Loaf Man

Big bread, loaf man

Hit squad, smoke man

Great bricks, coke gang

Catch up with the programme

Big bread, loaf man

Hit squad, smoke man

Great bricks, coke gang

Catch up with the programme

They call me the loaf man

Any violations, man throw bread on it

This new brick just came TT with a German footballer's head on it

Plus it's a new link, so you know I told little man that he's gotta bring that stick

I can see good signs already 'cause of bare red axle grease on the brick

You gotta keep it raw for the hood lines

Everyone traps, there's a hundred players

I'm sick of grabbin' these tops in corona, it's always comin' with a hundred layers

We got these Manchester trap lines boomin', we're the second largest out of the cities

This one came over by a half ounce, so ToBo pass it all out to the nitties

Hard work and dedication pays off, but there's certain methods to make them cats ring

Plug should thank me, the amount of people I motivated to start distracting

The way I got skills in the kitchen, I coulda been a master chef and wrote me a cookbook

I like de-badging hypo ding dongs

In it for the speed, not in it for a good look

Put that pedal to the metal, double clutching

Swerving corners, tell a boy "Laters"

People try tarnish my name when they lie on it

But them man are just jealous and haters

This could be you too, but are you ready to sacrifice your life to this raw packet?

I just gave to racks, two bands in Harrods for this new Oblique Dior jacket

Big bread, loaf man

Hit squad, smoke man

Great bricks, coke gang

Catch up with the programme

Big bread, loaf man

Hit squad, smoke man

Great bricks, coke gang

Catch up

Can't use the same heat twice, and my link's locked up

So I had to link up with the bait Turks

I hold straps in the States but not the UK

Them man mustn't know how the game works

Flow's very unique 'cause I got mad beats

So the fans' heads bop like Churchill

Put people on their feet and stuck to the code of the streets

He's washed more white than Persil

Slap rubber bands on my stacks and didn't waste though

That's Mumsy's purse full

Cracked on and kept my head down, in my own lane

Slow and steady wins the race, like a turtle

Feds try to fuck with the movement

Put me in jail just as I got booked for the Wireless

They might catch me in the same clothes from my music vids

'Cause 'round here we don't use stylists

But you know I'm winning that trial, not guilty all the way

T ain't got time for probation

And I can never let a leng one hold my stick

'Cause she'll snitch with no hesitation

Manhunt a year, guard dem trottin', guard dem trottin'

Can't lie, that was the fun days

Now we're croppin' and we're shottin' while the five-oh plottin'

Never leave dough where your mum stays

I flex Rollies on both sides, the east side

Fuck the chicken up, man recipe soup

I like tings that are lookin' all mad from the back

Just like a E53 coupe

Hella hypos and poles in my section

So you know there's four pipes in the four-pipe

Moloko vibes the way I had to bring it back

'Cause a few K too weak like a fortnight

Big bread, loaf man

Hit squad, smoke man

Great bricks, coke gang

Catch up with the programme

Big bread, loaf man

Hit squad, smoke man

Great bricks, coke gang

Catch up with the programme