Cant Be Trusted

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Me and my backstreet boys in sync Don't act fly, get your jaw busted Move too fast you'll miss it if you blink Slip? Not round here, can't be trusted Link in park, shoot shoot 'Til it's done and dusted or dip like Dijon mustard Kitchen light with the scales and clusters Brixton basement, grade and rustlers Hit East End with the punters Jezzy at Carni, giving her my number Big dot dot with the pump piece under Shells dump out by my shoulder, jumper Doctor's been in the job for 10 years plus Still see the wounds and say Ay Caramba! Appeals on the news with a free phone number [Chorus] Must can hold about three when the three wheel off Man try [?], he try duck thеse shots What you gonna say? What you gonna do? You're the typе of guy to get shoved in the face and say 'leave me alone, i'm not in the mood' Blud I wouldn't have that if i was - I could never be - Come too close get 10 of these wounds Real badman don't ever need goons But my friendem move devilish too And i can't bring them certain places If it kicks off i'm 'fending it too Now man's smacking up youts Don't even know why i'm smacking up youts Don't even care why i'm smacking up youts I never liked this place anyway [Verse 2] Take note I ain't inna no LOL jokes I make blood spill and I sell oats 5 0 can't have me on ropes I've been living it large by the pier Playing arcade games by the coast By the seaside skimming up stones My high score was 6 Grandad hat and a polo shirt Chino, boat shoes, clear glasses Like fit birds with big arses Can't trust her so my name's Francis So we'll go there at 6:15 Dig it out bum by half past 6 Still rep Hill 'til im dead and buried But don't ask me where my darg is Still tryna turn opp boys carcass Dick in the dirt Rip up his shirt Internet warriors type on the QWERT Man screech and burst Third parties tryna preach with words Still bruck 28 four times over And another 14 Why? Cah that's an Ace serve If i joob joob joob man's chest it will look like a tennis racket Can you hack it? On the frontline with Tim Henman in baggies Cat said yours is shabby Don't hate me, hate Poppy Says he wants buj, he got chocolate coffee In a T house with toffee Should've been red carpet at the MOBOs Should've been red carpet at the BRITs Instead I was spoon cutting this slab Weren't 36 so i won't say brick Put it on the scales and then i did a dab But more time i don't even like that dance Dig a French ting when i went France Man jump fences, slide on cars When I turn corners in black mask If it's loose ima tie up them ends Sweet boy tryna turn on girls With this wap tryna turn off men I was smoke, he must know about blem Didn't say a joke like Lenny Hen Until you come home to a dead big brother Couldn't see you so we got him then [Chorus] Must can hold about three when the three wheel off Man try [?], he try duck these shots What you gonna say? What you gonna do? You're the type of guy to get shoved in the face and say 'leave me alone, i'm not in the mood' Blud I wouldn't have that if i was - I could never be - Come too close get 10 of these wounds Real badman don't ever need goons But my friendem move devilish too And i can't bring them certain places If it kicks off i'm 'fending it too Now man's smacking up youts Don't even know why i'm smacking up youts Don't even care why i'm smacking up youts I never liked this place anyway [Verse 3] I don't wanna do no tunes with you but pay me and I might feature You ain't ever moved no food You've just got a phone with basic features And you don't even know that smell You just thought next door was smoking shisha Nightmare if you use a fan to dry it Just stick it in the fridge-freezer Feds in a jeep with binoculars can't find me cause i'm off of this Sipping cokctails by the seaside with a fake moustache 13's mocking it On a race moving like fugitive Cause i'm 'bout them 3 bands like Future is Babylon can't tell me what my future is By the farm, sheeps and cows man's cooling with I don't wanna view a pig kick down doors Don't ask man who it is Need a Phillip screwdriver for my headtop In other words I'm saying i'm a lunatic Out the front door before feds is booming it Jump the fence, now i'm in the alleyway cutting Mo Farah can't tell me nuttin Molten lava when the shots was bussing [Chorus] Must can hold about three when the three wheel off Man try [?], he try duck these shots What you gonna say? What you gonna do? You're the type of guy to get shoved in the face and say 'leave me alone, i'm not in the mood' Blud I wouldn't have that if i was - I could never be - Come too close get 10 of these wounds Real badman don't ever need goons But my friendem move devilish too And i can't bring them certain places If it kicks off i'm 'fending it too Now man's smacking up youts Don't even know why i'm smacking up youts Don't even care why i'm smacking up youts I never liked this place anyway