Block Cypher

[Intro]
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Free everyone, free Sham'
Free all the G's man, 15 shit
Niggas know
Fuck all the opps as well, man
Trust me

[Verse 1: Lil'S15]
If I ever dash, I'm coming back slapping
With waps in the ride, tryna bang it
P.Y.C, expect to get stabbed in
Lampa, Lampa, too loud, can't hack it
When I get 'round there, why they dashing?
ZT, ZT, better get to camping
If I catch him, you know I'm stabbing
If I catch up, you know I'm—
If I ever dash, I'm coming back slapping
With waps in the ride, tryna bang it
P.Y.C, expect to get stabbed in
Lampa, Lampa, too loud, can't hack it
When I get 'round there, why they dashing?
ZT, ZT, better gеt to camping
If I catch him, you know I'm—
If I catch up, you know I'm stabbing

[Verse 2: K1]
I spit the truth like Latts
And when I'm talking 'bout big bits
No, I ain't talking about Mello or Lampz
K1 is the loudest dank
Lil' Shamz', spilling juice like Dabz
Tappz just swings his shank like Latts
Creepz in the back and he just want bang
Do it like B when I swing them bats
And I don't do F like FILA
If there's no one in the 2
I get 'round the 4, tryna do it like Creepa
Lil' man just rise and creep up
Talking from your chest, lil' man just speak up
15 step, bad gyal just ease up
Ease up
Fish out your chest, get beat up
Slap that dotts or I beat it like Alesha
ZT, ZT, ZT can't beef this gang
100% get put on the news
The 9 come tight like athlete shoes
Pedal-bike glides, do it on my 2's
Or we'll get ticked like Nike shoes
2 for 15 or 3 for 20
That's Kelvin or Negus too
And my girlfriend thinks I gone crazy
'Cah I fell in love with the handting, boo
Opened him up like a fucking journal
Now I got paigon blood on my Loubes
2 for 15 or 3 for 20
That's Kelvin or Negus too
Opened him up like a fucking journal
Now I got paigon blood on my Loubes

[Verse 3: Smoke SZN]
Tell me why you love lie 'pon the net?
Like you ain't been ducked on numerous occasions
Shhh got packed, shhh got deaded
Now shhh is out the equation
15'K? What where, said they ride on us
Me and the G's still waiting
Jeet and skeet, get uck then cut
Smokey ain't into the dating
Barbies waitin' for me to touch road
Tell them "I'm home soon", man, you gotta be patient
This botty's longer than O
Why do you think I call it ancient?
I'm adding K's to the 4's and I'm anti-green too
If we hop out the rides with the fours
Or jump off 'peds, then, what you gonna do?

[Verse 4: Smoke SZN]
I know what I saw, see you run for your life
Don't switch up the story, just tell the truth
I got grub for the shank in the—
'Cah they talk too much, their lips too loose
When we pull up, best back your shank
Back your shank, don't leave your bruce
If the mandem catch him;
Sauce him, splash him
He might end up on the news
I'm tired of riding on G Lane rookies
About time man skrr'ed 'round in the 2's
Said they lookin' for we, that's a whole load of bullshit
We been lurking for them
We don't play no games, my goons are active
Smoke man down like blem
Slip and slide on your block, get ching up
Leave man twiss' up or you might get kwenged
Leave man twiss' up or you might get kwenged
Leave man twiss' up or you might get kwenged

[Verse 5: K1 & Lil'S15]
Look
Rusty — take it out on a date
I'll tell the bitch "Got my shank in the bag"
I can't get bored by a '18 plate
Those Wood Green niggas just brass
Can't see none so I spin it right back
Then it's back to the trap, we make these bands
Can never be bummy like Lampz
I can never be bummy like Lampz
No cap, aye, aye, fuckin' hell man

