Dubai

[Intro: Tion Wayne & M24] Mm-mm, yo Hello, it's the Glock, knock-knock Peng-peng ting wanna (Andy Broski Beats) Bah, bah, bah [Chorus: Tion Wayne] Hello, it’s the Glock, knock-knock, who's there? (Buh) Buddy wanna do shop-shop, who here? (Ayy, ayy) What you gonna do? Stop-stop, who cares? You ain't gonna shoot that gun, you scared (Bah, bah, bah) [Post-Chorus: M24] Peng-peng ting wanna (Uh-uh) Got an African girl that wanna (Uh-uh) Even got a Mali that wanna (Uh-uh) Even got a yardie that wanna (Uh-uh) [Verse 1: HAZEY] Even got a ten-ten called Britney The trap house stinks full of Bobby and Whitney (It’s crazy) Bando, took a bad B back with me She keeps askin' me why the cats so twitchy (Rattling) Rashford, makin' moves on the pitch, G Before this rap, they weren't tryna pick me (Nah) Spent a bag on a bag, all fifteen For the times when I nеver had shit, G (Trust) Take off, ride this wavе like the ocean Break down packs, the weed comes in potent If rap don't work, the bando door's open No snakes, bro, won't catch me a rodent And if rats get 'round, straight snap on the strip, that’s search and destroy and bro’s got a tool Even got one from LDN, keeps tellin' me she wants to come back to the ’Pool [Verse 2: Sneakbo] Yo, I got Naija, yardies, Barbies, Malis, I don't want love, just narni (That's right) I got drillers and trappers, serious booters, they don't wanna dance in parties (How you mean?) Shorty wanna chill with the big boys (Big boys), other side got bare bitch niggas (Bitches) Brownie lookin’ all Zeze (Millz), tell her, "Come fuck with the rich niggas" You ain't gonna bust that gun, that's cap How man get beat up holdin' a wap? (Haha) Seen man tried ride and he got turned packs See, the get-back gang gon' get you back (Get back) You ain't gonna brrt, you ain't gonna bap You ain't gonna let that bah, bah You ain't gonna shoot, stop lying, lying Lock and load, gon' get shit frying (Skeet) [Chorus: Tion Wayne] Hello, it's the Glock, knock-knock, who's there? (Buh) Buddy wanna do shop-shop, who here? (Mmm) What you gonna do? Stop-stop, who cares? (Yo) You ain't gonna shoot that gun, you scared (Baow, baow, baow) [Post-Chorus: M24] Peng-peng ting wanna (Uh-uh) Got an African girl that wanna (Uh-uh) Even got a Mali that wanna (Uh-uh) Even got a yardie that wanna (Uh-uh) [Verse 3: Turner] Spin it (Skrrt, baow), twinning (Skrrt) Serena, Venus Williams (Grrr) Knock knock, surprise (Bap), you ain't gonna shoot that gun, you civilian You ain't never did no dirt in your life (Huh?) Just beat shots, now I'm hot, Dubai (Baow) All of my opps numbers decline Sorry, sorry, your girl wanna chill with the big boys, bad B holdin' my nine Sorry, sorry, step on your block inside like I just touched down in Nige (Baow, baow) Suya (Brrt), or a lemonade (Mm-mm) If I rise it (Huh?), elevate Watch how the corn make someone levitate (Bap) Preed all of my opps' streams last year (Bah, bah, bah), and my shooter made more anyway (Bup) [Verse 4: MIST] Smash and crash and dip them, skrrt, blue lights in the distance In jail, yeah, I only had pictures (Ah) Had to pattern parcels for the listeners (Had to pattern up, pattern up) Institutionalised, I was trapped in the system (I was trapped) Could've kicked ball for England (Ah) But, I lied, it was hard, I said I was injured (Yeah, I lied, yeah, I lied) Boom, bang, kweff, you been movin' left Get Zinedine-didaned to the chest I don't wanna start, I don't wanna start movin' F'd You little prick, get slept Big broom, get swept You mug, you mess I only cash big cheques Knock-knock, who's next? [Chorus: Tion Wayne] Hello, it's the Glock, knock-knock, who's there? Buddy wanna do shop-shop, who here? (Mmm) What you gonna do? Stop-stop, who cares? (Yo) You ain't gonna shoot that gun, you scared (Baow, baow, baow) [Post-Chorus: M24] Peng-peng ting wanna (Uh-uh) Got an African girl that wanna (Uh-uh) Even got a Mali that wanna (Uh-uh) Even got a yardie that wanna (Uh-uh) [Verse 5: Jordan] My bird's English, but her back's Jamaican My Irish gyal talks Gaelic Got a lot of women, my ex is hatin' Glasgow girls my favourite Bust two shots where the cops were waitin' (I did) That's real rap, bro got the statements (Real rap) Left the station, smiling, waving Fuck the police, I fuckin' hate 'em Stevie got a big bird, brother, little fat chick Twenty-five year term 'cause he stayed active Rat kids put him in transits Now he's in Franklin on the landing, he's stranded Cars get burned and abandoned Hold man for ransom, brother, that's standard A lot of my friends gangsters, gangbangers Kidnappers, trappers, bro, I don't roll with rappers [Verse 6: Trillz CB] What the fuck have you done? Don't lack I walk with my gun, so don't try [?] went sim so I gave him a blime My naija ting wan' fuck with the guys Holds it down, I ain't gotta think twice Make it knock, you won't hear it jam Beat up the nyash, then fly to the C Can't see them, so they can't see we So how they rhyming? How they lie on streets? (How?) In the function, we got our heat And we got nuff gyal, nuff gyal turn freak (Uh) Hit the bando, take one of each Now it's back to the ends, tryna get more P We seek, they hide, they hide, no seek They talk on us, they lie on beats (Liars)