Riding

Can't-can't talk about riding

We the **** that rid

Late alone grinding

I was out late for a couple of quid

And I ain't feelin' that ting

The wars, the wars ain't bringing that in

Violence, do that with no surprises

Wave that 'round and I'm digging that in

I'm-I'm good in my hood, of course

And I'm good with the flicks and stick as well

This sweet one got arse and tits as well

Filled up clips as well

My man got fried like chips as well

I circled more than once or twice

With Slap and Stickz as well

On the road, got clout for savage

Parties, broski brang it

Feds at my door like damn it

Damn it, caught another case for the maddest

My yardie one, she the baddest

Slap it, grab it, I'm love with her backazz

She just start comin' 'round the GBGs

And now she's in love with the slappazz

Grabbed-grabbed him

Sad ting, said he weren't 'bout it

But look now, should've never allowed him

Not a class for the clowning

Drown him, I done it and burnt that outfit

In the field, their work-rate is quiet

But on the net when they talk, they're the loudest

How is this damp? Fuck, never mind it

Cah I was in the t house counting up thousands

Ay, side by side in the four-wheel motor

Oh Lord! Gangdem, we're doing up gliding, frightening

Stretch that pack like yoga

Tryna see cake go wide then heighten, heighten

Screw Loose got his screw tightened

Talk about wrong place, wrong timing

Young, when you're older, keep your composure

Bro just step and press for the livin's

Trap-trap phone still ringing

Same way the bots and things still beating

Really handshake them a greeting

Ride out, it's GBGs that you're meeting

Ching it, duss, we don't cause no fuss

Made a lot of them buss like semen

Demon, demon

Me and bro's like Kel and Keenan

I was in the trap when I weren't at school

Just tryna move white like Liam

Opps can't see him

Do a man live like Grant done Ian

'Round-'round here, top guys, we be 'em

They just can't stand 'cause I'm making bucks

You see me?

I just can't wait till I see 'em

And if you talk tough on beats

But don't mistake that shit with the streets

They don't practice what they preach

Cah their works don't match the receipts

What do you mean?

ADs, GBs do it live on the streets

Bro-bro throw that corn and then skeet

Black blade wave 'round then dig it in deep

And she didn't wanna know back then

But now I bet she wish that she knew me more

And look how many yutes we saw

And suttin got diced like a Ludi board

Breaking news, new reports

Opp block tour, buss them doors

17, slangin' trap

Real rap, no cap, I can move this fours

Hands on a suttin'

Drill that now

Back then it was hands on a flicks

Spill that now

Just got a brand new strain of the L

Man bill that now

I do it like Bikes and Jaj, no PDC

But I peel that now

They can't do it like us, truss

We creep up, they duss, fuss

Most of their man's been touched, nuff

Gyal want woody and fuck

I don't wanna have to cause no fuss

Cah it won't be nice if your bredrins cuts

They talk 'bout cash, but they're fucking fruss

Ay, JB, hold me down

Tell a boy shhh shhh

Ride for their homies now

Hold me down, holy cow

I been chinging from kway

But dem boy waan go on like it's only now

Them man do shit drills and brag

That's why me and them couldn't roll around

Still, when I cut I gotta dodge these bacons

True say, they know about me and my status

Haters, fools, they're fools, they're fakers

Real life shit, don't ever mistake it

Wave it, wave it, shave it

No faces, no cases and no traces

How many times have I clutched on my stainless?

Wave that 'round, still bunnin' them paigons

Mash-mash on burst

Cough, cough, buss

He got got, that's us, us

Done and never caused no fuss (Ghosty)

Left, left in dust

Oh well, get gwop, that's a fuckin' must

Trust, trust

GBGs, that's nuttin but love