Two MOBOs, twice, two years, I might give one to P He was taping the streets and I was taking the scene Who they gonna point it at if it ain't at me? They didn't believe, had to make believe You know when you clean up so damn well, forgot how you was pulling up Used to go with the shotgun when the Trey-Eight weren't full enough Half out, half in, I got golden records and golden slugs £150K for the thirty, shall I hold it up? Done a next £100K in Louis, need to make some space Bought mummy the Range, fill my block with semi-autos and bricks of flake Crib with a gate, Mykonos with bae Cost you a £18K, that more than eighteen K I can fill up the G-lock, I can fill up the forty too But I went and got the forty-seven, that's a naughty move We dropped so much tape that year, I pushed so much weight that year Bro came in with the yeah, my next bro came in with the yeah That's two of them, trust me I've ran through a few of them We're more than coping He got bine and the TEC's and coke, there's been an explosion Gave her a rack, told her friends, "Tonight them tips are golden" Even in the city, there's no pity, clips get fill like Foden I done £7K on the K then £300K with A So much bine, I could change Put the Makarov down, let me take the Trey to change the flake I had that one ten weeks like Cench and Dave Now I do ten in a day I ain't doing drill debates, I dunno why they still debate It could be stainless steel today but it's still like £100K I'm in St Tropez with the top down, next stop Monte Carlo Gang said he ran that down, that boy didn't make it far though If it ain't us then who then? Amusements, see 'em and - Hop out ringing it, scorps with a string on it Trey with the duct tape, G-lock fresh Didn't have much men Took the pound to town like Sexyy Red