[Verse 6: K1 & N15]
A man's on him like older
Splash man down, couldn't care if he's older
Hold up, how many times you been soaked up?
Beat it like Alesha, I'll itch him up closer
About you're onto the gang
Blockboy Temz, go do some yoga
Hold up, start the 'ped, don't go slower
Aim for your chest, can't go no lower
And they ride with phones
It's all for show and tell
I scream "Fuck the 3x3's"
ZT, I'm sending you straight to hell
Bunch of bitches, stupid girls
Niggas are rotting away as well
Bunch of bitches, stupid girls
Dippz kept running and screaming "Help"
Oh-oh-oh well, what a shame
— got bored in his face
Lampz, Lampz got put in his place
Six feet under is where he lays
And I didn't see no one at Tops
Man I should've took it to the Village Estate
Respect my gangster, what's Green Lane?
So wait, Obiz got banged in his face?
Fuck the verbal, fuck the fame
N22 is fucking lame
K1's getting dished on ends
Y.Dot, are you sure you can handle it, mate?
I don't want sex, I just want face
Slap that corn, let's see them—
I don't want sex, I just want face
She came to do all three of my mates
See rambos and they leave each other
Back out my ramz, watch my man stutter
I'm anti-green, so I do up the 9 with me and my brothers
Hop that fence
Hand on your heart, so you couldn't get drenched
I put blades in necks
Tell her get on her knees, 'cah she can't get sex

[Verse 7: N15]
I dun' said I ain't from Homerton
And these yutes can't fuck with the tug
If I get 'round the 2's with a loaded gun
They'll think of Lampz on the round' and run
And Risky's jaw got spun
Cameron Camz, he already got rubbed
If I get started in the 2's
I'll have mumzy crying, regretting their son's
I'll have opp boys regretting their actions
When they see me
They're running in the shops
Like their name was Gatlin, Gatlin
Blockboy Temz, you're a fat shit, fat shit
Stop making tunes, stop acting
K1 and Mello, that's what you call a fat spliff
Aye, K1 and Mello, that's what you call a fat spliff
Ain't seen Drimz in a while, stop camping
Switching sides, 'cah you know you can't hack it
N15 just pull up and clap it
Dust man down and freeze, don't panic
It was me in my North Face jacket
Flicky too, that causes damage
Or it's the kitch', that one is a hazard
That one is a hazard
My big bro's out on the block, he'll bang it
Free Shambo, thats my nigga no capping
Got corn if you think you can hack it
Lampa, Lampa, that shit's still banging
Aye, Lampa, Lampa, that shit's still banging
Got corn if you think you can hack it
Lampa, Lampa, that shit's still banging

[Verse 8: K1]
See if you're in or you're out
'Cah I'll get a man down for the cause
Hashtag Drench
Niggas don't know about gang
On a ride out, man's playing with skengs
Niggas try diss on my set, well
You can hold two in your chest
And we do bootings, the gang don't lie
You can check The Gazette
You can hold 2 in your back
15 inch or Samurai Jack
And if I rise that wap
9 out of 10, I'm hitting your back
Or man's slapping at hats
No composure, I'm brucking her back
Said, no composure, I'm brucking her back

[Verse 9: Lil'S15]
Look, aye
Lampa, Lampa, that's loud as hell
Free my mates, locked up in jail
No texts, so I send them mail
No shank, got my fist as well
I was 13 in the interview room
This shit's lookin' all ments'
But I buss that case, got NFA
When all now my marj; lookin' all vexed
Had the yutes gone insane?
But I ride to the block, get left on the pave
And, you better have pace
Like BD, I'll swing bats in your face
Free BD, free 'em
Smokey come long like Jason
And the shank come longer than me
If you buck into gang on the late night
One in your head, then it's R.I.P
One in your head, then it's R.I.P
God, tell me why I'm beefing neeks
They don't really want it with me
If there's an opp, I'm straight to the scene
Creepin' up low, like C.I.D
Then I gotta dash with the ramz on me
Word to OD: It's cold on the streets
Word to OD: It's cold on the streets

[Verse 10: Smoke SZN]
Look, as soon as I leave my crib
I'm breaking the law already
I got my rambo on my hip
I can't afford to get nicked
If I get grub, that's a 12D6
Or it might be a 2D1
If you ride with smoke, that's a 63
Or a 3D Half if no one gets bun
If I hop out the 4 door whip, you're pissed
You're gonna get bun
When we jump out, they run
I ain't tryna give no leg shots
I'm tryna puncture lungs
I'm tryna turn man corpse like DipDat
So we swing shanks, got the numerous ones
I'm tryna turn man corpse like DipDat
So we swing shanks, got the numerous ones
You can't be gang if you ain't got Kingsmill
You need to make some funds
You need to invest in some firepower
No, you ain't got no guns
I know you ain't got no smoke
And, you don't want smoke with Smokes'
I step the streets on volts'
Samurai sword come long like Poltz
Don't take that for granted
You never know when you might just lose it
Don't run with your shank, don't be half-hearted
Back out your shank and use it
The lurk with the samurai sword is appealing
Why do you think I choose it?
When we jump out, they run
They keep it movin', they move it, move it
When we jump out, they run
They keep it movin', they move it, move it

