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WorkRate feat. Nito NB, AbzSav & Madmax
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Bakin' off in a Greenford flat
Nuttin' but packs, stacks, waps
How the fuck could I rate these twats?
They rap 'bout guns, they ain't let that slap
You talk badness, come and back your chat
We bang our mashes and swing our nanks
You talk badness, come and back your chat
We bang our mashes and swing our nanks
Four in the back and I'm strugglin' to breathe
Lurk on a one, two, three
Four Rambos and we brought that heat
Beat, tryna catch me a Ghosty beat (Bow, bow)
Creep up, ching, you won't know it's me (No, you won't)
Don't claim that works, but they know it's me
Tryna turn man off when I open neeks
Then SP jigga when I roll with this tweed (That's bro)
Free Lil' L, me and broski speak
We reminisce drills in coded speech
Swing my Rambo or blow this heat
UB7 ain't worth these sweets (Hahaha)
Man still do it how I done it in '016
Tryna catch me a Drayton neek (Dickhead)
Reekz spoke up and exchanged his speech
When he got-got, I can't rate that neek (Snitch)
They call him "Drill", he ain't taped one scene
That block bangs for a vacant street (You know)
Ask these streets about my G's
All of us load up, aim and beat (Bow, bow)
Bakin' off in a Greenford flat
Nuttin' but packs, stacks, waps
How the fuck could I rate these twats?
They rap 'bout guns, they ain't let that slap
You talk badness, come and back your chat
We bang our mashes and swing our nanks
You talk badness, come and back your chat
We bang our mashes and swing our nanks
If you want proof, put proof in the pudding
Bet they won't say that, shot two of them (Bow, bow)
I done mashed me a work and we bully them
Do him up, went and shot two again
If you're wanted, I'm makin' a bullet bend (Bow)
Vacant, if I see one, see 'em boogie then (Bow, bow)
In and out, then I might cut tru' again
Getaway, comin' like real life boogie men (Ah man)
LP got done like a Z
That's twenty-eight wounds in a man's young flesh (Haha)
Triggz got bored and his right hand fled
See his friend run away, no, he didn't stand stead
Both of the twins got bored and drenched
Their big bro too and their cuz got fed (Ah man)
Crissy got blammed and bored, he's wet
JB got soaked and his dad did beg (Bitch)
I've seen 'em all run from dum-dums (Haha)
I've seen 'em all dash, leave bitches behind
But you know that a bitch got gun-bucked (She did)
And they tried ride out to the hood but it flipped
'Cah they never knew bro had that gun tucked (Ah man)
Breezo got hit with the .9, ain't rid with a wap
Better get them funds up (Broke bitch)
Bakin' off in a Greenford flat
Nuttin' but packs, stacks, waps
How the fuck could I rate these twats?
They rap 'bout guns, they ain't let that slap
You talk badness, come and back your chat
We bang our mashes and swing our nanks
You talk badness, come and back your chat
We bang our mashes and swing our nanks
'Round here we don't do no capping (No cap)
Slappings, back my nank and see bare man cuttin'
Buzzin', them man there buzzin'
Twenty-eight wounds, should've been in a benz (Spliff)
On my life, man, it don't make sense (No sense)
Skrr and skid in a vacant ends (Vacant)
And I'm down for the cause, so I'm ridin' again
Man know I'm slidin' again
Man can't sit on the fence (No way)
Why you think that Elmz got bored with them? (Bored)
Breezo already got bunned (Bunned)
And he nearly got slapped again (Bow, bow)
I remember that time he was hidin' in block
And he didn't wanna come and meet my friends
S1 and his little bro got splashed
Could've been both so the stones of the lame (Could've been both)
Shame, both got put in their place
AbzSav, man, I militant bop with the Rambo 'til I swing or ching
Or with the habad to confirm it's done
Or with the habad to confirm it's done (Bow, bow)
Bakin' off in a Greenford flat
Nuttin' but packs, stacks, waps
How the fuck could I rate these twats?
They rap 'bout guns, they ain't let that slap
You talk badness, come and back your chat
We bang our mashes and swing our nanks
You talk badness, come and back your chat
We bang our mashes and swing our nanks
Are you takin' the piss? (Mad)
Them man wan' chat on my name like gyal
When we cheffed up numerous pricks (Some dick)
I've lurked on your block with the four door tint (Niggas know)
Pull up, hop out, spin, I just saw a opp by the Cost Cutter bit
Last time us man stepped 'round there,
We nearly left Triggz in a six foot ditch (Pussio)
Swim, swim, we get 'round there at awkward times (Man knows)
All day we can get 'round the 1's
But we get 'round the 3 just to score on guys (Pow, pow)
And last time that I stepped on volts,
Me and bro nearly left him dead, not alive (Dead up)
So how can they chat on the gang
When we bored at least like half their guys?
Apply that pressure, man do it so bad
Grip on my rambz and that boy got splashed (Ayy, grip that)
Hope you learnt your lesson, little lad
Broski's juj, get that goat and then stamp (My brudda)
We step 'round there tryna turn somethin' pack
Two buck teeth in a dot, that's a wrap
Bakin' off in a Greenford flat
Nuttin' but packs, stacks, waps
How the fuck could I rate these twats?
They rap 'bout guns, they ain't let that slap
You talk badness, come and back your chat
We bang our mashes and swing our nanks
You talk badness, come and back your chat
We bang our mashes and swing our nanks
Fumez The Engineer
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