[Intro]
Ayy Mobz, that sounds wavy
Ghosty
Ayy Mobz, that sounds wavy
Ghosty
[Verse 1: Dilz OJ]
I ain't from Homerton (Nope)
But opps can't fuck with the tug
I get round there in a four-door truck
With fuck-off waps that'll take down a bus (Mad)
Don't try run, I'm with Yung S, Rudz and Chuckz (Free Chuckz)
Drillers and pumps, ballies and gloves
22 step, and them man run (Dash)
Are you fucking dumb?
Them man don't come to the Woods
Cah' we make man dash like Forrest Gump (Run)
I back out my shank on violence
Dip man down tryna turn man skunk
You know what the mandem's on
Your friend got poked, now where's he gone? (Where's he gone?)
But lemme just state some facts
Shh got poked in his arm
He dropped his shank and done thе dash (Dash)
Wood Green run Haringey map (You're mad)
All of the opps know that
Rеst up my broski Lampz
He done chinged up like half of your gang (R.I.P Lampz)
The whole of your squad soon dead up
But for now man's stuck in the trap
[Verse 2: TR]
Bro-bro said it's a sweet one (Sweet one)
Look at her face, come bitter (Dead)
You ain't never had corn in that ride
Try slide with that loaded spinner (Mhm)
Broski grabbed him an .8
How many times him pulled that trigger? (How many times?)
Trappy Rudz, I'm your local trapper, your local flipper (Flip it)
Most man say they're on man
A bunch of punks and well known fibbers (Liars)
Sixteen on the seas, nine in the trap
Finessing with rhythm (Finessing)
Most man say they trap, break down bands
But they know they didn't (They didn't)
Just a bunch of tramps on their block
Not out for the bread, or tryna get with it (Fools)
[Verse 3: Dilz OJ]
I'm in the trap with bits of both
Hitting them shots, tryna get shit sold
Got all of the opps on ropes
Put a K on the Lane and a K on the O (Fuck them man)
I'm in the field, ten toes
22 run north, if you know then you know (You know)
Them man there broke
Stuck in a trap tryna get some dough (Bands)
Feds took the whole of the gang
I can't wait 'til the mandem's home (Free the mandem)
Anyting green get love (Get love)
The whole of North London knows (They know)
[Verse 4: TR]
I really hit sales on the back street (Certain)
See a man dash off like an athlete (Dasheen)
This bad one just wan' trap me
I just want brain and to touch that batty (Touch it)
Man know I'm TR trappy (Trap)
See me in the trap, now she say she a bad B (Huh?)
Tell a broke boy "Please don't @ me" (Don't do it)
Bro in the whizz, way too slappy
Big bro got OT spots like acne (Big O's)
Old school days giving broski backies
Now I'm in the whip hitting shots in the alley (Hittin' 'em)
R.I.P Lampz, definition of savage (R.I.P bro)
Broad day bootings, broad day blammings (Mhm)
We was in the T-house doing up stacking (Ay)
Both in the peds, just doing up trapping
I get my bread and I do it with passion (Do it loads)
Shanks in the 2's, we don't tolerate lacking (Never)
We don't tolerate lacking
[Verse 5: Dilz OJ]
It was me and Yung S that night
In a four door truck with a loaded spinner (Wap)
I just got the drop from a Park Lane bitch
So I hopped in the ride to go drop that sinner (Punks)
It's all fun and games 'til the mandem come and burst off triggers
Serious hitters
Wood Green skrr, and them man trip up (Them man trip up)
[Outro: Dilz OJ & Sav]
Ayy Mobz, that sounds wavy
Ghosty
Ay Sav, what you gotta say to them man?
Stabman Sav
Wood Green, GSH, DipDat's gang
Rest up my brudda Lampz
Gone, but never rassclart forgotten
Yeah, free all my bruces on the landing
