It's the business man, DTG I twinkle mix this you know, it sounds cold Ha, yo, ay, ay Tokyo on the dash, there's two of them WAP CDs, bad B just lock it 16, I was up in the field, no ref, just Chef Fred Ting in my pocket One doing up cards, got packed, one flying to Mars Back then, one doing up dudes, same man get two, that's rusty shards Same boy get splashed, that's blood Bro, one doing up poor, I rattled my boots till a man got mapped up Check on him like a man got clapped up Slapped at him in my wall, no slapper Bro, bro got locked in a slammer, age 19, full rise on a hammer So like me, my pad'll die from love I'm like Rodney, rise up, dotty and then we go crash M-port kids like Totty, G down hotties and count my cash In-in, Joe Hofo with a mash, they want me dead but God's got plans Bandits with bands, she love that we bandits with bands Stay rap, I'll take it there, so I load up and I take it there I know they won't make it fair, couple man dropped, now it's vacant there I heard Israel's statement there, so I can't rape them pagans there Man load up the spins, then make it air Man load up the spins, then make it air Man's been outriding, what you know about nozzles on pieces? Bikes not V's, tryna increase silence, get round there but the opps them hiding Pissed, still tryna get to Dyson The 400K don't trip on a 4K strip, have mums, he's crying Aye, this beef, this beef is frying Gang them, gang them, doing up mileage Me and bros will go on glides and fly out the ride like a bunch of pilots And man just come like vikings, pissed at a man surviving The Anglo mental 223s get stuffed in people's heads Circle around like tour de France, we money walk, we don't dance Now all the honey's starting to glance Shake, shake, shake that ***, she must be having a laugh No Birkin, you must be mad Carry on twerking, I'm earning, dawg, carry on twerking, I'm earning This, this life I've been living is horrid, I can't go back to porridge Age 15 doing drills on Boris bikes Dead block, I'm on it, live, free doggy, no grommet First time I put blade in chest, run out of breath Me and bros doing up vomit, I'm honest Man's slaps been modest, Brixton's hottest Rise this nine and smoke cause the opps ain't on it Had them running in circles, sonic Bro, bro, bro, put shorts on the bonnet Now I link Poldak for the tonic Banged up cause I banged ironic Had a Dunham, my hands on the pump, hydraulic Hydraulic