Lightwork Part 2

Graaap Bow, woo Scratch mixed it Lightwork 2 Yo Brigade Look, look All of my opps been slapped at Tap-tap that, see a opp, man scratch that Straight deliveries in a T I'm putting bando straight in a sat nav See him posting racks on Snapchat Me and P turned up, bro, let me have that I'm in O with a pack, man trap that On the way up, man bank that proper Grown men see me in cunch, they're pissed They know that their phone line's lock off My mum said I always get nicked I ain't made for this shit, you might as well hop off She don't know I'm the youngest yute In the oldest town doing picks and drop offs Tryna backstrap that yute But we know that he don't want war And this blue ting's way too thick So you know that I'm hitting it raw This yute saw silver all in my hand He ran, he knows he don't wanna get bored He tried run but he went to the floor Jump out the ride and I yucked him quick More time, he don't even know what he saw Listen to me from '014 Most these yutes just sound like me Now you wanna talk kings of drill 'Lowe that shit man you have that cheek Swing my arm, left and right with a bop Would've thought I was LeeToTheV Peng ting air, chatting her gob She didn't even know she was a Lee to the green Me and P sucked three bricks this summer Now he's dripping in DSq Can't lie, man's liking the fit And I'm liking the rips so I copped some too Bad B knows when I'm patterned, she's patterned Yo, I ain't no greedy yute Cover my shank in spirits, push it in, burn that yute Then I burn my suit -tried run got chinged -tried run got chinged -tried run in a shop, like, have you forgot you still got chinged Yo, them man run into the banks Why you tryna get cash? You're holding a ching Yo, man tried jump in a cab, fucking lack, window ching Caught me a vibes when I touch me ah button I'm out tryna catch me a suttin' They're cuttin', them niggas ain't staying for nuttin' The money just keeps on coming, that's a BT flow Had to flow on that, that's cold I'm in a farm land or a seaside Setting up shop, man's doing up O I might attack the block Two shanks in hands just like I'm Moses Smoking dog on your friend, it's potent Go ride for your block, stop moaning See a opp on the block, man soak it Gang done too much pokings We got articles just to show it And this is man's city like Foden Feds tryna stop my plans and tings So I'm still out tryna endeavour Nap my man and we'll buss his ting And true say he try get clever I love and I hate when I get to the ends There's bare love and bare vendettas One hand in my leathers, I'm covered in red Now man feel like the Tethered I don't care if he's young or elder Man just swing my sword like Zelda I walk 'round like I'm homeless I'm in O tryna find me a shelter Yo, them man ain't bad, they rap and act Man's calling them Idris Elba Bad B all on her knees in a orangy dress Man's calling her Velma I ain't ever been on bus on tour Straight Circo bus to the court I've been banned from my ends for a year Cah I'm a bandit breaking laws Yo, ever since Kwengface brought that mop Opps know that I do my chores Peng lightie from West Back and breast, she ain't got no floors She want a young boss that DxT I'm in the trap with a CND Man trap and mash that stack I put my prof' on the reload P's I got so many fiends on me I tell her link me by the TNT I got so many beans on me I'm getting up top from this B and B Bro trust me and I trust this handting Smooth two AC, dot-dot safety Would've been ghost if he slapped it Numerous times man skrr and bang it Skrrt, bang, the fat lady sang it I got three G packs in my whip And I just seen feds, told bro "don't panic" Yo, how many times have we stepped How many times has the door opened Tryna G horse them and they jet Man nearly got done at the barbers If gang caught him, then it would've been ments Cheffed, back my blade and then inject Two secs, I'm coming back with that skeng Coming back with that skeng Or twist my shank through his neck Kwengface B, I'm smooth and charged Stuck in the trap, can't write no bars Stop them lies, show us your scars If we didn't touch you, show us your arm Ah, still setting up shop far Seaside ting or next to a farm I'm in the bando listening to K Trap Yo, gotta put that on blast That boy is a talker Let's got and explore like Dora This is man's city, man ah bring it right back like Walker Man's tryna be rich like Porter I was fifteen with my kitchen knife Tell the olders, come 'round that corner Ah, like man ah get bored up Man roll with the fizz, no Fanta Sneak in your home, no Santa Bro said shoot, don't think about it too much Coming like Drake and Sampha Man's dishing out smoke, no cancer Free bro-bro, man, he slapped that wapper If I slap this wap you're packed You ain't coming back like no Wakanda No Wakanda shit, if I slap this mash you're fucking gone Gyally in bed with the French sheets on Like, bae you gotta take them off So many man been chinged and shot Ain't seen the opps since shh got-got But the verbal still won't stop 'Lowe that shit, go ride for your block