North West

Ghosty Gyal said I'm rude and I've got no manners But can't get enough of the style and pattern My man's updatin' the tool box Man link big man for the newest hammers Mob t'ru, why's everyone frownin'? On my YG, don't doubt him No bitchin', he's itchin' to sound it Leave victims, any surroundin' One time I tried do it on the mainers Brainless civillian, could've been a plainers (Ohh) before I enquired about sticks Had to do public ones with the stainless (True) this year I'm only acceptin' tenners Next year, twenty notes gettin' outdated Bein' broke on the block's just aimless But so is puttin' five on trainers But man still dash a five on trainers For when I wanna sauce on special occasions (F*ck it) Then shubeen Manchester, man's ravin' Mad man, man could roll up there naked (Loose) Send up that girl on the train with a stick 'Cah drivin' on the M-way's flamin' (yeah) Then back to Brum to man's racin' 'Cah F West Brom Go past the Hawthorns stadium (Neaw) And I'm still doin' OT trips I beg you check the time From Galton Bridge Station (Haha) F and my old ting's racist 'Cah she found out my new ting's (Ohh) That's a one persuasion Man don't do online gamin' Man still hit the strip with leng caucasian Flamin' had to hide from Miss Horton 'Cah she said sliders are not allowed out (Dumb bitch) go anywhere 'round North West 'Cah North Brum's my side of town (Uhm hmm) Got a link in Kings Norton So I gotta take a quick trip 'round South So, that's one new ding dong And a Super's for under a thou' (Neaw) Then it's back to the borders Five orders of Charlie and brown And tell the gyaldem don't chill 'pon corners 'Cah any small ting can get lick down (Listen) them man had a poor performance If I was their boss, I would've felt let down (Fuckin' hell) had to run down a yute and I Ran out of breath so quickly Usain wouldn't be happy If I straight drop, I need more oil Or like my lighty I drawed off Snappy (Haha) Woi yoi, shub after Maddie (Maddie) Posted white rum and a one-two Maggy (Maggy) Seen man in vids that ain't done a thing And they're wearin' ballies (Huh?) That don't make sense like Jamaican grannies (Lock it arff) One opp, five down on a Super's I said, "Bro, that's all confusin'" We took a blenders Don't think man's cruisin' Reverse and don't go head first That's stupid sT socks so man ridin' cougars Window down man, them boy there losin' Drop the box, double clutch, lose him Back to the block, phone on, link Susan That's a hour loss, ten sales I'm losin' I'm on the train with my phone on vibrate 'Cah all this ringin' out loud is a nuisance Them man can't chill on the high road Tried my bredrin, now the beef's on live-O (yeah) do it in a tinted Jeep Back then, would've been a motorcycle Can't lie, man had to dash from rivals But I was back same day with my tool Now gyal wan' show interest Like I weren't grabbin' up Breast in high school (Huh) Top button undone, shank in my backpack Two years later, shotgun in a hatchback Now everyone thinks that they're Mad Max 'Til Mad Max pulls up and starts (Bow) In and I'm out Meanwhile, man are chasin' clout Mans been had spots up north Mans been had bands down south Yard man said, "If we can't find him" "Man ah just kweff man's spouse" I don't know, civil's don't count But f*ck it, man still shub it in crowds Woi yoi