Drill - Loski, Headie One, Rv

Let me tell you how my animals move

Step in the cut, designer shoes, done it in Canada Goose

And these neeks ain’t touch me ever, I’ve bored up their olders too

Anything opp man drill it, or man fish it, Harlem Loose

Crime scenes we done many plus, SA way too cheffy

Anytime the opps make snaps, me, M and the Twins try lurk round Kelly

Splash man down that’s blood 'pon many, we came through and them boy weren’t

ready

Step for the kill don’t bring that celly, say misch mash but their stack’s on

empty

Got Naghz like Future got Metro, shoot that nigga if bro don’t trust

Slow down baby or screw me, trying on my hoodie, put it down love

Smoking on dog or cookie, I see man stooky when shotgun buss

You get got then you run out of luck

Bruck down 20 of each

I distribute grubs at the same way, President Trump distributing his speech

I swear me and T would’ve been rich, if we ever had a run that’s clean

But for years we was doing up jail, between two Gs that’s hundreds of weeks

That’s all for jugging and violence, obbo in the hood that’s Trident

Things in the kitchen that’s science, trap phones filled up with clients

And the opps can’t tell me 'bout riding, I had the whole block smelling like

tyres

And I know what it feels like to be dead broke, I scrapped the fuck out the

Pyrex

I heard a whole load of sirens

How they talk about pressure?

When it’s me that applied it

I put skengs in a bruk down Vestra

Dem man are Brock like Lesnar

I still get it in a dance, I couldn’t give a fuck about wands and sensors

Circle the opp block too many times now the gang just restless

My phone done a One last night, I just spent it

'Cause these weapons still part of expenses, I’m still stuck in the trenches

Been locked in a room with weights and benches, my trap phone still bench press

Spend it on teeth and we ain’t even gotta go dentist

Drilling, trapping, olympic chinging

Name an opp block I ain’t been in

Anything green get bun, hit anyone except kids and women

Rambos twinning, on a late night tryna catch man slippin'

Go home with my black blade drippin', dem man run, shit, I pray that I catch

one trippin'

Chef man down I’m Michelin starred, tools in the ride like I’m fixing a car

Who’s got a problem?

No block in Tottenham does more drilling than ours

I can get man down with the team, or I can ride alone

Leave my house and my keys, rambo tucked and a Lyca phone

Jakes done a raid at my mum’s house, I can tell that she ain’t impressed

I swear down I really hate these feds

Must think I’m dumb, to have this gun and stay at the same address

They couldn’t rate me less

DC tried read my rights, told him not to waste his breath

Re’d up on a g-pack, all of these cells that I hit to the b-cats

Could have me back in a cell in a b-cat, and I ain’t tryna see that

So I gotta step with caution, sliders or expensive Jordans

RV I’m stuck in the trap, like my girl didn’t get an abortion