[Verse 11: K1]
Man step and squeeze, man just see an IC3
And the way that the shotgun barked
She would've thought it's filled with fucking teeth
Open him up like a noodle packet
Can't wait 'til I buck ZT
And she heard that we're from the 5
Now she on every man for South T
Hold up wait, ES just swings his blade
Man try let off corn
But ended up getting affray
She wants sex, like get out my face
Slap that corn, let's see them race
P.Y.C or protect your bae
Either way, my man's getting blazed
I just chopped man down into grams
And I ain't talkin' 'bout lightin', B
And if you know I ain't got no shank
Man's drawing for my bat, like free BD
About 'We don't ride back'
Check The Gazette or ITV
And you know I'll just do it like Sham'
Swing my blade through your Fendi tee
Said, swing my blade through your Fendi tee
And you know I'll just do it like Sham'
Swing my blade through your Fendi tee

[Verse 12: K1]
I said it's billin' smoke season
And I'm itching to get man fried
I've been on countless glides
On the back of my 'ped with my big boy knife
They take snaps on the 5
'Bout '3x3', bro, who are these guys?
I swear we juiced up like three
'Cah the 9 boys keep on losing their lives
But these streets are cold
But my rambo's comin' like frost
As soon as I back it out
Stutter, man, while I hear him cough
Man stain up anyone's grub
Friend or foe, there's no love lost
And whenever they tweak on the 'net
I just my — man, now his friend got boxed
** is just chillin' with God
Three of them are chillin' in pots
And my rambo's comin' like frost
Stutter, man, while I hear him cough
** is just chillin' with God
Three of them are chillin' in pots
And this bitch just does her job
But I like how she gets all the paigon drops
Facts, school days, man had it in bags
Shank come long like M
Man, it's pokin' out of my bag
Can't love no bitch, fell in love with these bands
Switchin' sides don't make you bad
Nsav knows he can't beef this gang
But true say all the 4's cross off the map
True say all the 4's cross off the map
Sawn off dotts with my— shank—

[Verse 13: Lil'S15]
Dotts' so long, can't fit in the rave
Half it, cock it back and spray
Have the yutes gone insane?
Tappz and 'Sav, that'll rip man's face
And Tallest don't play games
Sweet one blushing, come my way
One lightskin and the other one brown
Here to give brizz and fuckin' bounce
This joobie got my head back buzzin'
I'm feelin' to spill some juice
So I grab my pedals', phone Lil' Creepz
And we both go lurk on the 2's
Or I might just step in 14
That's a ghost town, ghost town
Where's these yutes?
Or I might just step in 14
That's a ghost town, ghost town
Where's these yutes?

[Verse 14: K1]
Know Young Adz in the bando
Chop that down and see large amounts
I get 'round there on your block
'Cah I just wanna know what this talk's about
125, PCX, I'm on the back, I'll aim at your head
Billing that zoot, 'cah I heard he's dead
If I can't catch you, I'ma catch your friend
Bruckback ting, 'cah the spin ting's dead
'Chetes in the ride, with the loaded skeng
And free BD, don't do it like them
Wavey held two, but he should've been dead
After I've been to smoke my 'breath
I'm in the bando, bagging up Z's
I just hate hearin' "You're under arrest"
Slim fit ting, come hold this skeng
I get pissed when I hear they're still breathing
Where's Lamppost? He eternally sleeping
I'm OJ, no Simpson
Sleep on the vio, we'll be there in the evening
Me and bro got matching skengs
No Hope Dealers, put man on the bench
And them man talk about Hacks'
But God knows that it weren't done by them
And I ain't linking no ting from Barking
She come to the T, that's due to the love
Lampz got bun in his head
And I don't feel sorry for his mum
Turner got a punctured lung
N22, what? Where? Are you dumb?
Said, N22, what? Where? Are you dumb?

