Streets In South

Just gotta call from the plug
And he said he's not playing about
Me and bro just weighed this out
Now I gotta go flood the streets in south
I just did that hit no run
I step with a four they scream and shout
And my new ting gimme Alibi
Sloppy slop on the fucking couch

We just bagged up a 9 in minutes
Get it gone in hours
We sift this white like flour
Hit the roads
When I got this power
Ain't giving out powder
I Keep 2 n q in the sock
Big Rambo when I shot to the opps
Yeah I really shot to the opps

I'm in Selfridges with the gang gang
We're going straight to fendi
Rambos tucked like it's fucking trendy
Left back Shhh in the car Ben Mendy
The assistants looking peng
HAHA
I can tell she's friendly
We ain't doing up steaks in gauchos
Grab that steak knife then we get cheffy

I might fly up Manny
Then go and link Cellz n Shootah
See them man really trap no cap
Had white on scales in boot cuts
Now we dressed in slim fit Nike trackies
But the drip still move up
Gang doing Up Binance jobs
Cards don't lock
See my guys all clued up

Ain't doing up Snapchat
Back my blade when there giving that backchat
Opps get backstrap
2 in a rizz
Shhh got smoked
But where do I ash that
Someone pass me the ashtray quick
Coz the heads real big gotta tap that
Flick flick flick
Flick flick tap that

Just bucked up with conz
Yeah
Got a hole load of pills and Zannys
Better pay that tick
Or gang leave a hole in your head no bally
Last night got arrested
But they didn't find shit in the car
New ting in the passenger seat
Got hard food tucked right under her bra

It ain't 6am in Brighton
But I'm getting sloppy slop on the pier
1 bottle of wine and she take this 9
Like she got no fear
Big dick in her mouth
Shoulda seen how her mouth just dribble
Mouth full of nuts
Should've seen this squirrel nibble

0 21 try lock off carny
Now I'm in the club with Barbie's
Army
Let's party party
Shut down dance with a brand new Carti
And my new ting just stepped in
Rar
Golden English rose
See her BBL get attention
So I gotta watch when I step on the road

See I'm out for the Lizzy
But fuck the Maguire
If I see you in an England shirt
I'm a pop 2 straight in your tyre
Back then it was corn and hammers
Riding round in boot cuts
Same time I invest hammers
Same time that your gang get shoot up

I put white on scales
That's 3 to 1 on the presser
Got Jamie back in the T house
Scoring for fun like Vardy in Leicester
You can get left back like Evra
Or Ashley Young
Play man out of position
What
What
Are you fucking dumb

No need for a stab proof
Coz the opps don't know my face
When I bust my case
Had to let them know
It's a title race
See them man play foul
They try come with a two foot tackle
You don't want this battle
Step to the field
Eat shh like cattle