Hazards (Remix)

Lyrics

[Intro: Stormzy] I grew up in London I grew up in what you'd call government housing The hood I grew up in a council estate We call it the projects [Pre-hook: Loski] And we turnt up Harlem My shooter my shooter my shooter Ahki just looking Bin Laden Like I shoulda left the brucky with uh uh Probably would've left it in the garden And back then my dip dip was large Why you think it's bassy when I called it Why you think it's bassy when I called it [Hook: Loski] x2 Hazards Skengs on peds or toes with shanks do damage Like all I hear is skudu and dudu like uh uh No one ain't banging Gyal said she want a Harlem boy Cah the Spartans mash it Man down let anyone have it [Verse 1] Dirty bruckback, in a dirty trackie, ugh Fuck the bally, nuttin ain't changed I still make man panic, true I'm way to wassy Before I smoke, I used to step with bassy Them man said it on A do 2 in the front We're putting 2 in the front Switch 4 niggas in the back seat Make man run like athlete (stop running boy) Me and T dun care dem spots just pop like acne Like peng peng all on man gyal way too chatty Harlem Spartan too trappy Get dropped from the squad don't back beef 2 hands on the mash get clappy TT get a 9 get it gone though I'm with Juss that's 9 not rondo Man still money dance in the bando L1 in the cut 2 rambos I love skengs and peds, violence no meds They say 150 but it's 146, true there friend dem dead I'm with Savage and 3 that's any man stressed Neck and any man's chest Swim swim get any man wet Emoji in any gyal text (take any gyal) TG stepped out in Louis, broski looking like chess How can a girl be rude and dead She lucky if she get third leg She lucky if she get third leg [Hook: Loski] x2 Hazards Skengs on peds or toes with shanks do damage Like all I hear is skudu and dudu like uh uh No one ain't banging Gyal said she want a Harlem boy Cah the Spartans mash it Man down let anyone have it [Verse 2: Mischief] Don't smoke but my am stay loud 10 toes around my bit Had man's phone going wild Feds wanna know about man Wanna know all the ins and the outs Feds tryna take man's licence It's true I've been doing up miles Make bread out a council house (mula) Line rings, miss shots and I'm vex I don't know about lacking I put first blood on my chef Foul play in the game No replays or a ref Catch a couple of pellets in the throat True I aim for man's chest These dons some mugs These dons some nerds These guys talk me But ain't got any dirt We done skrts on the opp block Double tap, then I swurve You weren't getting paid in cunch That's some voluntary work (shit den) We got it while we calling but they dunno My bro I got him and he dunno Man down when I up this pole They must think it's food fights When this corn gets thrown Gang [Verse 3: K Trap] Treat the bando like a lundrac Man wash and press it Safe house like a gun store All these dots and wassings 28 days in a T I can't even stop for a second Got them 28 days on repeat Now I stuff and work in my denim I just got a 9 in the flake Bro got a box in the am I gon move this 9 by 8 But it's no prob cause I can (no sweat) I can take it back old school Ten toes ting dots in a bag (ten toes) Main road didn't give a toss Slap that dots and I ran Mum don't want me in the band She told me just stop and change But I ain't nowhere rich So I gotta wash that flake Summer would a put 5 in the carti But the opps don't brave Now they got me on the phone begging M To cop this train When I step, man step on a thousand Pack stacks where my stack stays Everybody talks like woosh They ain't seen or heard a mac spray No smoke, chef man down with the black blade Pumping my back, I ain't worried but I back it Smoke off, for the smoke down no ash tray [Verse 4: Loski] And what's all the gossip
I got Madeleine and Jackson 5 in the trap house You know that I chop it, ay Shotty just oh so long, looking like Gora's coffin Squa said she just done the 6 Now she on the ends just boppin Now she on the ends just boppin Cut pack do road GT stepped in with a 252 that's a 9 in O'z Fuck it, all the big bros do snow All the big bros do snow Gyal said she want the trapper of the year Like shit I probably give it to Snow Put 2 hands on that skeng I'll blast at your friend if I hear he's involved Man a do jail do home Dare you put hands on bro, ay, ay Trapping ain't great it's lovely Harlem fucking up both BP hot VS like O How you gon' beef if you ain't got smoke Yuckface and T's involved Free G face and free C Rose Paigons paigons are chatting like hoes Move with the bruckback dem man know Link TG that's train to go Why you think I went jail Cah I sleep with the smoke Should of left it with uh uh, never bring it home Harlem 011 that's O'z Harlem 011 that's O'z Bands [Verse 5: LD] Man's out here project living True say my line's gone slow I'm out here tryna catch man slipping And true M say I can't Cause I'm a certified driller no fishing And you say I do man dirty The feds nicked me for a killing But I walked straight out of them cells They say I jumped out on bare Opp blocks tryna send a man hell Slide me pricks, they be sliding slips Then had me coming like jail Four of my friends are sitting in jail I miss scars as well And I put beef on streets Spit truth on tracks but I put food on scales Who's he looking all racist I got corn for the flats And your mask better hold it if you take this Violent like wicked and bad And my gun come foul like a rapist And shave my driller look mad And my bredrin still tryna shave it Put skengs in the car let's lurk Police ain't saving you niggas you snitching And you still get burst Bare gun my man run round the kitch Try me and you will get burst The plug's throws weight on the kid Fill heads when I move that work Throw heads when I fly them birds