[Verse 15: Smoke SZN]
Look, Smoke SZN, that's me
It's ments' when she gets on her hands and knees
I'm bakin' off with the G's
Smokin' the flavoured trees
I got nicked for the splash and the shhh
I was vexed, 'cah 'nuff of my clothes got seized
I'm in OT, serving fiends, 'cause I need that cheque
And I love make P's
I come to jeet and skeet
I don't play games, don't like being teased
When we jump out, best run, don't freeze
We come to make man bleed
Frosty made my man leak
Next time, don't lack when you step on street
I don't lack on street
Always got my ramzy on me
Rambo on hip, got my case on clip
Watch how my wrist flick when I back this quick
Get chinged or run for your life, you pick
Run man down and I pray that he trips
Rambo's glued to my waist, I can't slip
Love makin' funds, love makin' the flip
Go buy some waps, don't buy new clothes
You'll get drenched in your expensive drip
Bad B, givin' me blows with passion
I love the way that she sucks this dick
BA backs his ramz and they slip
Murder on my mind when I'm takin' trip
Just bucked into jadz, flip
Pull up my pants, let's skid
As soon as I leave my crib
As soon as I leave my crib

[Verse 16: K1]
I 15 step and I 15 flex
Man just dip him down 'til he's dead
And if I can't catch him
You know I'm catching his friend
He was six feet tall
Now he's six feet under your fucking stress
Wavey try do the dash, got hit in his back
Are you smoking blem?
And I've been on the opp block for hours
I'm feelin' like one jezz
Position the dotts with your hand in it
So the gang can creep and kweng
Free Nines, free Buddz, free BussDown
'Cah they ain't been home in a sec'
But you know when BussDown's home
All of the opps are fuckin' stressed
If I don't spill on juice like Dabz

[Verse 17: Lil'S15]
Then I circle back and find that—
Swing my shank like Latts
Then it's back to the block with the gang
I was 14, just dishin' them packs
Late nights on the road, don't lack
'Cah you might get itched in your back
'Cah you might get itched in your back
Tappa' got the ting that bangs
Might be rusty still, don't jam
Circle your block unexpectedly
Yeah, we done it; no plan
It's LS, you know I'm sav'
Bang them doors 'til they let out Sham'
It's LS, you know I'm sav'
Bang them doors 'til they let out—
Fresh home, and free up the batch
Won't be long 'til they let home gang
2 cabs, 8 man, 8 shanks
With a spin ting tucked in a bag
Aye, with a spin ting tucked in a bag
2 cabs, 8 man, 8 shanks
With a spin ting— aye

[Verse 18: N15]
No Beyblade, but it'll rip out your jeans
Put a K on the 5, then you must wan' bleed
I swing that shank through your Fendi tee
We 15 step, we don't do a Gun Lean
Tion Wayne got robbed for his fuckin' chain
Put a K on the 5, then you must wan' bleed
You know, you know, aye
Put a K on the 5, then you must wan' bleed
Kettle whippin', she holds my Smith &—
You don't wanna see that bang
K1 got packed, and Lampz got packed
I don't even know for their gang
Sham' lets that bang, and taps his tap
N9 got cross off the map
And if I rise that wap
9 out of 10, I'm hitting your fucking back
Shank in my waist like Puss in Boots
With intention to spill some juice
And they don't make P like Diddy
That's why they never ride back on the goons
We win, they lose
And Lighty got smoked in jail, times two
They're all on the loose
All just talkin' juwap on the news
15 step, don't do no bop
Blade in and out, man's screaming "Stop"
Sham' got the big dot-dot on your block
Hand ting spinner, .32's long
We're taping off blocks
Hospital bed, a tragic loss
Couldn't really care if he's older
Come 'round here, they can get that too
15 step, don't do no bop
Blade in and out, man's screaming "Stop"
Sham' got the big dot-dot on your block
Hand ting spinner, the .32's long
If I have my shank, we're taping off blocks
Hospital bed, a tragic—
Couldn't really care if he's older
Come 'round here, they can get that—
Pull up on opps, tryna turn man ghost
No Bloody Mary
Winner on your block, be weary
We jump out gang and it's scary
Step on your block, mask on like Jim Carrey
And defend my block like John Terry
I got a whip 'cause I popped her cherry
The pack came in and it's sweet like berries
Pull up on opps, tryna turn man ghost
No Bloody Mary
Winner on your block, be weary
We jump out gang and it's scary
Step on your block, mask on like Jim Carrey
And defend my block like John Terry
I got a whip 'cause I popped her cherry
The pack came in and it's sweet like berries
Aye, the pack came in and it's sweet like berries
———
Put one to his head, treat him like a bishead
Put some respec' on my name
They all bow down, but I ain't no princess
I'm up servin' Mary Jane
I was with Kim and he'll give me a break
No KitKat when I break up your face
And if you got a problem
Do up the dash and tie that lace
In the station, you know I stay silent
Bad B, but she can't get wifin'
On the opp block, up front of the line
I'm done with the internet typin'
No wordsearch when I cross them out
Let me show you the ins and outs
I'll have you confused like Jenner
So, lil' boy, better watch your mouth
And them man write like Shakespeare
I couldn't give no fucks like a Virgin
And mandem still get bun like Mayfair
And it best be a bulletproof weave
'Cah if you're a bitch, you know you can't save it
Busy in the field, but you know I don't play fair
Aye, said, I'm busy in the field
But you know I don't play fair
The mandem's tapped, tapped, tapped
You ain't see Kelvin in a sec'
You're way too stressed, 'cah you wear him on your back
5 'peds up, that's jump out gang
15 inch, I'm Samurai Jack
— on legs and he still got splashed
Aye, said, — done legs and he still got splashed

