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[Chorus: T-Mula & Baby R]
Deliver corn there like a postman something like PAT
Bad bitch giving me uck, she knows she a BAD
Look, I made a killing there in the trap, I made sure I DAB
You was outside with your dogs, I was with the CATs
Deliver corn there like the postman something like PAT
Bad bitch giving me uck, she knows she's BAD
Mad, mad racks in the trap, so you know I DAB
You was outside with your dogs, I was in the CATs

[Verse 1: T-Mula]
I tell an opp get wid it
Like Samurai Jack go mains
Samurai Jack go dip him
I ain't talking about bruck down teeth
When I give a boy loose fillings
You can't feel me deny my block
I'd rather die hard like Willis
Like I'd rather die hard like Willis
From the pack come purey
From man talking hard about punches
Something like Tyson fury
I know my man, they're just stressed
'Cause I'm just banging his shorty
Gonna break that pack into stones
The rest of the pack come salty
Like the rest of the pack come salty
Ain't done by them (No)
It's like the mandem scream, "Hella Kwengins"
None of them done by them
About 86 don't crash corn
All I got to say is free Skeng
I might pull up in the ride like, "Yo
Make sure I hit up your friend"
Like make sure I hit up your friend (don't run)
And fuck who hates me
I don't work in retail darg, and I won't be serving corn from Sainsbury's
And a bad B screaming out gang
I tell her come fuck with the 80s
And a bad B screaming out gang
I tell her come fuck with the 80s
Like I tell her come fuck with the 80s

[Chorus: T-Mula & Baby R]
Deliver corn there like a postman something like PAT
Bad bitch giving me uck, she knows she a BAD
Look, I made a killing there in the trap, I made sure I DAB
You was outside with your dogs, I was with the CATs
Deliver corn there like the postman something like PAT
Bad bitch giving me uck, she knows she's BAD
Mad, mad racks in the trap, so you know I DAB
You was outside with your dogs, I was in the CATs

[Verse 2: Stampface]
They got beef, that's on site
Saying trap hard, that's a lie
Ten toes with the skeng boy
I'd rather peddle that bike
Call my guys on the high
Don't question me if they might
Bust skengs, boom boom
Run away from them lights
Man get paid off trap
And man get paid of rap
Them man there just act
I'm putting my life on that
See, a man want bands
So I link them cats
Rusty fours, kicking off doors
For the white like Kim Kardash'
Mummy taught me watch out for the fakes
Snakes and rats
All of the mandem are scummy
Bummy, fucking tramps
Trap day and night like Kid Cudi
For the money, I go ham
Give her the D like Sunny
For the buddy, girl go mad
Go get yourself some money
You're broke, how you screaming out gang?
I will never be like dem boy
Round here, fam, a snitch can't hang
Pull up on man no warning
Caught my man and he ran
Everybody gonna hate on the eight
Coming like they wanna be man

[Chorus: T-Mula & Baby R]
Deliver corn there like a postman something like PAT
Bad bitch giving me uck, she knows she a BAD
Look, I made a killing there in the trap, I made sure I DAB
You was outside with your dogs, I was with the CATs
Deliver corn there like the postman something like PAT
Bad bitch giving me uck, she knows she's BAD
Mad, mad racks in the trap, so you know I DAB
You was outside with your dogs, I was in the CATs

[Verse 3: Scrams]
Coco that's my fetish
Serving stop, then I hit greggs with the peckish
I was young and wild, now man's grown and reckless
And you know that bubu-bang got me feeling feckish
I can see in your eyes you're scared
And word to my nigga like Stamps
Niggas don't trap or bang, that's weird
Like I'm the one she aired
Now she's tryna slide in, I just stroke my beard
Like, didn't know you cared
Unruly
I don't know about laws
Still flexing Nike
I ain't lost this sauce
Yeah, I might drop that pause
Or lurk round yours
Dots, or rusty fours
Two man jogging
'Cause we got that urge
Yeah, me and bro
Are trying to do up purge
Two man jogging
'Cause we got that urge
Yeah me and bro
Are trying to do up purge