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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Krept & Konan
Krept & Konan
Vocals
Stormzy
Stormzy
Vocals
Cadet
Cadet
Vocals
Nyge
Nyge
Performer
Levi Lennox
Levi Lennox
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Casyo Johnson
Casyo Johnson
Composer
Karl Wilson
Karl Wilson
Composer
Michael Ebenezer Kwadjo Omari Owuo Jr.
Michael Ebenezer Kwadjo Omari Owuo Jr.
Composer
Blaine Cameron Johnson
Blaine Cameron Johnson
Composer
Nyandoro Kelly
Nyandoro Kelly
Composer
Ellis Cruickshank Taylor
Ellis Cruickshank Taylor
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Nyge
Nyge
Producer
Levi Lennox
Levi Lennox
Producer
Matt Barnes
Matt Barnes
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Rvchet
Rvchet
Mixing Engineer
Shane Shanahan
Shane Shanahan
Mixing Engineer
Dave Kutch
Dave Kutch
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Yeah
[Verse 2]
Suck your mum, foolish prick (Fool)
Bust your gun, stop talking shit
If I call Aki (Brrr)
You'll see what a don is, Champagne Papi
Wait, astaghfirullah
Bro's still got a dog in the car (Baow)
Erm, bro's on deck (No)
Beef online, no not Krept
Ask my accountant for this year profit
Only time that I'm doing loads on net (Brrr)
If bro come here with extension (What?)
Have man bobbing and weaving (Baow!)
I test out the Aventador
That's a goat in a Lamb', how can I be vegan? (Skrrt)
[Verse 3]
Sorcerer
I can't sit the fence
Bro had the ting in events
They make subs online
I can't understand, I've never been on the bench (Never)
Get money and take flights
Before rap, I was out late night
Back of the cab with a burner
Like Stefflon Don on a date night (Kaboom!)
Police lights give me anxiety
Mac D's didn't wanna to hire me (No)
When me and Scab robbed them boxes of magic
I felt like Hermione (Ha-ha-ha-ha)
Nearly got nicked with a shh
When I say, "Shh", I don't mean quietly
Tell these fuck boys, "Stop trying me!" (Stop trying me)
'Cause my mad friend is doing enquiries
[Verse 4]
Young black king, yeah, I came and I murked it
15 yeah, I had a chain but I jerked it
Man can't talk about whips or P's
Got a S-class sitting there covered in bird shit
Fuck sake, man
You can't even pay what I pay for my permit
Prime time television face like Dermot
L'Oreal flows man, they pay 'cause I'm worth it
[Verse 5]
Man, I've been the boy
Act like you ain't seen the boy
I'm from the dirty south, can't clean the boy
Man have to call me Arena Boy
And that's 20 thou' can't get in my boat
They need my face on the 20 pound note
Turn up the bass, start letting out volts
Like, who wants to smoke? (Who wants it?)
[Verse 6]
Letting off smoke
Abu Dhabi, getting off boats (Kaboom!)
Your advance, I get it in shows
And a Addison Lee and I get it in notes
They talk bad but they never involved (Never)
Bro's unruly, like Poppy
And he as something in his right hand (Ayy)
But it ain't nothing like Koffee (Ha-ha-ha)
[Verse 7]
Gratitude is a must
London road, bag of yutes on the bus
Come back home, bagging food in my mums
Cling film done 'cause I'm using it up
Sharron's house had dirty floors
On the TV Jersey shore (Real life shit)
Suck your mum with a curly straw
[Verse 8]
Suck your mu- no wait
Suck your dad this time
Auntie, Bro, Granddad this time
Bro jump on the dual, get jacked this time
My white boy hollered me said, his new strap quality
Knock, knock, who is there? Sallam aki isa
Issa who? It's a robbery (Bombaclaat)
[Verse 9]
Say you're a trapstar, that's got to be banter (Ha-ha-ha)
You're talking cells on cells, that's got to be cancer (Liar)
Punch in your face mid shakku, Vale got no control, Lukkaku (Velli)
And he got a shotty in the car, word, more black dots than a password
[Verse 10]
Look, old money turned to new money
Had that dirty money, watch me clean it up (Huh)
And even **** we were beefing see the table
Now they trying to pull a seat with us (Yeah)
Nah **** can't eat with us (No)
You see the cakes, and you can eat the dust (Yeah)
Couple **** trying to beef with us
'Cause their baby mother is getting D from us (Oh!)
[Verse 11]
But we ain't like them ****, no
Old school, new school, no telling **** flow (Go!)
Pull up on them and let them **** know
Big MAC, your head back like your head with a bow
I squeeze on ****, I reload triggers (Uh, uh)
Three man down, yeah, man I free throw **** (Baow!)
Pull up with some old school Bebo **** (Yeah)
Make **** take flights like Heathrow **** (Ah)
Head back ****, I head rap ****
Permanent on your head, man I head tap **** (Keep going!)
The lead cap **** and I meant that **** (Uh)
And it's your fault, **** should have head back **** (Go!)
They nothing like us, ain't on it like us (No, never)
Never grew from the mud and metal like us
There's no question if the metal might bust (Uh?!)
**** keep talking, and baow!
[Verse 12]
Rest in peace cuz
Written by: Blaine Cameron Johnson, Casyo Johnson, Ellis Cruickshank Taylor, Karl Wilson, Michael Ebenezer Kwadjo Omari Owuo Jr., Nyandoro Kelly
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