Petrol Station
Bow
Woo
Scratch mixed it
Zim zimmer
(Jump)
Jump out of dingers (hit), jump out of the Rolls Royce (hit it)
I'm in this town for a show
But the kit kats looking at me like a dope boy (mad)
Man shown nuff love to the youngers
And if anything man rub out the old boys (nah)
These bells leave a shot in a wally
Bam-bam, step out and fling them stones boys
Make mans girl turn video vixen (umm-umm)
Two hands on a .9
Two hands on a dot, either way tryna bun up this district
Tryna blow mans head right off his shoulders
Close, I don't know about distance (oi, come here)
My Latino ting's sexy as fuck
But it's mad, she can barely speak English
Ying, swing, ching, di-di, dip-dip
Dot, dot slapped it was kweng that did this
True say had to flow like gully
Flow to cold man, he's coming too different
My old ting said I'm too different
We had to part ways becah' I'm too distant
I do hour trips in fifteen minutes
M-way lanes, man rip them
I'm in the T-house making this paper
So I can't see you later (mad)
If you rock with my opps you're a traitor
I used to leave my big ting gauge on cater
Had bells on the block for a waiter
And also a trader (umm-umm)
Black mask on my face Darth Vader
I'm on the dark side with my big lightsaber (yeah)
(Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh, swoosh)
(Like)
Shell it (bang), like a petrol station (oh shit)
I got the dark with light (Who?), light with dark (Who?)
Ain't no segregation (trapping)
Bro got white (ayy), no Caucasian (nah)
Green light Liam Neeson taken (green light)
Shook and now there all shaken
Man get cooked they lookin' like bacon
Look, Brown skin one with the bunda (come here)
Mhmm, amazing! (Come here)
Trap mash and I tap waps
Came with the pump no petrol station
Put on my latex
Step on the pavement, I bet you that all of them racing (skrr)
Oh my, oh my, man, I got too high and I missed probation
Look zim zimmer (zim zimmer)
Me and X in a droptop beamer
I slid round there in a dinger (ahh)
But fuck that cah the feds to inner (woo)
One tune minimum five figure (racks)
But can't you remember I was a drug dealer (damn)
Dem man Japanese godzilla (oh shit)
Bad bitch she told me she want Fila
That's my nigga, you know he a killa (Bruce)
He just slapped out a moving vehicle
Huh, glee, cheerful
Hitsquad got the streets all fearful
I just seen Justin in the rear-view
Flashback I bet it can scare you (oh shit)
You better move careful
Listen to PS, you get an earful
Can't lie, love a brownin', brownin' (ooh-ooh)
She love how man's sounding (yay)
Me and Kweng in the booth just shouting (agh)
That's a hundred thousand
Get a man, get a man down then I'm outing
What's in my dsquares, what's in my trousers
Off-white bit less than a thousand
Still pulling up to their houses
Still do it like Stormzy, gory, gory (oh shit)
Brexit, I'm like a tory, shoot shoot, I do it like tory
What is the story? (Balamory)
Surely their all kids for me
Father I don't need Maury
Kayos Karma, he don't need a sword he gory
Shell it, like a petrol station
I got the dark with light, light with dark
Ain't no segregation
Bro got white, no Caucasian
Green light Liam Neeson taken
Shook and now there all shaken
Man get cooked they lookin' like bacon
Look, Brown skin one with the bunda (come here)
Mhmm, amazing! (Come here)
Trap mash and I tap waps
Came with the pump no petrol station
Put on my latex
Step on the pavement, I bet you that all of them racing (skrr)
Oh my, oh my, man, I got too high and I missed probation (mad)
Woo
Scratch mixed it
Zim zimmer
(Jump)
Jump out of dingers (hit), jump out of the Rolls Royce (hit it)
I'm in this town for a show
But the kit kats looking at me like a dope boy (mad)
Man shown nuff love to the youngers
And if anything man rub out the old boys (nah)
These bells leave a shot in a wally
Bam-bam, step out and fling them stones boys
Make mans girl turn video vixen (umm-umm)
Two hands on a .9
Two hands on a dot, either way tryna bun up this district
Tryna blow mans head right off his shoulders
Close, I don't know about distance (oi, come here)
My Latino ting's sexy as fuck
But it's mad, she can barely speak English
Ying, swing, ching, di-di, dip-dip
Dot, dot slapped it was kweng that did this
True say had to flow like gully
Flow to cold man, he's coming too different
My old ting said I'm too different
We had to part ways becah' I'm too distant
I do hour trips in fifteen minutes
M-way lanes, man rip them
I'm in the T-house making this paper
So I can't see you later (mad)
If you rock with my opps you're a traitor
I used to leave my big ting gauge on cater
Had bells on the block for a waiter
And also a trader (umm-umm)
Black mask on my face Darth Vader
I'm on the dark side with my big lightsaber (yeah)
(Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh, swoosh)
(Like)
Shell it (bang), like a petrol station (oh shit)
I got the dark with light (Who?), light with dark (Who?)
Ain't no segregation (trapping)
Bro got white (ayy), no Caucasian (nah)
Green light Liam Neeson taken (green light)
Shook and now there all shaken
Man get cooked they lookin' like bacon
Look, Brown skin one with the bunda (come here)
Mhmm, amazing! (Come here)
Trap mash and I tap waps
Came with the pump no petrol station
Put on my latex
Step on the pavement, I bet you that all of them racing (skrr)
Oh my, oh my, man, I got too high and I missed probation
Look zim zimmer (zim zimmer)
Me and X in a droptop beamer
I slid round there in a dinger (ahh)
But fuck that cah the feds to inner (woo)
One tune minimum five figure (racks)
But can't you remember I was a drug dealer (damn)
Dem man Japanese godzilla (oh shit)
Bad bitch she told me she want Fila
That's my nigga, you know he a killa (Bruce)
He just slapped out a moving vehicle
Huh, glee, cheerful
Hitsquad got the streets all fearful
I just seen Justin in the rear-view
Flashback I bet it can scare you (oh shit)
You better move careful
Listen to PS, you get an earful
Can't lie, love a brownin', brownin' (ooh-ooh)
She love how man's sounding (yay)
Me and Kweng in the booth just shouting (agh)
That's a hundred thousand
Get a man, get a man down then I'm outing
What's in my dsquares, what's in my trousers
Off-white bit less than a thousand
Still pulling up to their houses
Still do it like Stormzy, gory, gory (oh shit)
Brexit, I'm like a tory, shoot shoot, I do it like tory
What is the story? (Balamory)
Surely their all kids for me
Father I don't need Maury
Kayos Karma, he don't need a sword he gory
Shell it, like a petrol station
I got the dark with light, light with dark
Ain't no segregation
Bro got white, no Caucasian
Green light Liam Neeson taken
Shook and now there all shaken
Man get cooked they lookin' like bacon
Look, Brown skin one with the bunda (come here)
Mhmm, amazing! (Come here)
Trap mash and I tap waps
Came with the pump no petrol station
Put on my latex
Step on the pavement, I bet you that all of them racing (skrr)
Oh my, oh my, man, I got too high and I missed probation (mad)
Credits
Writer(s): Alieu Koroma, Ninian Martin Agyemang Fosu, Zimzimq
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