Fill it with corn, cock it and slap it, hold this wap, Becky a savage

Bigga, big blade no cover, really tryna catch him and do him proper

Don′t lack in the O, be ready, you can get caught OT like HeadieHoods up, Transit door just slides, I've been on too many rides

I love Chris Rich

Hoods up, Transit door just slides, I′ve been on too many rides

Lil bro asked "Who should he knife?"

If he's throwing up O's then we′ll take his life

Ain′t no joke when TP rides, ching, gotta go swing, make mumzy's cry

Big .44, that′s what we rise, samurai swords, kitchen knives

Hoods up, Transit doors just slides, I've been on too many rides

Lil bro asked "Who should he knife?"

If he′s throwing up O's then we′ll take his life

Ain't no joke when TP rides, ching, gotta go swing, make mumzy's cry

Big .44, that′s what we rise, samurai swords, kitchen knives

Bigga, big blade no cover, really tryna catch him and do him proper

Don′t get caught on the ride or stutter, you'll end up six feet under

That′s ten in his back like Messi and two in the dots don't test me

Just bless me, cah the words on the streets don′t lie

If Iarbs and GI are on him I'm on him, I won′t even ask them why?

Just jump in that dinger, with a rusty loaded spinner

No cap when I step on the pitch, slap bally on my force like Mizz

Don't get caught and sing like Tuggzy, don't sing like Izz

On the trip tryna make it happen

It′s about time they done some clappings

Round of applause, cah the ting came patterned

Splash man down, left hand, he′s staggered

Talk on my name, that's ketchup splattered

Get caught with your bae, don′t run don't panic

Pauses the ting when they see me back it

Sauce on my blade, lil′ man turn cabbage

Pull up on your block and we ain't no guests

TP crash the party, it′s ments

Run man down straight out their ends

Don't scream, don't shout if I back this skeng

This gun don′t click ′cause it's filled with lead

Step on the gas, we don′t brake on bends

No skin fades tryna hit mans head (no)

Now I'm smoking on the L tryna pray he′s dead

Don't lack in the O, be ready, you can get caught OT like Headie

Got the semi tryna aim it steady, close one eye, got the wap no Fetty

And I get high with the 9, no Baby, you can get drilled by me or Eddie

Cause some stress, put yutes on telly

You can get popped in the T no cherry

Go to the plug, don′t do con, cats in the bando, ain't no Tom

Swing my blade but they still sing song how

You telling these lies what the fuck are you on?

Dezzie don't ride ′cause his kidneys

Gone, buck into us then your ride gets long

TP gang, ask what we′re on we rise them skengs then rap on songs

Don't slip in the pitch like Gerrard, cah that′s 2 in your back like Neville

When they see me, they seeing the devil, saw my man then I clean it with Dettol

Then it's, it′s straight to the dungeons, TP that's Ducketts Common

Don′t try run, don't try run, run out of breath and you will get bun

How can you say that TP don't crash? Yet we created this beef

We were there, just creeping in flats

They forgetting them times when we had all of dem man just doing up dash

Them man vanish, trip on your block and it might be tragic

No wonder why them man panic

On the opp block man′s lean and cocking

With the dot-dot aim high, no stopping

Do it non-stop, see bodies dropping

Hit one of them, now my top needs washing

With the rambo, Xin Zhao, bro got him

When we ride out we feed them losses

Back the .9 out, don′t give no tosses

On the front line where the opps ain't crossing

Fill it with corn, cock it and slap it, hold this wap, Becky a savage

He tried run, slip, then panic, close one eye when we have them dashing

Told my man that I ain′t on chattings, big 15 unclipped for splashings

Saw three of them, two just vanished, done it on the net 'cause they do it for the fashion

Lurky, lurky, with a mop, no beater, on the Farm block I′m a local cleaner

Two shanks up, big five seater fuck your mate can't sip no litre

Hit his bro, can′t sip some either, force my shank till it goes in deeper

This blade is a well known leaker, Glock 19, I'm a opp block creeper

Hoods up, Transit door just slides, I've been on too many rides

Lil bro asked "Who should he knife?"

If he′s throwing up O′s then we'll take his life

Ain′t no joke when TP rides, ching, gotta go swing, make mumzy's cry

Big .44, that′s what we rise, samurai swords, kitchen knives

Hoods up, Transit doors just slides, I've been on too many rides

Lil bro asked "Who should he knife?"

If he′s throwing up O's then we'll take his life

Ain′t no joke when TP rides, ching, gotta go, swing make mumzy′s cry

Big .44 that's what we rise, samurai swords, kitchen knives