Lyrics

[Intro - Frenzo] Harami Baker AC on production You dun know [Verse 1 - Frenzo] Dressed in designers, Italian fibres When we was in the can, we were fucking up lifers Catch a stray shot when you fuck with my riders I ain't R Kelly but my bullets touch minors Flight pass akhi, I'm a die hard Paki When I ride out, it's a Primark trackie Running on the pavement, coming for the payments When I was sixteen I was under observation Running on a paigon, coming for the papers I leave your baby mom lying flat out on a pavement Driving up to 'Dam, or we're flying out to Rotters If it's not Hatton Garden then we're buying out in Trotters My brudda's in the can, he was tying up the shotters When I was on the run I was hiding from the choppers With my YG and we're riding near the droppers Six litre V12, they ain't gonna stop us If we get caught then we're beating up the coppers Not Burger King but we're heating up the Whoppers [Hook - Frenzo] It's the Dubba Squad, we get the dubba gone Tell me akh, where'd you get your dubba from? The panga's long fam, your banda's gone Because we've got big straps and the danda's long [x2] [Verse 2 - Shaker The Baker] I'm far from a joke on the curb that I'm stepping There ain't no second chances of learning a lesson If I get caught with a bird and my weapon I'll get the same sentence the murderer's getting I kept my head high through the worst adolescence Fucked now because half the world's in depression Locked in the booth but my girl's got me stressing Don't ring down my line, you're disturbing my session Trying to change, everyday it's the same agenda Bricks on top of bricks like I'm playing Jenga They ain't nothing to be proud, I'm a 'caine vendor I like it a little soft, yeah my flake tender In the shop all the things that I buy are Cling film, condoms, cognac and bicarb Smoking in my yard And I'm para' cah the feds on me like GTA, five stars We're the hardest Pakis that you've ever seen Been selling crack since I was seventeen My bitch badder than you'll ever be [Hook - Frenzo] It's the Dubba Squad, we get the dubba gone Tell me akh, where'd you get your dubba from? The panga's long fam, your banda's gone Because we've got big straps and the danda's long [x2]