Posh Gangstas

Opps all laugh at me, they're dummies Don't suppose they find it funny When we pull up to the club With cars and drugs and girls and money If you pick a fight with me, you know who's pulling out the shotty When we pull up to the club With cars and drugs and girls and money I'm posh, and I know it, and I flaunt it When I ride 'round town in a blacked out Bentley You'll know you aren't respawning And when I pipe man down with a hundred rounds You know I'll be back by morning And if opps see me with tea and biscuits, they don't need no warning I'm M-T-S-G, and I don't cap in raps And unlike those septic tank Yanks, I don't get shot in maths We ride Lambos, not cabs Pay at restaurants, no tabs Posh boy, with a flow so infectious, my opps needed Covid jabs Bass, money, fancy clothes Opps and coppers, I dispose Sticks, stones, break my bones Still got rich off Tory loans Rock, roll, Rolling Stones Make that cheese, provolone See my opps all down the road, I block their path like traffic cones Opps all laugh at me, they're dummies Don't suppose they find it funny When we pull up to the club With cars and drugs and girls and money If you pick a fight with me, you know who's pulling out the shotty When we pull up to the club With cars and drugs and girls and money Opps all laugh at me, they're dummies Don't suppose they find it funny When we pull up to the club With cars and drugs and girls and money If you pick a fight with me, you know who's pulling out the shotty When we pull up to the club With cars and drugs and girls and money Roast dinner, Sunday lunch Tea and biscuits, lovely brunch Down at Crufts, lovely bunch Fist of gold, pricey punch Roast dinner, Sunday lunch Tea and biscuits, lovely brunch Down at Crufts, lovely bunch Fist of gold, pricey punch Opps all know we have a plan Windsor Castle, where we hang They never come 'round here, 'cause we defend our land Pull up with the gang, gang Pull up, let it bang, bang Opps all scared, when we pull up with the gang, gang, gang Opps all laugh at me, they're dummies Don't suppose they find it funny When we pull up to the club With cars and drugs and girls and money If you pick a fight with me, you know who's pulling out the shotty When we pull up to the club With cars and drugs and girls and money