[Verse 19: Smoke SZN]
Me and BD don't talk too much
Ramz and bats, got things and stuff
Me and bro Bankz don't take no chat
Chef man live, aim skengs at hats
Broad day inch, man up
Like man don't take no chat
Broad day inch, man up
Like man don't take no chat
Me and BD don't talk too much
Ramz and bats, got things and stuff
Me and bro Bankz don't take no chat
Chef man live, aim skengs at hats
Broad day inch, man up
Like man don't take no chat
Broad day inch, man up
Like man don't take no chat
Look, daylight lurkin', tryna catch an opp
Tryna leave a face on a shirt, on a top
Tryna K suttin', smoke man like pot
Too much days, man, the ends are hot
If you never ran, then you would've got got
Mmm, if you never ran, then you would've got got
.44, would've blew out your top
Add a K on what? Add a K on the 5?
You must not love your life
We go on glides with heavy metal
That's hashtag big knives
We pop out the blue, like a Jack in the Box
Shit then, that's a scary surprise
Add a K on the 5, ain't wise
Add a K on the 5, ain't wise
Add a K on what? Add a K on the 5?
You must not love your life
We go on glides with heavy metal
That's hashtag big knives
We pop out the blue, like a Jack in the Box
Shit then, that's a scary surprise
Add a K on the 5, ain't wise
Add a K on the 5, ain't wise

[Verse 20: K1]
I got bando problems
And them man there stressin' 'bout females
I got so many deals on deals
That the cats 'dem think I'm doin' up retail
Temz, let's see how you sleep well
3 of them dead and the young G's scream "Help"
Then I start swingin' my blade like bats
Tryna send them there, and I ain't talkin 'bout emails
I got bando problems
And them man there stressin' 'bout females
I got so many deals on deals
That the cats 'dem think I'm doin' up retail
Temz, let's see how you sleep well
3 of them dead and the young G's scream "Help"
Then I start swingin' my blade like bats
Tryna send them there, and I ain't talkin 'bout emails

[Verse 21: Smoke SZN]
Take trips to the Woods', no forest
— come fat like than Boris
Roll on your block, cuttin' through like tourists
How much guys have been touched from your block?
I beg a man check what the score is
Bro got touched, so we rise up the dotts
Tryna leave any opp where the floor is
You got two choices; stay or run
And if you get caught, get put in my RAW rizz'
Lean out the ride like Boyz n the Hood
Get slapped at the — like Ricky
Me and BD don't do lackin'
I got my rambo, he's got his black blade flicky
Or black blade machete
What you know about .44 spinners?
My big bro is way too kweffy
Gang love ride with the largest chingers
And every one of us get cheffy
Run for your Squad like a Hookah
Bro's got impeccable aim like Messi
Ride on my block, ain't wise
Don't you know that shit will get tekky?
I'm puttin' up work on the 4 already
Swear no long', 'the beef them neeks
Two hands on the smoke and hold it steady
When man start sharin' them sweets
I told her already I ain't into no cuffin'
But she still complains when I jeet and skeet
Would've turned man pack that day
If he weren't so quick on his feet
Big dot-dots come long like me
Takes up so much space in the ride
And when gang go on glides, jump out on anyone
Don't let shit slide
4 man, 2 peds with a .44 spinner
If we caught any opp then he would've got fried
These 22 yutes are wet, they touch civils'
I can't rate the other side
They touch innocent yutes and claim that shit
Wanna add that K, get chinged and snitch?
Me and BA is like Lilo and Stich
Me and BD on a 12' Fizz'
No wiser, 'cah we add bruckdown lids
You ain't mash work on my block
So, so why are you making vids?
Bad B giving me the wickedest brizz
She really wants all of my kids
She really wanna bruck her back for a G
I got nicked for the splash and the shhh
I told the feds I weren't at that scene