Tunde: Fire In The Booth

Yo, shout out Charlie

Free the team, rest in peace guys

Free Jamal, shout out General

Rest in peace Mix, check it

Blitz it in a hypo, that's the bowlin'

How you think we got the stacks swollen?

This stamp's stolen

Had no choice to break it into boulders

Me and bro invested in some Rovers

Then we copped a Volvo

I remember 0'11, trappin' to some Mozzy in a Polo

But that was just a stone phone

Years before that gettin' zeta cheese off dodo

My life's been up and down like a pogo

But now I'm poppin', no label

Manager or promo

Sell my soul for the love of dough, that's a no-go

I need to make a mil and split it with my fam and bro code

This is blocka-blocka 21, it's a post code

Smokin' on that billy, movin' slow-mo, I put my whole team on

Mummy always taught me share my Rolo

Miamoto, settin' pace for them young, smoke a dolo

Took a life-changing loss, I was ever solo

Had to bounce my balance back, now I'm movin' solo

Strapped up in a V6 for the opps and popo

Extendo Revolver, that's a 8-shot

I'll have you runnin' for your life like it's Baywatch

I'd have the opps throwin' up if they found out what the K costs

SRT's and Cartier frames way before Takeoff

Fuck a road block, I act like I'm pullin' over then I make off

Got weapons and bruks

In the whip, I need to make prof

Youngest chef in the game, throw your bands on the stove

And we can have a bake-off

I've been trappin' good B, still with the same lot

I've been whippin' good cream straight out the same pot

I'm pushin' dog in my boofs feelin' like I'm Dane Dot

Scuffed my kicks on the wall, I had to guard a gate drop

Got the feds on my back, I ain't got time for meat, stop

Got me takin' foot patrol chase from a bank cop

Need my trap runnin' 24's like a late shop

Free M Lo from that 9, you know we had it tapped off

Put a bit to the side every time I make prof

They cut up the lock but they can't stop the clock

And all them nights sleepin' in the whip, it's made me sad

Ever since we lost Mix I've been movin' mad

My teams full of fot yutes, we just needed dad

Me and Niko got the T lookin' Breaking Bad

It's strictly joints now, you won't catch me breakin' fag

Red and blue Ballys in my city, raise your flag

Dirty dotties and spinners, this ain't lasertag

Got a rush through my bones when I raise the bag

2 pots on the stove like my name was Skrapz

1 pot, straight drop from my local traps

The other pot's full of maj for a OT cat

I thought you was my dog, you just a low-key rat

You know the foil runs clean when I go see Pat

Me and chhh in the woods, that's a low-key chat

Twist a whistle on a baby, that's a low-key strap

I'll whip your blade out, we can have a pokey scrap

Wrote my last 16 in a calm mood

But this one I'm pissed off, I could be 6 figs up

Ask my out of town dons

I'll still slap you in a sleeper for your wrist watch

I'm from south, money shit, up in Stix pot

Where we whip tops, flip rocks

It's my boot off your door in some 95's, fuck a snatcher

And a pickpock

Came out in '94 with my guard up

Pops said he's gonna be a boxer over a big bosh

He'd never be my grandad finni sweet shop

On a estate, what ya claim moss?

Most of the city's gassed up

OG's and little yutes at a straight loss

Kodak Black, tunnel vision when I chase prof

I'm buyin' Z's till I find a cream, no Nutel'

