So, this is the definition of giving the streets what they want

You asked for it

Let me deliver it410, crashers, AM, Skengdo

Bally on when I step

Right, left, right, and then left

Would′ve thought his friend was a opp

Cah he left his bredrin for dead

Oui, oui with the nine

Or sku-du-du with the ten

Ayy, sku-du-du-du-du-du-du for them

Kick down doors

Think again, you mug

Du-du-du-baow, might kick down yours

My plug give me the loudest bud

Chip, that smell like yours

C4, Baghdad, FB, 4T

The fours, we been on tour

The fans on my back, I like that though

Vids, we're giving them more

Shit then, crazy, mad up, mad up

Get splashed bro, open your thoughts

Switching sides, how many times?

I swear down it was like four

And we seen man across the road

Quiet down, you don′t wan' beef fours

Feds on my back, they know we're breaking the law

Man just love talk shit, get shot

Man′s doin′ up goals on the pagan block

Girls love me and I love them not

'Cause I ain′t got time on my hands, that's long

Crash don′t dance, man, you must be lost

Man two-two step or I one-two bop

Can I get a two one wings in the box?

That's a one-two meal for a two-two don

Trap hard, you ain′t got no prof'

Man crossed the road when I diligent bop

OT, put my hands on box

Nine-to-five 'cause I′m on my job

Feds came to my door at one

Try ask if I bunned that don

Shit then, I don′t speak English

"Non j'étais à la maison"

Smokey, smokey

I love the elephant zoots

Better move from me, you ain′t my G

No, you ain't gettin′ no twos

Fuck a ID, it's straight on sight

If I don′t recognise you

Ratt, ratt, that's bro, bro

Gonna start steppin' on youts

GD out the can, the opps dem scared

Yeah, he was pressurin′ youts

No food in your belly, your armpits smelly

Plus you was steppin′ in Loubs

When you hear that bang, just know it's gang

Somethin′ like bombs on tubes

Everyone raps, everyone bangs

More time, I don't know these youts

Get man down if he don′t comply

Back man's blade, tryna take man′s eye

Back man's friend 'cause I back my guy

And it breaks my heart when a man don′t ride

Crash, crash at a next man′s house

No love for a yout if he runs his mouth

See I love this life and I love this baow-baow

Switch off a next man's child

Man run up in blocks like they ain′t got lifts

Man's deep in the pond, tryna catch some fish

Let me put it like this, they were never on piss

And they′re stabbing up kids and I'm sick of this shit

Man, I′m sick of these lies

Man just pull up and fry

GD, that's bro, can I get that pole?

Man pull up and pull up and sku-du-du, bye

Bally on when I step

Right, left, right, and then left

Would've thought his friend was a opp

Cah he left his bredrin for dead

Oui, oui with the nine

Or sku-du-du with the ten

Sku-du-du-du-du for them

410 business, 2Bunny

You know like that?

Mad About Bars: season two

Let′s close the curtain in style

You know we had to give the streets two

Can′t leave with just one

AM, Skengdo, let's take it in, man

Don′t gimme no chat

Shut your mouth, don't gimme no chat

Oh shit, haha, tell them

Xin Zhao Xin that′s samurai Y.AM

Drill business, damn

Don't gimme no chat

Shut your mouth, don′t gimme no chat

Blacked out, blacked out, blacker than Blackz

Xin Zhao Xin, that's samurai Y.AM

Real talk, don't gimme no chat

Shut your mouth, kinda stinks, it′s mad

Beef? Who? Where? Don′t gimme no chat

Shut your mouth 'fore the ting gets backed

Ayy, don′t gimme no chat

Shut your mouth, don't gimme no chat

Blacked out, blacked out, blacker than Blackz

Xin Zhao Xin, that′s samurai Y.AM

Real talk, don't gimme no chat

Shut your mouth, kinda stinks, it′s mad

Beef? Who? Where? Don't gimme no chat

Shut your mouth 'fore the ting gets backed

See the ting get backed

Leathers go on, no face, it′s mad

How can you switch and think you′re bad?

Was a bitch back then, still a bitch in your gang

Running away, you're screaming out nan

410 fiddy, C4, that′s 'dads

Better strap up, you don′t wanna be a dad

Feel sorry for the kids, Dad broke and it's mad

Ayy sweetness, come over here

Whine up your waist and bring it all back

Back it up, just back it up

Don′t worry, I won't tell your man

Ayy, sweetness, come over here

Wind up your waist and bring it all back

Just back it up, just back it up

Don't worry, I won′t tell your man

Skeng get dough, better know that′s man

Three rounds, that's bro and he served them packs

Remember that day when we caught that guy

He pissed himself and you know that′s facts

Man over there tryna say that we're jarring

When you was out still wetting them flats

Throw up C′s, CG crashers, F Blocker

Yeah, we come from from 'dads

Skengdo, why you so rude?

Dip man′s chest till the blood turn blue

Sparkz done shaved up an eediots head

He was upset 'cause it didn't go through

Sku-du-du-du-du-du-du-do

See a one ting like "Hello, boo"

She was all peng, she was all cute

I ain′t that buff, I′m an average yout

And I know I'm an average don

But still, I was mad as hell

Now I feel like Chucky, I just need my Annabelle

Sky News, buck-buck

BuniB just rang a bell

Came home looking fucked up

Now your mum wished that she had a girl

Gas guns, what′s wrong with these fake youts?

Chat, chat, them'a chat ′nuff

Chat wass and he ate two

Eight, two that's 82

Times five, now we′re onto you

Or nine, nine that's 81

Plus 47 plus 22

Mathematics, just adding up

Y.AM sav, just stab him up

C'est la vie, c′est la vie, très bon, that′s patterned up

Ayy, man charged up like fully

Buzz Lightyear, I'm Woody

Like old school, you get hoodied

Man crossed the road and get bullied

Don′t gimme no chat

Shut your mouth, don't gimme no chat

Blacked out, blacked out, blacker than Blackz

Xin Zhao Xin, that′s samurai Y.AM

Real talk, don't gimme no chat

Shut your mouth, kinda stinks, it′s mad

Beef? Who? Where? Don't gimme no chat

Shut your mouth 'fore the ting gets backed

Ayy, don′t gimme no chat

Shut your mouth, don′t gimme no chat

Blacked out, blacked out, blacker than Blackz

Xin Zhao Xin, that's samurai Y.AM

Real talk, don′t gimme no chat

Shut your mouth, kinda stinks, it's mad

Beef? Who? Where? Don′t gimme no chat

Shut your mouth 'fore the ting gets backed

It′s that real

UK, 410, 2Bunny

I told you I was gonna deliver

We done it

Season two, let's roll out

Mixtapemadness.co.uk

Voice of the streets

When I speak, the streets bloodclart listen

But you already knew that (Hahaha)