Lyrics
(Brigades, MKThePlug)
Out here in the concrete jungle, gotta treat these opps like prey (prey)
Just got a chase from jakes, but I got away, sorry, not today
I just got a chase, it's mad, it's a mad ting, so I hide from Jad (hidin')
Decamp from gang, .32 goes bang (bang), grease it, so the mash don't jam
Me and S in the ride, two loaded wap, no, flick shanks can't get backed on man (they can't)
Car door pop and the opps get prang, no cap, it's best for you to not lack
Get sent south side, no Bagel, fuck a Bagel, slap corn at your Mac D's
These dumb lil' opp boys can't at me (woi), try Gun Lean and get shot from the back seat, Rv
Bro was itchin' to get down my man, but I told him, "Leave him for me"
That boy is mine like Monica and Brandy (leave him), I'll shave man's wig like Andy (shave that)
I called the new wap Patrick 'cause I roll with the Star like Sandy (ah)
Shh got shh, held one in his leg, and now he can't walk like Bambi (pissed)
Keep tools in the ride at all times, never know when they might come in handy (never know)
I was in jail watchin' Hollyoaks, same time Darren was cheatin' with Mandy (stress)
I don't feel them yutes, so I spilled man's juice, shank game on cranberry (ching)
Bad bih wanna come to the Nizz and off them panties, meet me at Tangy
Bando, I'll slap this gladly on the backstreet, turn guys into athletes (dash off)
I'm in the nizz, .44, that's Tangy, with a bad bih backin' it for a mad G
Man slapped at your tracksuits, get 'round there and dash off two batteries, mad greeze (dashin')
Man hide from jihadis, Ali's, get 'round there with Rambos and ballys (ching)
Bando, man's trappy, slappy, on the other hand, tryna make mum happy (happy)
My aunty's tellin' me I'm a bad breed, I'm a bad breed, spill juice like cranberry (man spill it)
Boogie B gets splashy, free up my akhi, bro-bro weren't no patty (free bro)
The Niners too chatty (too chatty), gang get tappy, gyal on my line, too catty (catty)
Every day, I wake and pray (pray), thank God I ain't rubbed like them lot (paigons)
I do bits like Love Island, my line don't ring for no ten shot (ring)
Red card, get him sent off, ching man's head, now he's lookin' like Lescott (ching)
Just got new boots, I copped me a 9, but I never went to a crep shop
Every day, I wake and pray (pray), thank God I ain't rubbed like them lot (paigons)
I do bits like Love Island, my line don't ring for no ten shot (ring)
Red card, get him sent off, ching man's head, now he's lookin' like Lescott (ching)
Just got new boots, I copped me a 9, but I never went to a crep shop
Ay-ay, three car doors get popped in the A, man lurk on the two's like I'm from that place
Catch me a opp, man cheffin' that straight, shave man, dip him up and then skate
What you know 'bout big fat shank on your waist, or a tinted dinger containin' the gauge? (Baow)
Slap this dots, shells fly in your face, back to the block, L2 get blazed
Kway back then used to roll with the kitch', now it's same size as a walkin' stick
Test me and bro, then you're takin' a risk, you'll see me in the late night patrollin' your strip (you will)
'Til a black male get shot or chinged (blaow), it's straight opp boys, no innocent shit
My yute run, you don't wanna get hit, that-that yute's broke, but I made him drip
Yo, I coulda been on the pitch doin' rainbow flicks, but instead I'm in the trap with this Rambo (in the bando)
I didn't choose this life, this life chose me (no way), my marj hates it, but my fans don't (sorry marj)
This life is peak, and I know it's the streets, so let me tell you how my gang roll
I'm in Southampton with this 15-inch, new jewels now we see man in Zandos
If I could, I'll share my age, but most of you would think that this kid is bluffin' (he's bluffin')
But let me show you somethin', I done more things than most man in this ting, it's nothin' (trust me)
But don't start judgin', I'm just tellin' you about this shitty little life that I'm stuck in (shit life)
My friends in jail, my opps in hell, and the verbal abuse keeps comin' (dead up, dead up)
Every day, I wake and pray (pray), thank God I ain't rubbed like them lot (paigons)
I do bits like Love Island, my line don't ring for no ten shot (ring)
Red card, get him sent off, ching man's head, now he's lookin' like Lescott (ching)
Just got new boots, I copped me a 9, but I never went to a crep shop
Every day, I wake and pray (pray), thank God I ain't rubbed like them lot (paigons)
I do bits like Love Island, my line don't ring for no ten shot (ring)
Red card, get him sent off, ching man's head, now he's lookin' like Lescott (ching)
Just got new boots, I copped me a 9, but I never went to a crep shop
Writer(s): Marcellus Kelly
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