Little man, go ask your boss how much the cake cost

I'm talkin' 4 boxes, in the packet that's the flake frost

Trust I get my food washed

The monks taught me how to whip and everything zoomed off

You know your lifestyle's messed up when you can't wash your own clothes

But you can wash a food box

Heavy boulders on the scales, this ain't moon rock

I'm gettin' high in the whip

Smokin' Cali to the face

My plug said always use the same bag if you wanna beat the case

Got Gotti on the beat with the treble and the bass

Got shutters backin' man, it just pebble in the base

Gloved up, masked up, when we steppin' fuck a case

I'm from South man, it's slums love, this ain't Shameless

Bare blue tick convos got me feelin' famous

This is C block, my white enough to make the papers

I remember they was young, runnin' 'round in vapors

Now if you see them in your section, better wake your neighbours

They run through, ask for hypo's, get nuts and capers

Yo

Check it

Bust down stones on my razor, that's a 2 in 1

Weekdays Air Max, weekends Louis Vuitton

Trappin' all night in the ends 'til the loose is gone

I'm married to Eliz, I couldn't care what Bruce is on

He can take her out, I've got bits to bag, clingers on

There's nothin' worse when you check the spot and the dinger's gone

Got me on foot patrol lickin' off the Jim and John

I ain't gonna stop, tellin' gettin' beats produced by Ron

Just smash the boojie, rap a bit just when she thinks it's

Goin' rapper after rapper, better wear a condom

And if you didn't clock on, that's a second 2 in 1

Went from BB guns to some big 9's

Went from flippin' quarters to some big pies

Went from buildin' zip lines to bit lines

We're just some young mobsters on some big crimes

South money blowin' up, foreign bloods and crip signs

Scoop

Come on

Free Larry man

Free Larry Hoover man

Shout out my blockers in the Fel, went on for movin' bait

YG's hottin' up the whip, sell it on or change the plate

I got a passion for these phones bro, there's no debate

Why you'd you think they gave me trapper of the year 4 year's straight?

Chances make champions, I ain't into movin' late

Fuck a fake, won't catch me ridin' with the rattlesnakes

C-Block, Mickey World, down to jump a gate

Creep up, crack your skull, keep it movin', fuck a case

Like Taz Lapi said, it's only right we do this

Every time the pigs run us down, we leave them clueless

Twist a fat Cali, I ain't rollin' up no toothpicks

And I didn't want to play the boss but it's lookin' like the shoe fits

Me and Deuce in the booth bringin' new hits

We're all takin' loses but we don't do quits

Got the crack city game on lock, that's on blue pits

Shots comin' back 'cause we don't do ticks

And I'm sick of fake guys playin' mob music

I thought we was all close like Lilo and Stitch

Movin' funny with your boy all over a bitch

Traits like that got me thinkin' would he snitch or would he switch?

And it breaks my mum's heart that her son's runnin' 'round

In the field but not the pitch

OG's on the block said I was destined to be rich

Where was you back then when L-Lane had to ditch?

Where was you back then? Man hunt and Tiggy it

Trap more on the block, then we're listenin' to

Blacked out on a graph, then we're listenin' to Mitch

Tryna get a big belly like my little Gritter Titch

You know I love that kid

'Cause I was homeless and potless

And guess what? He brought me in

Yo bro, I won't forget that

I've had enough

If a pussy violates again, I'm jumpin' in my jet black

C-blocka blocka, yeah I rep that

Couple man scream fuck them, forget that

It's 'cause we're flyin', takin' off like a jet pack

They're tellin' me I'm next up, had to smoke a next bud

Deep down I'm chucklin', hit the mark years ago

Money's been doublin'

And you'll know about

S'comin' in

Yo, check it

Two poles flashin' like a Pelican

I've got a link for the mad ting, keep your Remington

Brand new Mac with Heleman

Sold the prezzy to my YG, guess I need somethin' better then

Got enough to cash blade out for his Skeleton

Thinkin' 'bout a Sky Dwell, might get Patek again

Kettle's ain't shit though

Need a new kettle for this trap and a shit stove

Told you on a next up your line ain't ringin' 'cause you're givin' out shit stone

Hitters on Encro, ready in hit mode

Still keep a 1-piece, ain't talkin' chick bone

If I'm with jits I keeps it stuck in like split dome

M in your section, that's a German in a big chrome

Cats say your food tastes like Diesel

Get out this wit with your shit phone

'Cause like Rem said, image is everything

But I don't give a fuck though, I'm married to the game

Fuck a wedding ring

6 figs from long time

Clothes ain't shit, you can catch her wearing anything

Married to the game, fuck a wedding ring

That's word to my bro Mix

Your family took the piss, I ain't gettin' into it

Tattoos and pendants are pending, but somethings getting

Bro I ain't pretending

Wish I jumped in this music thing way back

By now I'd have a mansion and a Maybach

Same line, same food, even the same cat

Pass it on to the block, feelin' like the main man

I think legit life's comin', I can smell it

Like P1 and Keen, give me a show and I'ma shell it

'Cause it's shelly on season

Whole ends movin' like the mob

Linked up for a truce 'cause we don't want treason

New links in a Brum town

Give me a reason

'Cause Dans cuttin' little more than some treason

Mo slappers comin' in like a demon

1 day I might purchase the Bemon

It might come with the ding-dong BM

Fat stack on a seat like bro, delete them

Fat stack on a seat like bro, delete them

Fat stack on a seat like bro, delete them

I've fuckin' had enough lad, it's Manchester season