Part 1

[Intro]
M1OnTheBeat
Yo
Free Slim Jim
Free Boogie Bando
Let's go
Yo

[Verse 1: Bandokay]
I’m in the booth with Charlie and Lz
Hear the paigons dem are onto me so I've gotta fill 'em with bells and make them scream like girls
They might send back two shells but we circle again tryna take some health
If bro don’t know how to bruck it, give it to me, I'll do it myself
This bad B's tryna dance with me, got my Rambo on me, tell this baddie to slow down
Back windows roll down, everyone's shook, eyes light up when the pole's out
Yo, everyone's screaming out OFB, it's the same old batch when we roll out
My bro don't want me to ride no more, he said, "K, you can stick to the shows now"

[Verse 2: Double Lz]
Broski cocked it, one in the head, kitchen goes in, bends in the chest
OFB’s on shit, get it correct, go and ask them how the GG’s stepped
You ever rid out to your paigons ends, shotgun beats off, make that spread
Them man concede but they won't confess, like one little Dez
Bando’s my darg, no Churchill, clean man's crop, no Persil
Dip man down or bro will burst you, guess you can't cover your back like a turtle
Have you ever done it and act like it weren't you? In a fed chase, jump fence like hurdles
Spot my opps, this is a pursuit, I remember those days I was locked on Curfew
[Verse 3: Bandokay]
Should I stick to the shows? Nah, fuck all of that, I wanna get ’round and buss it
Got my aunty's cussin', my paigons dussin', who's on the ride? No busin'
Everyone's discussing, I ain't on chattings, give me the whoosh, I'm bussin'
Xin xhao, I was tryna cut him, no borer for my fist, headbutt him
I had big man cutting, blade tryna cut him, got me screaming "why you running"
Deep down in my head tryna done him, just give me the tre one hundred and I'll bun him
I had big man cutting, blade tryna cut him, got me screaming "why you running"
Deep down in my head tryna done him, just give me the tre one hundred and I'll bun him

[Verse 4: Double Lz]
Spin this wagon, rip him, splash him, ching him, clap him, click it, bang it
Hit this faggot, Cillit Bang it, pull up on them and they always vanish
Now I'm convinced that these yutes do magic, run off and trip, get ching and turn package
Man live this gang shit, pull the bark and chew man's fabric
Ay, bro-bro catch him
These yutes ain't ever come back, no word of a lie since AB slapped it
Gang shit, had about twelve man dashing
Samurai, back it out from my jacket
Catch him, ching man's rassclart back in
I had man's rental skeeting and crashing, rule number one, don't loose in traffic

Part 2

[Verse 1: Double Lz]
From a young age don't feel when I wet guys, how many man got touched over them sides?
You don't wanna get caught lacking, ching man's rassclart, sorry, it's bedtime
One in his chest, neck and intestines, slide in bruck down Fords, no headlights
Why you think 'bout your dead guys? S slapped it tryna hit man's left eye
I was fifteen when we done it on pedals, big fifteen tryna ching man's vessel
Give him a trim like I worked in Shendals, get pulled for your kettle Anywhere, anytime, pop man's bezzle, rudeboy sekkle, fill him with metal
T Trap's stuck in the trap, Broadwater Farm, we're the UK rebels
Kill confirmed, couldn't give two fucks, he's down south with flowers and doves
Rise this shotgun up and then buss, pull up on anyone, foot on the clutch
DV got caught, bro shedded his blood
Lil Jojo got caught like twice, made that three, better know that you're done
Juice gon' spill like peanut punch
[Verse 2: Bandokay]
Yo
This bad B's tryna bruck her back, all eyes on me, like slow down barbie
I got two packs under the car seat, me, I just care I don't buck into 'rales
I told Froggz sign up for the army, wallahi, you won't get far when the Star beats
Year 8, running down in Huaraches, Year 9, still tryna run on safari
Still, I get 'round with the yardies, JA ting and it's stepping Ed Hardy
Yo, she just wanna kiss and tell, I just wanna shoot and chill with jihadis
Told broski swing straight for the hearty, he hit him one time, head back, so classy
Told broski swing straight for the hearty, he hit him one time, head back, so classy
Got me spinning my head out the window, shots fired got him doing the limbo
Still, I got a slice, no Kimbo, big no, a dozen a day off this sim phone
T house with the same old ringtone, I'm on white yutes, black too, real skintone
Is it him? Bro-bro said, "I think so", ring Mo, jump out, bow on the same road
Tap bro like it's interesting bro, same hoe going on bad when they're slim broke