L's DOWN (feat. Madmax)

LeoBeatz on this one

Bakin' off in a Greenford flat, nothin' 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 (baow, baow)

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 SB, 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-that block bangs for a vacant street (you know)

Ask these streets about my G's, all of us load up, aim and beat (baow, baow)

Bakin' off in a Greenford flat, nothin' 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 puddin', bet they won't say that, shot two of them (baow, baow)

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 (grraow), vacant, if I see one, see 'em boogie then (grraow, grraow)

In and out, then I might cut through again, getaway, comin' like real life boogie men (ah man)

L-LP got done like a Z, that's 28 wounds in a man's young flesh (grrah-grrrah)

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)

Chrissy 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 'cause 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, nothin' 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 cappin' (no cap), slappings, back my nank and see bare man cuttin'

Buzzin', th-them man there buzzin', 28 wounds, shoulda 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

M-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 bun (bun), and he nearly got slapped again (baow, baow)

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, coulda been both, so the stones of the lame (coulda been both)

Shame, both got put in their place (both)

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 (baow, baow)

Bakin' off in a Greenford flat, nothin' 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

A-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 (**** know)

Pull up, hop out, spin, I just saw a opp by the Costcutter bit

La-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 know)

All day we can get 'round the ones, but we get 'round the three 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 (ay, grip that)

Hope you learnt your lesson, lil' 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, nothin' 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