Ride or die, in my slams Summer cold, sure as biff to buzz my mind Downtown Sky, Custard Cream Get me in, they're a necessary team Back home, on my ones On the groove, man, hop a duffel job First I have, to get on Keep grinding, bruv, I know it's fuckin' long See these guys, what are they on? These man are jarring and they're looking proper lost Bruv, please calm down, can't you see? You're useless, like a cold cup of tea Boy, I'm pleaser loud, your guns as well I'm looking, playing it straight from Phyllis Tuck Well, your girl could guess this, for my function, yeah I'd slay a bitch, she's looking straight, clapping junks, shlaps