Fill it with corn, cock it and slap it, hold this wap, Becky a savage
Bigga, big blade no cover, really tryna catch him and do him proper
Don't lack in the O, be ready, you can get caught OT like Headie
Hoods up, Transit door just slides, I've been on too many rides
I love Chris Rich
Hoods up, Transit door just slides, I've been on too many rides
Lil bro asked "Who should he knife?"
If he's throwing up O's then we'll take his life
Ain't no joke when TP rides, ching, gotta go swing, make mumzy's cry
Big .44, that's what we rise, samurai swords, kitchen knives
Hoods up, Transit doors just slides, I've been on too many rides
Lil bro asked "Who should he knife?"
If he's throwing up O's then we'll take his life
Ain't no joke when TP rides, ching, gotta go swing, make mumzy's cry
Big .44, that's what we rise, samurai swords, kitchen knives
Bigga, big blade no cover, really tryna catch him and do him proper
Don't get caught on the ride or stutter, you'll end up six feet under
That's ten in his back like Messi and two in the dots don't test me
Just bless me, cah the words on the streets don't lie
If Iarbs and GI are on him I'm on him, I won't even ask them why?
Just jump in that dinger, with a rusty loaded spinner
No cap when I step on the pitch, slap bally on my force like Mizz
Don't get caught and sing like Tuggzy, don't sing like Izz
On the trip tryna make it happen
It's about time they done some clappings
Round of applause, cah the ting came patterned
Splash man down, left hand, he's staggered
Talk on my name, that's ketchup splattered
Get caught with your bae, don't run don't panic
Pauses the ting when they see me back it
Sauce on my blade, lil' man turn cabbage
Pull up on your block and we ain't no guests
TP crash the party, it's ments
Run man down straight out their ends
Don't scream, don't shout if I back this skeng
This gun don't click 'cause it's filled with lead
Step on the gas, we don't brake on bends
No skin fades tryna hit mans head (no)
Now I'm smoking on the L tryna pray he's dead
Don't lack in the O, be ready, you can get caught OT like Headie
Got the semi tryna aim it steady, close one eye, got the wap no Fetty
And I get high with the 9, no Baby, you can get drilled by me or Eddie
Cause some stress, put yutes on telly
You can get popped in the T no cherry
Go to the plug, don't do con, cats in the bando, ain't no Tom
Swing my blade but they still sing song how
You telling these lies what the fuck are you on?
Dezzie don't ride 'cause his kidneys
Gone, buck into us then your ride gets long
TP gang, ask what we're on we rise them skengs then rap on songs
Don't slip in the pitch like Gerrard, cah that's 2 in your back like Neville
When they see me, they seeing the devil, saw my man then I clean it with Dettol
Then it's, it's straight to the dungeons, TP that's Ducketts Common
Don't try run, don't try run, run out of breath and you will get bun
How can you say that TP don't crash? Yet we created this beef
We were there, just creeping in flats
They forgetting them times when we had all of dem man just doing up dash
Them man vanish, trip on your block and it might be tragic
No wonder why them man panic
On the opp block man's lean and cocking
With the dot-dot aim high, no stopping
Do it non-stop, see bodies dropping
Hit one of them, now my top needs washing
With the rambo, Xin Zhao, bro got him
When we ride out we feed them losses
Back the .9 out, don't give no tosses
On the front line where the opps ain't crossing
Fill it with corn, cock it and slap it, hold this wap, Becky a savage
He tried run, slip, then panic, close one eye when we have them dashing
Told my man that I ain't on chattings, big 15 unclipped for splashings
Saw three of them, two just vanished, done it on the net 'cause they do it for the fashion
Lurky, lurky, with a mop, no beater, on the Farm block I'm a local cleaner
Two shanks up, big five seater fuck your mate can't sip no litre
Hit his bro, can't sip some either, force my shank till it goes in deeper
This blade is a well known leaker, Glock 19, I'm a opp block creeper
Hoods up, Transit door just slides, I've been on too many rides
Lil bro asked "Who should he knife?"
If he's throwing up O's then we'll take his life
Ain't no joke when TP rides, ching, gotta go swing, make mumzy's cry
Big .44, that's what we rise, samurai swords, kitchen knives
Hoods up, Transit doors just slides, I've been on too many rides
Lil bro asked "Who should he knife?"
If he's throwing up O's then we'll take his life
Ain't no joke when TP rides, ching, gotta go, swing make mumzy's cry
Big .44 that's what we rise, samurai swords, kitchen knives