[Intro]
You get me, are you mad?
AJ from the Lane
And we're inside, Logan Sama
AJ Tracey, Lil Tracey EP out now, go grab that
You get me, shout out all the mandem on [?]
Big tings are gwan
But we're gonna get into this yeah
Shout out all the mandem, get me, yeah yeah
Shout out Dave
What we saying
Yo, listen, look, look
[Verse 1]
Man's from Grove, you already know
Beg friend who? Kick him in a hole
Bare Nike ticks on the kicks, that shows
Asked who I am, she already knows
Gang only, gangdem, that's bros
Famdem, let's go
"Can I get a verse?" Big fat no
Squad with the smoke, click clack blow
Man chat nuff, go get a job
Girls want cuff, I just want gwop
You're a wasteman, you're a big fat slob
Don't have a fit, don't cry, don't sob
Turn up to shows, I'm already drunk
Shelling down grime, I don't do funk
Guys got the shotgun, big like Inch
And the barrel come long like a elephant's trunk
Stepping on checks, stepping onstage
I don't want a beat from them man, that's dead
If it ain't Nyge or Faze then it's Tre
Cuh the beat sound like an amm pack to the head
Backstage entrance, no front door
Got a plus 10 and they've got a plus 4
Don't chase girls, lose one, there's-
I said don't chase girls, lose one, there's more
Backstage, couple drinks, I'm loose
All I see is bums and b**bs
I'm turnt, step on the stage
Buster cannon, man gon' blow up the room
Buster cannon, blow up the room
Buster cannon, blow up the room
Shutting down shows and I'm bringing in racks
Buster cannon, blow up the room
[Verse 2]
Look, fam I don't play that
Big M10, man ah spray that
Gripping on the mac in the rain with the rain mac
I do road like a Maybach
I put the dough in the trap then it came back
Talking 'bout couple bandz, man, I made that
Jerk man's food, I ain't scared of a payback
Labels want WAV files for the playback
Wait, got the scene locked like an A-Cat
Anything that you want, fam, I'mma take that
Take my man's girl, take that
Tell that girl come back and shake that
I'm swiping my card like Kaiba
Man bag brown like Naila
Got a couple peng tings looking like Kylie
But you could never take man for a Tyga
People think that I name drop
But na fam, I love the mandem, and
I don't spud, I hug the mandem
Tell a peng ting "you ain't above the mandem"
Promoters are vex at me
Solo but aight you know what, bring me Logan, let me get some fresh-listen
[Interlude]
Drill on a grime beat, grime on a drill beat
Brudda, don't copy my pattern
Grime on a, drill on a
Don't copy my pattern
Grime on a, drill on a
Don't copy my pattern
Listen, you get me, Lil Tracey out now
[Verse 3]
Look, drill on a grime beat, grime on a drill beat
Brudda, don't copy my pattern
Bulldoze, man ah get flattened, everything patterned
Ching chow shine like Hatton
Woah, but I don't box like Floyd
No, thought he wasn't gonna say-
Mmm, one more time, listen, look, look
Drill on a grime beat, grime on a drill beat
Brudda, don't copy my pattern
Bulldoze, man ah get flattened, everything patterned
Ching chow shine like Hatton
Woah, but I don't box like Floyd
Na I wasn't gonna say Hatton
Everybody thinks that they're bad till they're doing up sprints
Tryna run Usain for the cannon
No, I ain't Kodak
But I got a couple dreads from the throwback
That'll run up with a rocket and blow that
Word to Giggs, you'll get banged from the throwback
Look, I come through with an O pack
Saying "AJ's cold, did you know that?"
Peng brown ting just stepped in the room
And she gave man neck till my eyes start roll back
I said "hold that"
Then I'm off on a jog down the road, akh
Talking 'bout Grove and [?] Road, akh
Talking 'bout somethings and Latimer Road, akh
Used to throw snow with the cats from the snow plaque
Now I do shows
Man just re-up on the bars, let 'em go
Got a whole box for the low, ayy
Got a whole box for the low, yeah
Cranked in 0 for 1 sec then done
Cranked for days, I ain't seen that sun
Put a hand on bro? Then God bless your mum
Cause I swear to God she won't see her son
Skrt the car on main road, best done
If I sku-du-du-du-du-du, man's done
Ask for beef and man might get bun
Can't squash the beef, that's not how this tun
And now 10's on the map
I used to have both in the trap
Tommy and James on my lap
See, money is power like the program
So I had to ghost that pack
Yeah, I was out there doing loads
I was doing loads for the cash, ayy
I was doing loads for the cash
Yeah
W10 2013
We let the gun blow, let off the pumpy
Nice in the grime scene, now I'm all comfy
Pray for this yout, thinks he will slump me
Hail Mary, I rain on his dumb feet
Don't wife b**hes, she was a dumb beat
You're not Johan, you can't run me
I'm not a hash zoot, no, you can't bun me
Beg you go back home, spitting that wack flow
My flow's kind to the ears
Lovely, got a younger letting off
Dumpy, no, you can't move to my girls, you're ugly
You're like Messi, small on the pitch
Heavy like Rooney, you can't budge me
I'm an MC, I can get hammer
Couple wise words: please don't touch me