to the sounds of the BBCC
Yo rude boy, you don't want
Four—by—four, challenge three,
Jump out, switch colleague
your boy's gotta chop down trees
Yo, wise head there for a husk of hon our
Beef kicks off but I love the drama
No fists, no kicks when I put
Boys gon' ride, where the fuck the Karma?
Yo my guys all action, no talkin'
Big whip, all blacked—out, we chargin'
Bigs up the guy who we shottin'
B slam, be nice, then we floor it
Some gold chains, drive past fast,
Leather gloves on, that's no trace
No face, no case, just road rage
Three boys in the back and
And the boys super quick,
At your back door, I'ma grit the lot
Got the keys from the cat
Yo rude boy, you don't want
Four—by—four, challenge three,
Jump out, switch colleague
your boy's gotta chop down trees
I said I cast sideways from the roundabout
Million brands on my jeans
Drive fast in that Bim, no police
When I stop and ask for our bean,
Yo, Abi got a late night, 'til the daytime
Get a lick real quick in the A05
I stay alive, we drive bare right
We don't pay fines, we might take lives
You got big whips for them ram raids
Big packs of that damn grade
Big batch when I'm backstage
I got big bites for the landscapes
Yo, drug likers, cops on watch
Doors get locked then doors get propped
Kens get raided, crops get chopped
Wars go local, boys go not
Yo rude boy, you don't want
Four—by—four, challenge three,
Jump out, switch colleague
your boy's gotta chop down trees
I said I cast sideways from the roundabout
I'm living life bro, get off my back
Everytime I hit the town, I go daft
Hit JD, just spent five racks
Okay, been a bad boy from the get go
Drugs and drink might take toll
I got fuel like petrol, bitch I make go
Free drinks, cold, let's go
This time I'm back with a jet to blow
I've got more damn snow than an eskimo
These big white stripes gonna
Everytime I hit the club, it goes off
Yo rude boy, you don't want
Four—by—four, challenge three,
Jump out, switch colleague
your boy's gotta chop down trees
I said I cast sideways from the roundabout