Verse 1:
Still pulling up on smoke
Skeng in my pocket
Can't you see that bulge in my coat
Like holla mans brey
Manaman's got guns
That'll sink a boat
Send a young boy round with a skeng
They ain't leaving till they see smoke
My niggas the realest in town
You niggas are really a joke
Feds looked bored watching Eastenders
It's a fucking joke
Trapping ain't dead
The nitty still clucking and ringing my phone
Chilling with bro
Talking 'bout money
Dough to the dome