Crep Shop - MKThePlug, Rv, OFB

Out here in the concrete jungle

Gotta treat these opps like prey (Prey)

Just got a chase from jakes

But I got away, sorry, not today

I just got a chase, it’s mad

It’s a mad ting so I hide from jihadis (Hiding)

Decamp from gang, .32 goes bang (Bow)

Grease it so the mash don’t jam

Me and S in the ride, two loaded waps

No flick shanks can’t get backed on man (They can’t)

Car doors pop and the opps get prang

No cap, it’s best for you to not lack

Get sent south side, no Bagel

Fuck a Bagel, slap corn at your Mac D’s

These dumb little opp boys can’t at me (Woi)

Try Gun Lean and get shot from the back seat

RV

Bro was itching to get down my man

But I told him, «leave him for me» (Leave him)

That boy is mine like Monica and Brandy

I’ll shave man’s wig like Andy (Shave that)

I called the new wap Patrick

Cah I roll with the Star like Sandy (Ah)

Shh got shh, held one in his leg

And now he can’t walk like Bambi (Pissed)

Keep tools in the ride at all times

Never know when they might come in handy (Never know)

I was in jail watching Hollyoaks

Same time Darren was cheating with Mandy (Stress)

I don’t feel them yutes so I spilled man’s juice

Shank game on cranberry (Ching)

Bad B wanna come to the Nizz and off them panties

Meet me at Tangy

Bando, I’ll slap this gladly on the back street

Turn guys into athletes (Dash off)

I’m in the nizz, .44, that’s Tangy

With a bad B backing it for a mad G

Man slapped at your tracksuits

Get round there and dash off two batteries, mad greeze (Dashing)

Man hide from jihadis, Ali’s

Get round there with Rambos and ballys (Ching)

Bando, man’s trappy, slappy

On the other hand tryna make mum happy (Happy)

My aunty’s telling me I’m a bad breed

I’m a bad breed, spill juice like cranberry (Man spill it)

Boogie B gets splashy, free up my akhi

Bro-bro weren’t no patty (Free bro)

The Niners too chatty, gang get tappy

Gyal on my line too catty (Catty)

Everyday I wake and pray

Thank God I ain’t rubbed like them lot (Paigons)

I do bits like Love Island

My line don’t ring for no ten shot (Ring)

Red card, get him sent off

Ching man’s head, now he’s looking like Lescott (Ching)

Just got new boots, I copped me a 9

But I never went to a crep shop

Everyday I wake and pray

Thank God I ain’t rubbed like them lot (Paigons)

I do bits like Love Island

My line don’t ring for no ten shot (Ring)

Red card, get him sent off

Ching man’s head, now he’s looking like Lescott (Ching)

Just got new boots, I copped me a 9

But I never went to a crep shop

Three car doors get popped in the A

Man lurk on the 2's like I’m from that place

Catch me a opp, man cheffing that straight

Shave man, dip him up and then skate

What you know 'bout big fat shank on your waist?

Or a tinted dinger containing the gauge?

(Bow)

Slap this dots, shells fly in your face

Back to the block, L2 get blazed

Kway back then used to roll with the kitch'

Now it’s same size as a walking stick

Test me and bro, then you’re taking a risk

You’ll see me in the late night patrolling your strip (You will)

'Till a black male get shot or chinged

It’s straight opp boys, no innocent shit

My yute run, you don’t wanna get hit

That yute’s broke but I made him drip

I could’ve been on the pitch doing rainbow flicks

But instead I’m in the trap with this Rambo (In the bando)

I didn’t choose this life, this life chose me

My marj hates it but my fans don’t (Sorry marj)

This life is peak and I know it’s the streets

So let me tell you how my gang roll

I’m in Southampton with this fifteen inch

New jewels now we see man in Zandos

If I could, I’ll share my age

But most of you would think that this kid is bluffing (He's bluffing)

But let me show you suttin'

I done more things than most man in this ting, it’s nuttin' (Trust me)

But don’t start judging

I’m just telling you about this shitty little life that I’m stuck in (Shit life)

My friends in jail, my opps in hell

And the verbal abuse keeps coming (Dead up, dead up)

Everyday I wake and pray

Thank God I ain’t rubbed like them lot (Paigons)

I do bits like Love Island

My line don’t ring for no ten shot (Ring)

Red card, get him sent off

Ching man’s head, now he’s looking like Lescott (Ching)

Just got new boots, I copped me a 9

But I never went to a crep shop

Everyday I wake and pray

Thank God I ain’t rubbed like them lot (Paigons)

I do bits like Love Island

My line don’t ring for no ten shot (Ring)

Red card, get him sent off

Ching man’s head, now he’s looking like Lescott (Ching)

Just got new boots, I copped me a 9

But I never went to a crep shop