Blue SVR

(M1 On The Beat) (M1 On The Beat) If it ain't 'bout these racks Don't call if you don't want airtime (These racks) Go and get guap in my spare time I can put money on your head like a hairline (On your head) Black boy but my diamonds white And these stones glow in the dark (Ching) Reach for my chain, lift it, let go, blast I'll slap my hood up And slap this chrome out your heart (Slap it) Rip up jeans and ruin the drip But the black blade folds apart (Ching) Why the opps washed up like plates? We got a new dinger, no plates (Skrrr) Wind me up, I just wind that window (Wind it down) And leave your whole block in tape (What you doing?) Took one pull on my spliff Now I'm telling Chante 'wine her waist' (Aye come) I'm way too gone to be runnin' from jakes I pray I survive this chase Best of both, these worlds for the cats Grub that's global, serve that, local Whip that and watch that, snowfall How many grams have I weighed in total? (Gone) All them trips on the train Pray I don't get stopped by the exit Took so many yutes to cunch And even girls coulda grabbed, ain't sexist (Nah) Like Whoo's got a whole lot of laces But this one's peng with a frontal (Peng) Roll with 6 in this 4's, I was doin' '6 for 40' bundles (Yo) Fendi coat when it's rainin' All this ice and my jumper's frozen (Ice) Patek on my wrist, it's golden Make your gyal wanna buss that open (She buss it) Anytime we fuck, she suck that A hundred in my Gucci rucksack (Hundred) Cut thru the city with a thot from Insta Don't tell your friend that we done that Spent 5 years stuck in the bin Judge really want me locked 'till I'm old and grey Now I got brown ones, too much lighties But this one named Sky, she's grey (errrgh) And my yardie back's amazing She buss for the gang and we call her "Grace" Call -s, and I ain't gotta ask Cah I know he got his knife on ready to shave (Shave that) Rub them bells, nah this one's ready to blaze (Boy) Shot my spliff, it's ready to blaze Diallin' -, with his devilish ways (Evil) You can die in seconds, 20 different ways Drawin' me out 'till he's dead in the grave (Dead) Flicks and roach on the curb And kick man's head on the pave (Kick it) Silly with kweng in the rave Don't get kweng in your face (Kweng) Do you ever touch us with your blade? (Never) And she only fucks with rappers And I only fuck bitches with braids (With the plaits) I'm in a Blue SVR, I need more space Tell them, "Clear out the lane" (Skrrr, Skrrr, Skrrr, Skrrr, Skrrr)