Behind Barz

Lyrics

[Intro] 2, 2 Shoutout my hitters Come on 2, Oi [Verse] I'm lookin' at my opp boys vids Like he got bored and he got bored, are you takin' the piss? Like, nah, man's beefin' kids Like, nah, man pattern up quick But how can I lowe these kids when they talk my name and they tellin' them fibs Anythin' B get boot, shoot Same for the Kennington pricks Like Snoopy puts in a shift And you got LR baby, LR boo, that's a dangerous kid Got it comin' like Ibra But instead of like fourteen goals, that's like fourteen serious chings Kwengface, I'm a cheeky kid In the back of the 2.2, tryna lean and shoot, tryna eat this prick And you know I'm a boujee yute Man tap that once one time and skid Gyal wish she could be with this Gyal wish she could eat this dick And now gyally on me like my rambo Rubbing my lamp on a genie ting Opps know we got too much heart Check out the pressure First to let off my stickiIn this so called beef, man know we on pepper Kwengface this, Kwengface that Can't lie man I'm fed up Like skid, skrr, dip, er, when we leave man redder Let me just suit then move Grab like a four and a half and a Q Four and a half and a Q And I just charged 6 for the verse on the tune Yeah I done made me a flip And I'm takin' the piss out the opp boys too Oi Skully, remember that day on the opp block when I just gave man 2 Oi gangdem, remember that day when we chinged up the merc cah we thought it was Bruce Remember when they slapped at us But manna still stabbed his Bruce Zone 2 step, we annihilate yutes Lean out the ride man's screamin' out 2 Saw my shank and a opp boy blew I've got peng tings throwin' up 2 Yo listen Let me just ping it with vision If somethin' gets drilled in Southwark, aye Know who did it Know what mans about Man come round Know we wid it 2-2 step and I flex He won't know what hit him About Southwark daddies Dem man way too chatty Whenever they see me in southwark or Lambeth dem man doin' up dashy I swear that a man went deaf When Max let the .44 crasheen I'm in love with the dots, hand on the dots I swear that I get too tappy Have you ever slid round to the opp block Whole gang just ran for their lives Or there ain't no sticks on your block But you're still steppin' out with your Rambo knife Or slide on opps with the one pop See man run with their waps and knives How many times have we risked our freedom? How many times have we risked our lives? But as for this music ting They say we can do this ting I charge like a rack for a feature if I feel you I'll do it for six Cut through that's sauce on drip Cut through my twenty-two inch Cattin' to sauce this ting [Outro] Fumez the Engineer