[Intro]
Yo
Add a K to the O get blammed
Gang shit, free Boogie Bando
You know
Listen up
Gang shit

[Verse 1 - Dezzie]
Yo, I'm still tryna to do it like I done it with Boogie
Swing blades in hoodies, do it like [censored], put my shank in fully
Jump out like yo, what's goody, might see me jump off, smoke, no joobie
I shoulda been on the pitch playing footy but instead, I'm sat in the T, getting juggy
My sweet one stepped out in drip, she said the whole outfits Louie
Oi
Shotty come longer than Twin so bro chopped it down, same size as Stewie
3 man got chinged by surprise and **** came home with his rambo gooey
Come a long way from a joobie, I remember those days when I used to rock Trueys
He said that his soul's in fully, boy run off and left his guy, how could he?
Pussy, straight leather gloves no wooly
If I back this smoke, I'll put a bullet through your hoodie
Feds had me in the wing like Bully
In a grey tracksuit, you know we [?] hoodies
On a yard, I was smoking on cookery or boogie, my headback was licked off fully
I dare man press on my buttons, I rise my suttin and shoot like Yookie[?]
Anytime guys lurking, we're purging, tryna ***** these rookies
I dare man press on my buttons, I rise my suttin and shoot like Yookie[?]
Anytime guys lurking, we're purging, tryna ***** these rookies
[Verse 2 - Double L'z]
Who's that yute? Tell broski spin it
You don't wanna get cheffed to a midget
Royal London, you ain't going to a clinic
Straight airlift, little man, I'm not kidding
On the 9 block, catch 2 where you're thinking
Dip it, rip it, swing like Quiddit[?]
Smoke in the ride, pop up and fling it
It's nothing but truth when I spit these lyrics
Creepz don't lack, got a big Xing Shao[?]
Creeping crowds tryna get man down
I'm out and about, doing things for the pounds
Skid skr shit, jump out on clowns
Press on the 9, no feds getting down
They talk on the tracks, nobody can vouch
Man never talk badup and that's on my child
Tackle, tackle, Snipes got fouled

[Verse 3 - Bandokay]
Shotty comes long like Grace
Half it, half it, same size as Akz
Facts
You never creeped in flats
His eyes light up like he's smoking crack
Yo
How many man turnt pack
Come off the net ting, go ride for your akh
It's all mad when shh got it back
Chill on the 9 piece when you're talking smack
IT's all mad when you're bucking to Dapz
Got racks for straps and jewels, don't cap
I dare man push my button, I rise my suttin and shoot like Claps
Juice ain't right in the head, anywhere, anytime, bet broski slaps
38 handting, bet it claps
Been in the [?] and the N9 flats