Labour

Lyrics

[Intro] Rah, it's BKay you know Smooth with the guitars, you know Rah, it's BKay you know Big wass That way [Chorus] Watch out for the nosey neighbours Devilish girls and traitors From the red zone of Lambeth My niggas voting Labour She's got a four and a baby Watch her deliver that one like labour I pray she don't get bagged There's a cat to a rag like Stacey Slater 'Course a man's got clips Man ah just give you this trailer I heard them man's ordering beef I bring it with corn, LD turns waiter Mind you get-got by- 'Cause that boy owes me a favour And he said that he'll turn man pack He'll bring you with chip and rolling papers [Verse 1] Last ones left, still making it happen '019, we got two new packs Make the young boys bag 'em and slang 'em No history but a man's out 'ere rappin' These times he ain't got a pattern Treat opps like Fellowtree clothes It come like we do it for fashion All these nightmares of the feds Got a man waking up in sweats I was comfy doin' up rap 'til a man dissed me Now I'm planning his death JBandz thought he's getting some head Instead, he got shot in the head Anytime that Stretch Gang pull up And tape off the scene, we're leaving him red Little bro out 'ere tryna play top scorer He might fly out the Corsa And he got intent with this borer Swing that one and you might meet Gora Or 300 Vespa with the dots Looking all mad 'cause he's just a bit taller Double pop that one then skid-skrr And get a quick fews from Paula If LD pull up, every ting pop down I'ma buy me a two tone Rolex Sky Dweller, I'ma need that buss down Nowadays I pull up in a coupe Remember those days I couldn't get bus down Now LD walk in the building All the thotiana's there just buss down, bitch [Chorus] Watch out for the nosey neighbours Devilish girls and traitors From the red zone of Lambeth My niggas voting Labour She's got a four and a baby Watch her deliver that one like labour I pray she don't get bagged There's a cat to a rag like Stacey Slater 'Course a man's got clips Man ah just give you this trailer I heard them man's ordering beef I bring it with corn, LD turns waiter Mind you get-got by- 'Cause that boy owes me a favour And he said that he'll turn man pack He'll bring you with chip and rolling papers [Verse 2] From old school, I had the .44 on the push bikes In the kitchen, man'll whip white Then knock it out like a fist fight Still shot grub even though it's bait Slide out even though it's fake Caught another case, beat another case And fucked a bitch in my silver face And them man there See, they was tryna party in Lotus I was puttin' waps on the block Tryna rise that score Tell the gang, stay focus Bro said he heard him stutter then smoked him Went home, built one roachless That same mach-ine hit Blackz So that one come like a bonus That one come like Champions League Hella opps talk 'bout burying me Flew Ghana and I buried my grandma But you know she out 'ere stepping with me I got paid for my show one time And I put that raise on beef I'm the realeast in drill How these rap boys out 'ere questioning me? [Chorus] Watch out for the nosey neighbours Devilish girls and traitors From the red zone of Lambeth My niggas voting Labour She's got a four and a baby Watch her deliver that one like labour I pray she don't get bagged There's a cat to a rag like Stacey Slater 'Course a man's got clips Man ah just give you this trailer I heard them man's ordering beef I bring it with corn, LD turns waiter Mind you get-got by- 'Cause that boy owes me a favour And he said that he'll turn man pack He'll bring you with chip and rolling papers [Outro] Rah, it's BKay you know