Lyrics Labour - LD

Rah, it's BKay you know
Smooth with the guitars, you know
Rah, it's BKay you know
Big wass
That way

Watch out for the nosey neighbours
Devilish girls and traitors
From the red zone of Lambeth
My niggas voting Labour
She's got a four and a baby
Watch her deliver that one like labour
I pray she don't get bagged
There's a cat to a rag like Stacey Slater
'Course a man's got clips
Man ah just give you this trailer
I heard them man's ordering beef
I bring it with corn, LD turns waiter
Mind you get-got by-
'Cause that boy owes me a favour
And he said that he'll turn man pack
He'll bring you with chip and rolling papers

Last ones left, still making it happen
'019, we got two new packs
Make the young boys bag 'em and slang 'em
No history but a man's out 'ere rappin'
These times he ain't got a pattern
Treat opps like Fellowtree clothes
It come like we do it for fashion
All these nightmares of the feds
Got a man waking up in sweats
I was comfy doin' up rap 'til a man dissed me
Now I'm planning his death
JBandz thought he's getting some head
Instead, he got shot in the head
Anytime that Stretch Gang pull up
And tape off the scene, we're leaving him red
Little bro out 'ere tryna play top scorer
He might fly out the Corsa
And he got intent with this borer
Swing that one and you might meet Gora
Or 300 Vespa with the dots
Looking all mad 'cause he's just a bit taller
Double pop that one then skid-skrr
And get a quick fews from Paula
If LD pull up, every ting pop down
I'ma buy me a two tone Rolex
Sky Dweller, I'ma need that buss down
Nowadays I pull up in a coupe
Remember those days I couldn't get bus down
Now LD walk in the building
All the thotiana's there just buss down, bitch

Watch out for the nosey neighbours
Devilish girls and traitors
From the red zone of Lambeth
My niggas voting Labour
She's got a four and a baby
Watch her deliver that one like labour
I pray she don't get bagged
There's a cat to a rag like Stacey Slater
'Course a man's got clips
Man ah just give you this trailer
I heard them man's ordering beef
I bring it with corn, LD turns waiter
Mind you get-got by-
'Cause that boy owes me a favour
And he said that he'll turn man pack
He'll bring you with chip and rolling papers

From old school, I had the .44 on the push bikes
In the kitchen, man'll whip white
Then knock it out like a fist fight
Still shot grub even though it's bait
Slide out even though it's fake
Caught another case, beat another case
And fucked a bitch in my silver face
And them man there
See, they was tryna party in Lotus
I was puttin' waps on the block
Tryna rise that score
Tell the gang, stay focus
Bro said he heard him stutter then smoked him
Went home, built one roachless
That same mach-ine hit Blackz
So that one come like a bonus
That one come like Champions League
Hella opps talk 'bout burying me
Flew Ghana and I buried my grandma
But you know she out 'ere stepping with me
I got paid for my show one time
And I put that raise on beef
I'm the realeast in drill
How these rap boys out 'ere questioning me?

Watch out for the nosey neighbours
Devilish girls and traitors
From the red zone of Lambeth
My niggas voting Labour
She's got a four and a baby
Watch her deliver that one like labour
I pray she don't get bagged
There's a cat to a rag like Stacey Slater
'Course a man's got clips
Man ah just give you this trailer
I heard them man's ordering beef