[Hook: Young Lord] It ain't safe for the block, not even for the cops (x8) It ain't safe
[Verse 1: Skepta] Packs, I sold, had them buzzing on the road Crack residue in the buttons on my phone Black leather boots when I run into your home Ring, ring, pussy, it's your mummy on the phone Niggas wanna kill me, tell them "Go and get your uzi" Bari got the weapon in the pocket of the Ksubi’s See me on the catwalk, you see me in the movies Still you can end up dead when you disrespect the goonies
[Hook: Young Lord]
[Verse 2: Skepta] The traphouse was a shithole, with my niggas Smokin' on some indo, looking for the police through the window Said I'll be a minute, of course I was an hour Never disturb a baker when he's mixing up the flour Devour these criminals, stepping on my toes I step into the party, I let everybody know The heat will bang for a legend on the roads So keep your hands off my bredrins and my clothes
[Hook: Young Lord]
[Verse 3: Skepta] You say you always got the toast But when you see my niggas you look like you see a ghost These niggas follow fashion, don't look comfy in their clothes See them on the roads getting lovey dovey with the hoes I'll put you in your place, forreal, you disrespect the clique Bang brrrang dang dang, on my Lil B shit From SoHo to the heights, they're fuckin' with me heavy They know me and my gang, we're the realest on the telly
[Hook: Young Lord]
[Outro] You've been duckin' from me, shawty (x8)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
