Puttin’ On The Ritz 2017

[Intro] Ghosty Mally Hotspot settings, uh Free all the mandem GD, my fucking brother Crash, corn Biggz the Engineer baby [Verse 1] This corn don't look too regular These bells ain't got no jingle but it might TKO, no wrestler Like how could you bring your cellular? Like bro pattern up that movie but these shots don't need no editor Shoulda seen when the rambo swung and it hit man's chest all perpendicular On my life, it was so ridiculous, when I ducked that goose like Canada And his step got bagged like idiots, why the fuck would you bring your camera? Long nose hand ting is serious, should I rise this mop like janitor? And my brodie's aim is hideous, get a mum and a son like Pamela Sorry for the noise Ms Jackson, .44 corn come bigger than plankton Gunshots round there is a anthem, man just know that it's one of the mandem Coulda heard that corn in Croydon, Brixton, Wandsworth, Lewi or Camden And I ain't gonna lie, one shot from the .9 had most of your guys all planking I ain't gonna talk 'bout the things we did or who's bredrin got put in a spliff Nuff dead tings got put in a spliff, chip, riz or put in a cling They wanna know who we had on the ropes, they don't wanna hear me chat about goals Talk about drugs, money and hoes, don't talk about change, power and hope But if I rap 'bout love, I'm done, so let me just talk 'bout a rusty one She get beat out like a fucking drum, I won't beat it if I ain't got gloves Have you ever tried shut down parties and get snitched on by the local yardie? Tryna lick man's Ed like Hardy, woulda thought that we crashed on aunties [Refrain] Shoot down the car Shoot down the bombaclaat car Where the babylon dem? Where the babylon!? Bombaclaat [Verse 2] Now I'm tryna move in silence, tell me why the fuck am I hearing sirens? See the whoosh come fat like bison, had a man's head back, lookin' all frightening And the gang's on violence, everyday is frying Don't forget who I is, have your parents crying Why you pressed like iron? Iron, jerk that pack, who's running that back? This .32 corn might ruin your hat Shoulda let that crash on a paigon flat but the feds came before I ever changed the plan Where's the corn they're putting in waps? I really don't know, it's getting me mad But for now, let me hold my peace, one day we'll meet and we'll see who's bad And they love when I talk 'bout trap, 2016 had a line of crack 2013, had a .9 on me and I gave up weed 'cause it made me tapped All now they can't pay me back so if I go low, they ain't saving man Free bro, he's a maniac, straight gunshots tryna play with man Long nights in the bando, box man with the backside of my rambo Turn his peanut to a mango He was curl up in a naan bread like a taco Hit the left side of his Kangol I want cherryade not Tango On a rage ting like I'm raggo Shouts BT 'cause he got me Or it's trap stack with a mad stack or a dotty Tryna crash man like a lorry Before stack money, used to stack money, he was chinging Arms known for the fishing Free BMA out the system, mister "turn a man to a victim" [Outro] (Woi oi) Biggz the Engineer baby Ghosty