3AM in Whitechapel

Look at the Bengali young boys

Look at their car

At forty-nine, you're still shotting

They can't do it like us, they know who run this market

Three o'clock in Whitechapel, but we got the engine barking

Bad girl tryna link but she's jarring, I'm in London with the Bengalis

I know you ain't onto the dargies, pussio, you don't wanna turn to a target

Pretty Bengali, Princess Jasmine

If you come with the talk, better come with the action

Two Z's of the ket, still bagged in the flats

And the flake's still under the mattress

Pose for the picture, fresh for the Insta

"Ten times lenger" still on her caption

No, I ain't got no emotions, still tryna lick shots at the motives

You was tryna rub tings with lotion, broski, tell me what's really important?

Posted on four corners, I got a love-hate relationship with the ballers

Bro's tryna get packs in the town while you're tryna find out how to get him deported

They can't do it like us, they know who run this market

Three o'clock in Whitechapel, but we got the engine barking

Bad girl tryna link but she's jarring, I'm in London with the Bengalis

I know you ain't onto the dargies, pussio, you don't wanna turn to a target

These brown motherfuckers multiply, I see twenty as soon as one arrives

On behalf of my folk, I apologise, London just got colonised

Broke out from the confinement but they start treat man like an outsider

Oh well, it's just me and this Lyca, fuck them, I don't like them either

These dickheads know I don't lie man, how you tryna call man bhaisaab?

Deal with my left but I feed with my right hand

No smile on my face till the line rang

Bro got pissed, thought the plug weren't coming, ubaow

Don't say I ain't one in a million, fuck off, you're tryna be like my man

They can't do it like us, they know who run this market

Three o'clock in Whitechapel, but we got the engine barking

Bad girl tryna link but she's jarring, I'm in London with the Bengalis

I know you ain't onto the dargies, pussio, you don't wanna turn to a target

They can't do it like us, they know who run this market

Three o'clock in Whitechapel, but we got the engine barking

Bad girl tryna link but she's jarring, I'm in London with the Bengalis

I know you ain't onto the dargies, pussio, you don't wanna turn to a target