Ye it's me again big sc again Little bit a liqueur N scoop off a key again Drop a new track Watch ya Dj wheel them Sluggy with beat Watch how I mc n em **** the 5 o feds Don't fear don't fear Roll with the real men Boxes they deal them What u know About choreys chases Crown court cases Rolex faces Boyfriends hates My girlfriends tasty Touch mic n crowd go crazy Been a bad boy from a baby See me with a bag Or a bottle getting wavey Festival season shutdown stages Been about ages flows contagious HMP got my boys in cages Self made boss Don't worry bout it wages I set it off like dynamite Gotta a mic In my right n Fridays night Got the Dj wheeling like a bike We the Got blue AU in a glass with ice Foot down fast lane run a few red From the west side U know what it gets like m Like temps t I'm on a next hype Pretty lil thing But back is the best type And Ya looking at a boss right now Mad moves in my shoes Iim on top right now **** a cop right Now phone hot right N the team that I'm With look a lot right now I'm old school like kappa n Fila Mole grip door take Off in ur mums beema 145 tell the 5 0 see ya Do hand brake decamp n flee ye Live for weekend Do it for the night life Music pumping drinking And white lines Few smart whips Sick chicks n my guys Hit the strip get It lit like fire flys Bradford to wakey The speaker shaking Bangers I'm making Money I'm raking Couple 10s 10s big Bag with the flake in N I ain't gunna Stop till I've made it It's Bradford baby you Know that we crazy U it's going off anytime That they play me See me in the booth With a pretty lil lady Body like a hour glass Face is a peng ting She know all eyes On her tits like fendi Get don't get offended Bitch when bend it Smash n dash n chip blender All I really want you Know the sentence Cos I been about ages chaviii Might see me In shades like David Might see me Louis or Gucci Montclare prada Shopping Harrods Ain't gunna lie tonight Where getting lean tho Yea looking at the best In the scene yo Get flat lined **** With my team bro Cos we don't **** About in the BFD yo Can't stop won't Stop like Meeks Face down arse up Slapping up cheeks She likes it like that right deep Throw me the mic I'm ****ing up beats Trust me any club I land in pops off See me at the bar Going wild licking shots off Tops off cos the thing Iv got blows socks off Bradford baby you know We know we got it boxed off