Mad About Bars

Part 1

[Intro: Kenny Allstar]

I'm ready for this one

It's Kenny Allstar

Giving the streets what they want

One time for NPK

Let's do this

Right now, man's showcasing the dark side of Tottenham

Uncs, GP, KayyKayy, let's go in

[Verse 1: GP]

Gunner

If it ain't my Sinners, it's my GM's that be pressuring curbs

That's two in a Q in the bando, then I phone bro like "Let's see bird"

When I step it's Nike or Hugo, never used to see me in Slazenger

Bad B wan' bruck her neck, when she see me in the passenger

Bad B wan' bruck her neck, is it only me or she got no bra?

Bro dishin''' out packs of dark, thats 8 on a ounce of buj

True say that the guys are shook

They don't jump out, they drive and look

True say that they don't take risks, them man bruck they hide and diss

Free up Kado and free up 6ix

Locked in the wing cos they handle their buis'

Still get grim when Sin Squad step

Now the boys in blue wanna take my friends

Heard there's opps, chillin with them man

Someone's fools if you think we're friends

Get slumped or you get cheffed

Half hearts contemplate on a vest

Joobie dip that down til it bends

Oh shit, how the fuck did it bend?

That .45 is immense, hollow tip sweep a horse off its legs

I trapped hard for that bread, slide through masked up with some lead

Got Duracells in that dotz, don't slip 'n' slide, you'll get shot

When I'm blacked out like a goth, I'm creeping max house for his dosh

Don't make a sound you'll get boxed

Don't move around you'll get shot

Snub nose in my palm, show me what you got in your loft

Where's the keys, where's the crops?

I want everything that you got

[Verse 2: Uncs]

Sin Squad step, get it correct

Aim for your chest, not for your leg

When I step, demon thoughts

Tryna put blood on my sword

Jigga lean and bop with that dotts

Why'd I PO bop with that Glock?

I got many girls in South, cah they know in North I'm a boss, hey

Skid, skrr serious lurk

I see big men looking like nerds, Sin Squad step, lurk, sick in the head disturb

S skid, skrr, countless times

Or wheels on the pedal go round

Sin Squad lurk step on your turf

O, givin these little boys clout

Fat shank on my waist like J, I jump out, don't scream or shout

Run man down ah, I had the thing on me

Had to duck from the CID

This beef is intense

We beefin big men, gunshots and raindrops you get drenched

[Verse 3: KayyKayy]

Sin Squad pull up and left shit drenching

Park Lane bop through the Aves already

Sinners shift with six on the spin

Got bells in the botty, it's way too heavy

You don't wanna see OJ in his dip

Splash man down in Nikes, not wellies

Couldn't really give two fucks bout Niners, that's why we done up the Woods already

POB'K what where? You was there when your friend got teared

It's ments, all the opps are scared

We're dishing out smoke and they're dishing out air

Sin Squad step with countless things

We drenched old men and countless kids

We taped off blocks and countless strips

All now nuttin ain't bounced or hit

Splash, Park Lane Bop

Shit then a opp got shot

Four door whizz, me JV and Shots

Sin Squad step on anyone's block

Black blade drench up anyone's boss

KayyKayy stain up anyone's gwop

Still no losses, your friend got got

It ain't my fault, we're just on job

My Sinners steps, my Laners bop

I don't clean no stains with no average mop

I do them drills and it's all for the squad

The life I live is on tops

Beefing cops and wannabe opps

Them man snitch, got gang in the box

They'll soon come home, that's back where they belong

That's back where they belong (Sinners)

Part 2

[Intro: Kenny Allstar]

M1OnTheBeat

Shoutout to Simpz on the production on the last one

Hail up M1OnTheBeat on this one

M1OnTheBeat

So it's Kenny Allstar, we're going back in again

It's the dark side of Totty

It's MixtapeMadness.com

All of that good stuff

Sin Squad

[Verse 4: Uncs]

She said she love me what a lie, I just love these rides, ay

Did he get thirteen, did he get nine?

Italian shoes, so boy, I look fly

I'm with Rambo, he might murder a guy

Sin Squad step, fit nine in a kid

Or we put heat in a neek

Opps got beef with the G

Nine in a Jesus piece

You don't believe in Jesus, why you got a Jesus piece?

Her man wan' diss, I still got love for my Wood Green chick

.44 dots, rambos and flicks, baby, your man can't do it like this

We lurk, we lurk

Leave blood on shirts

We splash consistent, that's back road chingings

Now mummy can't find her kitchen

We trap, mash and violate G's

Everybody bop, can't do it like me

I'm honest to you, I was like FBG

It's me P Rico, Durk n me

Defending the block like Kompany, or, defending the block like Vidic

Man's up front, Rashford no missing

Don't lack, JV on my hip, I pray that I don't get caught like—

I pray that I don't get caught like Swift

If I ever do, swing 'n' ching

Sin Squad step and make man drown

10 o'clock news if they want clout, he got 13, shoulda got more

And this food peng like Lira Galore

Nah, they can't do it like me

I'm on OBlock with Chief and Keef

[Verse 5: KayyKayy]

Can't step in my Park Lane district

That strip's restricted, my mum's just tripping, asking me where's her kitchen, sorry it's missing

Sin Squad step, get it correct

Get dipped in your face, back, arm and chest

Know that we slide with bells on deck

Hit him in his back, he's more than stressed

My lil bros just want ching and drench

They should've known better, they left him ments

Right now the L's got too much skengs

I swear down 6ix would've loved this shit

Free BX, would've loved it too

None of us drink, but we all spill juice

Trap and bang and splash these yutes

I heard that shh got smoked like zoots

Shoutout Sav, 'cah he splashed these wallies

And I'm all stressed

My black blade still ain't touched nobody

My brainless boy's got a blindless botty

Shells too hot like coffee

I heard he try off somebody

Shit den, stress man, he shoulda said sorry

I still get Park Lane boppy, when I buck opps I'm way too jolly

And Uncs said the opps like Wenger

Free 6ix, that's my favourite kweffer

Anytime Sin Squad step that's numerous holes in your jeans and sweater

How you gon' diss on tracks when you did that dash when your friend got wet up?

[Verse 6: GP]

(Gunner)

Way too chatty

How many times has Sinners stepped and left big men in nappies?

Talk 'bout dirt on the Lane

Should I talk bout six with Sally?

How's man questioning me?

I'm GP and I'm way too slappy

Big bro got fuck off corn

Same length as my Duracell batteries

All the verbal on the net is long

I told lil bro go slap at MacD's

We drillers forreal, them man only drillers on tracks, or drillers on flatscreens

Real money on armed response

Lil' bro rise out the pump in the taxi

I'm done with pressuring punks, but I'm still in the ride with my shank in the backseat

I hate when they do the dash, them man fast, they running like Ash

Can't be bummy like Lampz, so I hit the trap with bits of peng

Bitch just scaled off Blanco, so in the trap she look like Shrek

My brownin' think I'm a keeper, sorry baby, do I look like Cech?

Oh shit, now I sound like Uncs, 15 inch made the pagans run

They scream "Anyting green get bun" but every time they see Wood Green they run

They got so much hate for the 2's but never in their life have they spilt some juice

Do a drill, then sip some juice

OMG, bro nearly hit two

But I'm still glad bro hit one, that's another 'ooting that Sin Squad done

In the trap with the 2 in the blue

I ain't going home till everything move

What golden boot?

We do chingings and bootings, most of the opps been touched by who?