Peaky Blinders

Think twice before you make your move

There's not a man that can step on my shoes

I still act like I've got nothing to lose

And they all talk gangster till one's in the room

I can see straight through 'em, they're pretenders

They don't know about benzo' and blenders

Hydraulic ten-ton pressers

They don't know about loading up weapons

They don't know about teaching boys lessons

Club boppin', SQ7s

Holdin' .38 Smith and Wessons

And how a 36 used to cost 27

My team are family not friends

We all stand strong till the end

I keep a big sawn-off .410

For all them fuck boys that think that they're men

What you saying, my boy, what you telling me?

Pups tryna bark, they ain't got the pedigree

We go Peaky Blinders on the enemies

Ram 'em off the road in the Cherokee

What you saying, my boy, what you telling me?

Pups tryna bark, they ain't got the pedigree

We go Peaky Blinders on the enemies

Ram 'em off the road in the Cherokee

They buy Nokias and think they're ballers

Our encros moves packs through borders

These soft boys know they can't war us

We wear gloves and drive high performance

They already know that we're fly fellas

Come through, Rolex Sky-Dwellers

Put in work, cuzzy, now the line's better

Started from the bottom, now the sky's better

36 zeds in the whole one

Ram me enemies with the Shogun

Bang to rights, but never own up

Still got my guns, I never sold none

E 53, might pull up in a black Benz

.38 snubnose, fuck a MAC-10

Dem boy paigon, I can't stand them

I turn up with like thirty of the mandem

What you saying, my boy, what you telling me?

Pups tryna bark, they ain't got the pedigree

We go Peaky Blinders on the enemies

Ram 'em off the road in the Cherokee

What you saying, my boy, what you telling me?

Pups tryna bark, they ain't got the pedigree

We go Peaky Blinders on the enemies

Ram 'em off the road in the Cherokee

Stand behind us, we protect 'em

If they stand beside us, we respect 'em

If they stand in front of me, I'll get a Cherokee Jeep

And I won't stop rammin' till we get them

And I've grown from nothing up to something

Cold nights, but I never stopped hustling

And I've grafted every street 'round London

Real recognize real, so we salute Dublin

What you saying, my boy, what you telling me?

Pups tryna bark, they ain't got the pedigree

We go Peaky Blinders on the enemies

Ram 'em off the road in the Cherokee

What you saying, my boy, what you telling me?

Pups tryna bark, they ain't got the pedigree

We go Peaky Blinders on the enemies

Ram 'em off the road in the Cherokee