We're drillers and the opp boys keep on singin'

I'm in love with spinners, shotgun and swingers

Right back tryna boot these wingers

Smoke in the ride, man got it and my bro got it too

But he's high off fumes

If I slap off this pocket rocket

You won't hesitate to go hide in groups

Man lean and shoot

Bro off this roof, create a movie in the 2's

Ay, spin this coupe, bro, paigon, shoot

Slap man then head straight to the booth

SJ, I'm anti, I don't fuck with socials

Ching my man in his throat

He's singin' all shit, he ain't got no vocals

OFB, we ain't got no totals

Scorin' and scorin', and scoreboard's hopeful

OFB's tryna make it global

Cock it, jump out and watch bro-bro smoke you

No Snapchat, we don't do it for socials

[Chorus: Headie One]

Top floor penthouse

I reminisce just once in a while

Q and Q for free

Everybody getting high when I come to the town

I was locked down down South

Had t'ugs tryna tell me 'come to the mount'

Had a couple months 'til I'm out