Letras
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Niggas know what time it is
It's Big Ma fucking Rad
You know I'm not really on that shouting
So I'll just keep it moving, innit
See what I'm saying right now?
It's the new mixtape
Who said that, fam?
My nigga, follow my name
You already know him, man
He run the B-Team, yeah
Shout to my nigga Tiny Boost
We say you're the in ting right now, yeah
Let's just show 'em how it goes down, yeah
The petrol's big and the matt is long
Out on the street all night like a vagabond
Niggas think they're greasy with my magic wand
Kuff, cuff, queff like the ragga song
I shot the whole UK and niggas yapping on
Thinking that they're ready for the throne like my stat is gone
Fuck a happy song
Nothing ain't good, niggas gotta get it cracking on
Better show your boy
Can't you see the ting bulging out? That's my bulky toy
The AK makes a load of noise
Breeze out and not the new shape but the older toy
As a youth, man, I rolled with the older boys
Now it's time to turn my swag on like I'm Soulja Boy
Wrapping up them fat rocks
Fred Flintstone, boulder boy
Active and dropping
Black gang that get it popping
Batman and chop him 'cause they yap and they gossip
Creeping through the night, Batman and Robin
The flat's looking modern
Food six out of ten, I back my deposit
Hit the club, Dom P, splashed all the profit
But a couple of lies is the cap for the sausage
Told them I wouldn't stop for sure
Kicked off the whole thing, they couldn't lock the door
When the older youts used to try and bully man
I always looked him dead in the face, I couldn't watch the floor
That nigga got laid out, couldn't stop the four
Bussing off, thinking to myself I could've stopped a war
Fuck that, let me drop the law
Where his top some more?