Think twice before you make your move There's not a man that can step on my shoes I still act like I got nothing to lose And they all talk gangs until one's in the I can see straight through them they're pretenders They all know about Benz on blenders Hydraulic 10 ton pressers They all know about loading up on weapons They all know about teaching boys lessons Gloved up in SQ7s Holding 38 Smith and Wessons And how a 36 used to cost 27 My team a family not friends We all stand strong to the end I keep a big sword not a 410 For them fuckboys that think like they're men What you saying my boy, what you telling me? Pups trying to bop, they ain't got the pedigree We go peaky, blinders on the enemies Ram them off the road in the Cherokee What you saying my boy, what you telling me? Pups trying to bop, they ain't got the pedigree We go peaky, blinders on the enemies Ram them off the road in the Cherokee They buy Nokias and think they're ballers I rent crows moves packed through borders These soft boys know they can't war us We wear gloves and drive high performance They already know that we're fly fellas Come through Rolex guide dwellers Putting work cuzzy now the line's better Starting from the bottom now the sky's better 36 Zeds in a whole one Ram your enemies with a shotgun Bang to rise but never own up Still got my guns, I never sold none E53 might pull up in a black Benz 38 snub nose, fuck a Mac10 Them boy pagan, I can't stand them I turn up with like 30 of them man them What you saying my boy, what you telling me? Pups trying to bop, they ain't got the pedigree We go peaky, blinders on the enemies Ram them off the road in the Cherokee What you saying my boy, what you telling me? Pups trying to bop, they ain't got the pedigree We go peaky, blinders on the enemies Ram them off the road in the Cherokee Stand behind us, we protect them If they stand beside us, we respect them If they stand in front of me, I get a Cherokee Jeep And I won't stop ramming till we get them And I've gone from nothing up to something Cold nights but I never stop hustling And I've grafted every street round London Real recognized, real so we salute Dublin What you saying my boy, what you telling me? Pups trying to bop, they ain't got the pedigree We go peaky, blinders on the enemies Ram them off the road in the Cherokee What you saying my boy, what you telling me? Pups trying to bop, they ain't got the pedigree We go peaky, blinders on the enemies Ram them off the road in the Cherokee Cherokee