Famlee - Loski

300 Sparta

What’s the palaver?

Ching out your bredrin’s bloodclart

On lane, that’s Gaza, wounds, not plaster

Step with splash, can’t Maga

Back then with Ian and friends

And Bud and friends, not Gaga

All of my Barbie boujee, cutie

Gold one dressed in Prada

300 Sparta

300 Sparta

Family stepped in dodgy

I know that he’s got it in the bag

Splash and brag

Do it like Sav, ching that lad

I fell in love with the bands

She fell in love with man

In West End, buying up Gucci

Dressed in BAPE, got me feelin' like the man

Family stepped in dodgy

I know that he’s got it in the bag

Splash and brag

Do it like Sav, ching that lad

I fell in love with the bands

She fell in love with man

In West End, buying up Gucci

Dressed in BAPE, got me feelin' like the man

Beef still cookin', splash, not whoopin'

Big man, mind where you’re lookin'

Lurk for the opps?

Bro, no, you shouldn’t

Caught little man and he talkin'

Jump out whips and get dutty

Last time me and Mad Max

Lurked 'round in the area

We almost took down mummy

Should’ve wore a vest, ching out your chest

Unlucky

We splash, it’s funny

Tryna turn opp to duppy

We lurk for the score and kill, she all on man

She hold this mash, I know she real

They snap on rides, we step surprise

They dash in field

Family stepped in dodgy

I know that he’s got it in the bag

Splash and brag

Do it like Sav, ching that lad

I fell in love with the bands

She fell in love with man

In West End, buying up Gucci

Dressed in BAPE, got me feelin' like the man

Family stepped in dodgy

I know that he’s got it in the bag

Splash and brag

Do it like Sav, ching that lad

I fell in love with the bands

She fell in love with man

In West End, buying up Gucci

Dressed in BAPE, got me feelin' like the man

300 Sparta

What’s the palaver?

Ching out your bredrin’s bloodclart

On lane, that’s Gaza, wounds, not plaster

Step with splash, can’t Maga

Back then with Ian and friends

And Bud and friends, not Gaga

All of my Barbie boujee, cutie

Gold one dressed in Prada

Wish pon me like Teddy

Use two hands, I’m steady

Them boy better be ready

Many, many time I see them jetty

I’ll do it for bro, I’ll boot

Cuttin' through bricks

You turned quick

Pull up on her, she cute

Hold on, darling, bro-bro

Look, I swear that’s neeky Trudes

Them boy crash, crash

Mash up their car, some suicide youts

No barber man but I trim

Rim, fassy, I’ll make you swim

15 inch with the teeth

Shit, then fuck up your skin

Family stepped in dodgy

I know that he’s got it in the bag

Splash and brag

Do it like Sav, ching that lad

I fell in love with the bands

She fell in love with man

In West End, buying up Gucci

Dressed in BAPE, got me feelin' like the man

Family stepped in dodgy

I know that he’s got it in the bag

Splash and brag

Do it like Sav, ching that lad

I fell in love with the bands

She fell in love with man

In West End, buying up Gucci

Dressed in BAPE, got me feelin' like the man