| Rah, it’s BKay you know |
| YPB mixtape |
| And cuz, you see right now |
| I need you to let these niggas know (Yo, Rah, it’s BKay you know, |
| YPB the mixtape) |
| 'Cah man don’t call the young Peckham bandit for nuttin', cuz |
| Look, me and these yutes ain’t in the same calibre |
| On the opp block search, man g-check yutes |
| Jump out, fuck that, man stab him up |
| In the bando still with the fours of each |
| Man pebble that down and add it up |
| On this roadman ting, I ain’t no amateur |
| Man’s 10 years deep can’t lie I feel old |
| Can’t lie, man’s had enough |
| But I’m still out here doing up black gang |
| Grrrap, bap, slap man |
| Peng ting says she’s into abstract, I’m into gang violence and trapmash |
| Opp boys want none of this copper |
| I’m in O tryna dodge this copper |
| Cause he knows my face, man’s way too bait, he said next time I see you, |
| I got ya |
| Yo, creep through the night like Batman |
| Man’s pulling up tryna wack that or I got blades in my hand, Hugh Jackman |
| Huh, best know this black gang |
| Romanian ting with a fat back, know I gotta tap that |
| Man fling them stones like bamm-bamm or I just jump out the blue, just wrap man |
| Peng ting come my abandoned house |
| This ting is freaky as fuck, she wanna fuck me in the bando now |
| Baby that’s a random shout |
| Now I’m here doing a mad ting, bagging up grub with my dick in her mouth |
| Left my stick on South, if there’s pricks about then I’m whipping it out |
| I tell baby, like please don’t stress me |
| How many times have we lurked and a man got dipped in the T like Tetley |
| OT serving that grub, parcel loud cause a man needs plenty |
| Peng ting on your boy, Canada goose and her makeup’s Fenty |
| Yo, look, I tell baby, like please don’t stress me |
| How many times have we lurked and a man got dipped in the T like Tetley |
| OT serving that grub, parcel loud cause a man needs plenty |
| Peng ting on your boy, Canada goose and her makeup’s Fenty |
| Yo, back that 15, lengthy, man dip dip like a man get cheffy |
| Leave 10 in your back like Messi |
| He tripped up and shit got messy |
| Nah G, man I ain’t had brekky, only sit down just to count these readys |
| And I don’t know nuun about labels, I’m in OT serving them zeddies |
| Yo, I tell baby like please no drama |
| How many times have we lurked and a man put holes in clothes like Zara |
| Peng ting straight from Ghana, all she wanna do is smoke and fuck, |
| gyal don’t wanna be my partner |
| Call me the trap godfather, man bang weight but a man still marga |
| Man bang weight but a man still sucked, how much grub have the mandem sucked? |
| Even when I’m uptown, got my flick and my rambo tucked |
| Yuck, damn, how much of them been yucked? |
| How much of them been touched? |
| But they still wanna talk, it’s nuts |
| Might talk, keep talking, I ain’t tryna leave no warning |
| Step round there, leave a man Steve Hawkings |
| Leave a man, leave his marge mourning |
| Might talk, keep talking, I ain’t tryna leave no warning |
| Step round there, leave a man Steve Hawkings |
| Leave a man, leave his marge mourning |
| I tell baby, like please don’t stress me |
| How many times have we lurked and a man got dipped in the T like Tetley |
| OT serving that grub, parcel loud cause a man needs plenty |
| Peng ting on your boy, Canada goose and her makeup’s Fenty |
| Yo, look, I tell baby, like please don’t stress me |
| How many times have we lurked and a man got dipped in the T like Tetley |
| OT serving that grub, parcel loud cause a man needs plenty |
| Peng ting on your boy, Canada goose and her makeup’s Fenty |
| Yo, back that 15, lengthy, man dip dip like a man get cheffy |
| Leave 10 in your back like Messi |
| He tripped up and shit got messy |
| Nah G, man I ain’t ate brekky, only sit down just to count these readys |
| And nah I don’t know about labels- |
| Yo, back that 15, lengthy (Ah, shit), man dip dip like a man get cheffy |
| Leave 10 in your back like Messi (You see this one? This one’s called Tetley) |
| He tripped up and shit got messy |
| Nah G, man I ain’t ate brekky, only sit down just to count these readys (And |
| make sure you look out for the video, yeah?) |
| And nah I don’t know about labels- |
| It’s that new shit |