Yo
Rah, it's BKay you know
YPB mixtape
[Mixtape Intro: Big Ryde & Kwengface]
And cuz, you see right now
I need you to let these niggas know (Yo, Rah, it's BKay you know, YPB the mixtape)
'Cah man don't call the young Peckham bandit for nuttin', cuz
Look, me and these yutes ain't in the same calibre
On the opp block search, man g-check yutes
Jump out, fuck that, man stab him up
In the bando still with the fours of each
Man pebble that down and add it up
On this roadman ting, I ain't no amateur
Man's 10 years deep can't lie I feel old
Can't lie, man's had enough
But I'm still out here doing up black gang
Grrrap, bap, slap man
Peng ting says she's into abstract, I'm into gang violence and trapmash
Opp boys want none of this copper
I'm in O tryna dodge this copper
Cause he knows my face, man's way too bait, hе said next time I see you, I got ya
Yo, creep through the night likе Batman
Man's pulling up tryna wack that or I got blades in my hand, Hugh Jackman
Huh, best know this black gang
Romanian ting with a fat back, know I gotta tap that
Man fling them stones like Bamm-Bamm or I just jump out the blue, just wrap man
Peng ting come my abandoned house
This ting is freaky as fuck, she wanna fuck me in the bando now
Baby that's a random shout
Now I'm here doing a mad ting, bagging up grub with my dick in her mouth
Left my stick on South, if there's pricks about then I'm whipping it out
I tell baby like please don't stress me
How many times have we lurked and a man got dipped in the T like Tetley
OT serving that grub, parcel loud cause a man needs plenty
Peng ting on your boy, Canada goose and her makeup's Fenty
Look, I tell baby like please don't stress me
How many times have we lurked and a man got dipped in the T like Tetley
OT serving that grub, parcel loud cause a man needs plenty
Peng ting on your boy, Canada goose and her makeup's Fenty
Look, back that 15, lengthy, man dip dip like a man get cheffy
Leave 10 in your back like Messi
He tripped up and shit got messy
Nah G, man I ain't had brekky, only sit down just to count these readys
And I don't know nuun about labels, I'm in OT serving them zeddies
Yo, I tell baby like please no drama
How many times have we lurked and a man put holes in clothes like Zara
Peng ting straight from Ghana, all she wanna do is smoke and fuck, gyal don't wanna be my partner
Call me the trap godfather, man bang weight but a man still marga
Man bang weight but a man still sucked, how much grub have the mandem sucked?
Even when I'm uptown, got my flick and my rambo tucked
Yuck, damn, how much of them been yucked?
How much of them been touched?
But they still wanna talk, it's nuts
Might talk, keep talking, I ain't tryna leave no warning
Step round there, leave a man Steve Hawkings
Leave a man, leave his marge mourning
Might talk, keep talking, I ain't tryna leave no warning
Step round there, leave a man Steve Hawkings
Leave a man, leave his marge mourning
I tell baby, like please don't stress me
How many times have we lurked and a man got dipped in the T like Tetley
OT serving that grub, parcel loud cause a man needs plenty
Peng ting on your boy, Canada goose and her makeup's Fenty
Look, I tell baby, like please don't stress me
How many times have we lurked and a man got dipped in the T like Tetley
OT serving that grub, parcel loud cause a man needs plenty
Peng ting on your boy, Canada goose and her makeup's Fenty
Look, back that 15, lengthy, man dip dip like a man get cheffy
Leave 10 in your back like Messi
He tripped up and shit got messy
Nah G, man I ain't ate brekky, only sit down just to count these readys
And nah I don't know about labels-
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