Charva Essentials

Big-boy bike, I'ma twist it and send it

Fuck an X5, I'll merk it and blend it

I'm on a four-stroke, tryna smoke it and end it

I'm never gonna stop, I don't wanna get arrested

If it's not a four-stroke, it's electric

Chorin' Surrons, the boys will collect it

On a late night so feds don't suspect it

Fresh out the box and I can't wait to test it

Twist that, lift that and then lean back

Cutting through Gipton, ayo, where's the team at?

I was in an A3, cruising along

Next thing you know, YJ plates got me TPAC

Now l'm thinking about what l've got

Is it inside the boot? I'm not sure, I forgot

When they open that boot, that's when my heart drops

And he said "The boot's empty", I said "Thank God"

Two X5s and an unmarked squad

You can't tell me that were just a routine stop

And they never found shit

But I swear if they'da searched me the day before that, bro, I woulda got locked

Like yo, fuck me, that was a close one!

Copped a new whip and then I got rid of the old one

K-A-V, you know I don't run from no one

You've got more chance of me landing in a Shogun

Ten-ten back, tell her bend it like Beckham

I've got two more rounds in me, girl, what you reckon?

Put her on her back, then I'm giving her the weapon

In round 3 I'll hit her with the finish like Tekken

Put your guns up, put 'em up to the sky

This one goes out to the ravers inside

I'ma pull up outside in that big-boy ride

Two bottles of the Goose and I'm on a good vibe

Pretty brunette, fat back and big thighs

I'm impressed with her size and I love her green eyes

I'll make 'em roll back when I put it inside

Put your legs on your shoulders and make you feel nice

Yo, Nike Air Max with a brand new Berghaus

Sitting in a Jeep and I'm doing bare burnouts

My man were tryna find me on Snap Maps

He were pissed when he found I was chilling in his bird's house

K-A-V sitting on your bird's couch

Know you're pissed off 'cause of how your life turned out

These man are washed up, watch 'em get boxed up

Somebody tell 'em all that it's my turn now

Big four-stroke ripping on the pavement

I'm down for action like Jason Statham

Fuck the West Yorkshire Police, man, I hate 'em

It's always "no comment" if I'm sitting in a station

If them blue lights flash, then I'll race 'em

And do a little Tokyo Drift like I'm Asian

Foot to the floor, l'ma smoke 'em and blaze 'em

I gotta get it done, man, I'm way too impatient

What you know about rammers and Beemers?

Scammers and schemers

Naughty cash grabbers and dealers

I used to kick ball in my Adidas sneakers

Until I got taught how to whip three litres

I've got summat in the boot

I just got that from Peter's

And dropped it at Tina's

Pull up in the rave with some bad señoritas

A couple bad boys and a couple loose geezers

Twist that till it pops and it sparks

If that Beemer's about, then I'll cut through the parks

And the power button's mad, so it's fast when it darts

And all you can hear is "ring ding ding!" when it starts

And it's minor

It's tryna lift 'cause it's lighter

I'm tryna hold it down, but that bitch is a fighter

I like CRF, but that Yamaha's nicer

Shout my boy Kep, that's a bad-boy rider

You're not a bad boy, you're a snitch

You don't wanna try take me for a bitch

Get smacked in your face, you'll be needing a stitch

And you don't wanna see K-A-V switch

You're not a bad boy, you're a snitch

You don't wanna get found lying in a ditch

Get smacked in your face, you'll be needing a stitch

And you don't wanna see K-A-V switch

Yo, jump on the mic and shut the shit down

K-A-V's back with that bassline sound

I'm the best that's around, man, I've never been a clown

I'll pull up and I'll spin a man in his own town

These man act bad and talk crap like they're winning

Nah, bro, you need to lay off that bash that you're sniffing

If I catch the cunt slipping, I'll smack man and chin him

West Yorkshire on top, yeah, the boys stay winning

Jump on the mic and I'm taking the piss

And I've got the girls skanking and shaking their hips

Everybody get down, get crazy with this

Leeds crew, let's show 'em how we rave in the bits

Two bottles down and I'm wavy and pissed

I've got my full crew inside on the guest list

When it comes to MCs, bro, l'm the bestest

Not a single MC wanna try and test this

Nah, bro, you don't really wanna try test

You don't really wanna get left in a mess

I was born to do this, I was raised on the best

That's Trilla, Pantha, Slick Don and Speckz

Pull up to the nightclub looking all fresh

Ten-tens in the place and they're wanting the sex

If she wants to flex, then she can get pressed

She knows l'm old-school like (Ohh Yes)

Man I'm old-school like Skepta

Old-school like bassline in a Vectra

Old-school like Andrés Iniesta

Make the DJ say "Rewind, selecta!"

When I touch mics, there ain't nobody badder

Got more bars than a strip down Maga

It's the microphone killer, bassline top shagger

Sideways in a rammer while I cut down your manor

L double E D to the S

0 double-1 3, Leeds crew does it best

I was raised in a city full of thugs and skets

Drugs and debts and dirty bassline sets

And it's lively

Going home's not likely

Vodka-lemonade in my cup mixed nicely

VIP booth and we're living life pricey

All the bassline sluts get feisty

Just a kid from 0 double-1 3

I was in my room listening to T to the Z

4x4 bassline, old-school Niche

What you know about Pantha a.k.a. P

These man are good, but they're nothing like me

You are not on my level, you are not in my league

If they want it, then I'll show 'em what's popping, my G

K-A-V, you know you can't drop it like me, yo

Ladies, let me see you one-foot skank

Ladies, let me see you one-foot skank

Ladies, let me see you one-foot skank

Put your guns to the sky, do the one-foot skank, yo

Ladies, let me see you one-foot skank

Ladies, let me see you one-foot skank

Ladies, let me see you one-foot skank

Put your guns to the sky, do the one-foot skank, yo