Motorways

Lyrics

[Chorus] Put my blacks on, it's time to go roll again My stick jammed, I shoulda threw my pole at his head Jumped in the ride and didn't think twice about it Can't catch him, we'll smoke everyone around him Had the dotty, bro had the Glock same day We shot his house up and made his mum vacate Think I give a flying fuck what these donuts say I got packs flying up and down the motorways [Verse 1] I took risks in my life and they paid off I took the twelve to his street and left it taped off I'm a stabber and a shooter, nothing more We lost a couple waps, M bought a couple more I'm never lacking in the hood You ain't heard about them stabbings in my hood? Check the papers, they hate me with a passion They say, "It's Booter that's behind all the madness" I got my feet up, chilling in the villa Never put nine girls in the Sprinter but I put my nine in the dinger I made it summertime in the winter True Stories 2, who's realer? I don't need to lie in my raps, check the facts bro Fifteen with workers older than me on my graft phone I'm still moving flames even though I'm under obbo Told them little kids, "I'm not a rapper you should follow" If only they knew about the risks that I took Stabbed guys and had to shoot a couple man out their boogs Corn in my clip, know this wap's not a dud I know you seen the live footage when I shot him by the pub [Chorus] Put my blacks on, it's time to go roll again My stick jammed, I shoulda threw my pole at his head Jumped in the ride and didn't think twice about it Can't catch him, we'll smoke everyone around him Had the dotty, bro had the Glock same day We shot his house up and made his mum vacate Think I give a flying fuck what these donuts say I got packs flying up and down the motorways [Verse 2] I'm from that dirty side of H-U-D I don't shot pebs, I fly packs A to B Caught a big charge and prayed, "God save me please" Make your mum cry before you make me bleed I'm a gangster and a rapper, tell 'em, "Get the best of both worlds" I don't give a fuck if my show sells I got packs flying off the shelf And I got clips filled up with bells [Chorus] Put my blacks on, it's time to go roll again My stick jammed, I shoulda threw my pole at his head Jumped in the ride and didn't think twice about it Can't catch him, we'll smoke everyone around him Had the dotty, bro had the Glock same day We shot his house up and made his mum vacate Think I give a flying fuck what these donuts say I got packs flying up and down the motorways