Old school but I still bust shots, I′m a Luger

Mashed off the drink, so it's Uber

Connected back home like a WiFi routerCats jumping like Puma

And I dream like Martin Luther

Fall asleep to the sound of the hoover

Nightmare, Frederick Krueger

Sleep with the fishes; now he′s tuna

I'm snatching his bird and thunder

Tell me the target's 6 feet under

He′s at work so his house in country

Case that joint then the place got plundered

Don′t talk about numbers

In the UK, you know that they love us

Don't care about colours

Black or white, we can be brothers

Breaking ′em down like the steps

On the back of the box of the Crocker

Bet he take that

Bait, I'm just way too hard to trace

Bas like pins in an haystack

Weight, move that in and outside the gym

They′re tryna' get ripped

I′m holding them sticks with extension clips

I'm leaving him stiff on the ground get lit, like candles

Wax him off with that bing from various angles

Box, rectangle, dashed in the ground all bruised and mangled

Grim, grab the cup, pass the gin

Grab the lime, chopped it up

Popped the cap, poured it in

Just stepped out, I had to step in

One of the young boys took a hook to chin

The bouncer came out and he got weighed in

Put the foot down on the clutch and spin

Burn that rubber like I'm Michelin

5 star food that I dish to them

Chef′s hat on when I′m whipping in the kitchen

Then I'm switch suits like I′m Mr Benn

Ten ten gear I shift up to fifth

Blues in the rear and I'm swerving the mains like Tokyo Drift

Took a shot

But he missed

Then made love to the ground and kissed

The curb, what′s the word

I dodged the case, so I flipped the bird

Grabbed the bing, get back to work

Then I'm switching lanes in a blacked out Merc

I′ll hurt 'em

One thing's for sure and two thing′s for certain

Money gets made and the packs I′m serving

He mess with the cake then I'll Battenberg him

Kipling, missed him

Run up in his house and gripped him

Missus cried goodbye and kissed him

Stuffed him in the boot of the Jag

And then she watched us drive off in the distance

Glistening

Jewels on the watch on the wrist

Get hit with the drip like a Christian Christening

Jesus Christ

And another of one them gets dipped like a Rich Tea biscuit

Pulled up and the color of the suit

Match color of the car, all black like Batman

I′m a ninja, backflip handstand

I'm a get ya slipping at your nans house

One two, kick to the door like Knock Down Ginger

Rip off the hinges

Fingers get bent back like birds off Tinder

Boys get flung out the window

Come like wasps at a picnic, run up and sting ya

Spin ya all the way round like ink rollers inside of an HP printer

You better hope this bing don′t jam

What's the plan Stan?

I knocked a man down

And dropped the van round

By the side of the flats

So can you come down

And clean the boot out

I need to get back

For the start of the match

A couple cans in the chiller

Man′s quite big but the handgun's bigger

Yeah, just stand and deliver

You can throw fists but the mash bang quicker

Crash bang wallop

Big fat dollop

Of cash in me hand

Chain hang like bollocks

Look you pillock

Talking trollop

Box a man back like I'm munching jollof

God willing, I might just drill him

Dings in my head from the scraps I′ve been in

Go ten rounds with a man I′m winning

I ain't gonna stop til the bell starts ringing

D-d-dingaling ding on the fruit machine

Spend the winnings on Gucci jeans

Gaggle of the girls and they′re super keen

They wanna kick back 'cos the boots are clean

Super Kings and a bottle of bourbon

Let that rip when I′m whipping that German

Grab that stick then I'm dipping and swerving

Flick of the wrist and I left him gurning

Roof top down I′m an head top turner

Just stepped out in a fresh Ben Sherman

Brand new tricks and I'm out here learning

I'm an old dog still I′m out there serving

I was locked in an HMP

Cut from the rough, I′m a diamond geez

Boot's full of them flat screen TVs

Del Boy, Peckham, they recognise me

Cha cha step in the dance and slide

Two hands on me hips and glide

If a man try to act too hard

Then he′ll get cemented, builder's site

I′ll open up his ears if he didn't quite hear me

Your man got shelled on; Big Bang Theory

If he wanna get loud and he wanna get lairy

Then it′s back of me man's head, hairy

Nah son, you don't wanna bop get stepped on

Crept up, cone get split like Chevron

Wake up son ′cos we′re the most slept on

Get gone, war then I'm chucking that vest on

One more word and I′m bringing them bings out

Nuts and bolts and a couple more things out

Dust and dirt if he's talking trash then I

Turn and skirt and I′m taking them bins out

Bin man, get wrapped up in a bin bag

Been there, done that, got that

Blood on my t-shirt, rinsed and washed and spun that

Box of the corn just packed in a bumbag

Popped with the red dot, rib shot, punch bag

Pull up outside, cannon on me like Gundam

Sub-machine gun, tell a man "run that"

Chavving his jewels then I'm off to his mum′s house