Crep Shop Songtext

These dumb little opp boys can't at me, 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"
That boy is mine like Monica and Brandy, I'll shave mans wig like Andy
I called the new wap Patrick, cah I roll with the star like Sandy
Shh got shh, held one in his leg and now he can't walk like Bambi
Keep tools in the ride at all times, never know when they might come in handy
I was in jail watching Hollyoaks, same time Darren was cheating with Mandy
I don't feel them yutes so I spilled man's juice, shank game on cranberry
Bad B wanna come to the nizz and off them panties, meet me at Tange

Bando, I'll slap this gladly, on the back street, turn guys into athletes
I'm in the nizz, .44, that's Tange with bad B backing it for a mad G
Man slapped at your tracksuits, get round there and dash off two bad G's, mad greeze
Man hide from jihadis, Ali's, get round there with Rambos and ballys
Bando, man's trappy, slappy, on the other hand tryna make mum happy
My aunty's telling me I'm a bad breed, I'm a bad breed, spill juice like cranberry
Boogie B gets splashy, free up my akhi, bro-bro weren't no patty
The Niners too chatty, gang get tappy, gyal on my line too catty
Everyday I wake and pray, thank God I ain't rubbed like them lot
I do bits like Love Island, my line don't ring for no ten shot
Red card, get him sent off, ching mans head, now he's looking like Lescott
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
I do bits like Love Island, my line don't ring for no ten shot
Red card, get him sent off, ching mans head, now he's looking like Lescott
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 escape
What you know 'bout big fat shank on your waist or a tinted dinger containing the gauge
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 the strip
'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 quick 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
I didn't choose this life, this life chose me, my marj hates it but my fans don’t
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 15 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
But let me tell you suttin', I done more things than most man in this ting, it's nuttin'
But don't start judging, I'm just telling you about this shitty little life that I'm stuck in
My friends in jail, my opps in hell and the verbal abuse keeps coming

Everyday I wake and pray, thank God I ain't rubbed like them lot
I do bits like Love Island, my line don't ring for no ten shot
Red card, get him sent off, ching mans head, now he's looking like Lescott
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
I do bits like Love Island, my line don't ring for no ten shot
Red card, get him sent off, ching mans head, now he's looking like Lescott
Just got new boots, I copped me a 9 but I never went to a crep shop