[Hook: Young Lord]
It ain't safe for the block, not even for the cops (x8)
It ain't safe
[Verse 1: Skepta]
Packs, I sold, had them buzzing on the road
Crack residue in the bu*tons on my phone
Black leather boots when I run into your home
Ring, ring, p**y, it's your mummy on the phone
n***as wanna k** me, tell them "Go and get your uzi"
Bari got the weapon in the pocket of the Subi's
See me on the catwalk, you see me in the movies
Still you can end up dead when you disrespect the goonies
[Hook: Young Lord]
[Verse 2: Skepta]
The traphouse was a sh**hole, with my n***as
Smokin' on some indo, lookin' for the police through the window
Said I'll be a minute, of course I was an hour
Never disturb a baker when he's mixin' up the flour
Devour these criminals, steppin' on my toes
I step into the party yellin', everybody knows
The heat will bang for a legend on the roads
So keep your hands off my bredrins and my clothes
[Hook: Young Lord]
[Verse 3: Skepta]
You say you always got the toast
But when you see my n***as you look like you see a ghost
These n***as follow fashion, don't look comfy in their clothes
See them on the roads gettin' lovey dovey with the hoes
I'll put you in your place, forreal, you disrespect the clique
Bang brrrang dang dang, on my Lil B sh**
From SoHo to the heights, they're f**in' with me heavy
They know me and my gang, we're the realest on the telly
[Hook: Young Lord]
[Outro]
You've been duckin' from me, shawty (x8)