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Go and tell dem
Open the door, open it
Police
Oi CZR, you did a mazza still
P.A Beats

Chorus
We used to jump out of Polo's now we��re just dumping corn in Jags Dumping
Any where we glide with waps Bow, bow, it might take man time to react React
I dare any one chat bout' Sav, dats' me S and Rambs in the back In the back
We already know about gliding, but they can��t say the same back Nope
We got peng tings breast and backs Umm, we got dead tings hold our waps
Any where it goes in south mans at, slap that mash and not give a dash Bow, bow
See school days they were horrid, shank in my pocket, who's really tryna' act bad
All the waps mans copping, this ain't stopping till' some one else gets packed

Verse 1
Me and YR we had it in lessons Yeah, the beef was peak in year 10, but it got intense year 11 Intense
I left school long time then he got wetted, that had his big bro stressin' Stressin'
Any beef mans on it like lettuce, I move long with the ball like Mesut
I said dem man lowe' the actin�� like, we had this kick like Tekken Kick
We out ��ere taking risks, and dem man in by half past seven
Every time we get round there and we don't see nuttin��, them man dere' stressin' Mad
Every time we get round there and we don't see nuttin�� it's mad depressing Piff
If the opps don't know about boots Nope, then they deffo don't know bout' laces
Boots and dust, don't leave no traces
Three man up so the back seat spacious
And the feds got hate for the gang, always tryna' scope out faces Always, always
Wanna know if a Tulse tugs' famous Umm, no comment same way in the station, and still live corn we blazin'

Chorus
We us- we used to jump out of Polo's now we're just dumping corn in Jags Dumping
Any where we glide with waps Bow, bow, it might take man time to react To react
I dare any one chat bout' Sav, dats' me S and Rambs in the back In the back
We already know about gliding Umm, but they can't say the same back
We got peng tings breast and backs Umm, we got dead tings hold our waps
Any where it goes in south mans at, slap that mash and not give a dash
See school days they were horrid, shank in my pocket, who's really tryna' act bad Who
All the waps mans copping, this ain't stopping till' some one else gets packed Bow

Verse 2
I don't play no ones hero Nope, I don't play no ones friend Nope
I'm cold to the heart sub zero, the mandem love skrr with skengs
I'm out in the field with my 'migos, you don't even know what happens off set Off set
There's opps in the ends, Sheggs, now we gotta ride on them, yes
Fil- fill up the tank with petty', now we got T doing rights and lefts Rights and left
It's peak getting top from a jezzy, dis one ere' likes too hold her breath
All blacked out, hella back doors poppin', jet, now they really know bout' legs Dash
They turnt' soft when there friend got cheffed Ching
I Usain Bolt from feds
They gave Capo a ban from ends Umm, I'm still out on the road with Breeze and S, back strap cookie for them
We score goals and rip through nets
We don't show when us man step Nope, dem man glide and hope for the best Of course
We rise hammers and tape off ends Bow, bow, what you mean we ain't got no skengs What'd you mean

Chorus
We used to jump out of Polo's now we're just dumping corn in Jags Dumping
Any where we glide with waps, it might take man time to react To react
I dare any one chat bout' Sav, dats' me S and Rambs in the back In the back
We already know about gliding, but they can't say the same back Nope
We got peng tings breast and backs Yes, we got dead tings hold our waps Bow, bow
Any where it goes in south mans at Man's at, slap that mash and not give a dash
See school days they were horrid, shank in my pocket, who's really tryna' act bad Who
All the waps mans copping, this ain't stopping till' some one else gets packed Bow