Fire in the Booth

[Verse 1]

[Hook]
Gucci Louis my colour for real
Louboutin is her heels
I know Rollie's might try and follow the wheels
The obbo is real
We invested in copper and steel
You can get fried like Kentucky for real
We expected this fuckery for real
Still risk getting [?] hope we get lucky for real

Gucci Louis my colour for real
Louboutin is her heels
I know Rollie's might try and follow the wheels
The obbo is real
We invested in copper and steel
You can get fried like Kentucky for real
We expected this fuckery for real

What's the deal, still keeping up [?] deals
Still put bread into skengs and I still ain't got me a Smith unlike Will
I really had a [?] on me take a chase uphill while you was wrapped up in your quilt
Really had a half of box of me up north, but I never put on no kilt
Trust me the obbo is real
They had me in court tryna deny my guilt
Touch road and my first meal was jollof for real
Still find myself in the ride, two rambos twinning
And they're tall like me and Colo for real
I had to Sneak like Bo but for real
These coppers for real
90 on the M all for a meal
That's buj and [?] for real
Put down readies now sauce on spill
Yes I got shh on the cooker for real
I ain't tryna wish I could win the lotto
I'm up and down the M tryna dodge the obbo
I dunno if I'll be out here tomorrow
I just folded a 20 and I made me a comma
I do road with a whole load of things in the motor
Feds wish they could grab the revolver
I could Louis and Gucci my loafers
Been time since I been sleeping on sofas
Found it hard to make toast in the jailhouse
So I just touched road and got me a toaster
The obbo is real
They need to let the wing free like Oprah

[Verse 2]
I gotta set the bar high in the T
I can't set the bar low, Gary
Spent '013 in the bando
And I was listening to Potter no Harry
I remember having no charger
So I had to preserve my battery
All Scott wanna do is score and I told him don't Dele just wait in the alley
Old school like Tim and Barry
Hit the opp block tryna smoke me one
You was worried bout smoking on Cali
I'm up and down the M with Skatty
Treat the bando like your local cash and carry
All old school I'm looking through the letterbox trust me I'll do that one gladly
Four door revving, two skengs in
Two litre engine, you love this friend ting
So don't left him, you better be De Gea tryna save your bredrin
Trap phone benching I got this... that I just can't put all my eggs in
Bruck down penny of each
Distribute balls like the same way President Trump distributing his speech
I swear me and T would've been rich
If we ever had a run that's clean
But for years we were doing up jail
Between two Gs that's hundreds of weeks
That's all for juggin' and violence
Obbo in the hood that's Trident
Things in the kitchen that's science
Trap phones filled up with clients
And these opps can't tell me bout riding
I had their whole block smelling like tyres
And I know what it feels like to be dead broke cah I scraped the fuck out the Pyrex
And I heard a whole load of sirens
How they talk about pressure, when it's me that applied it
I put skengs in a bruck down Vectra
Them man are bruck like Lesnar
Still get it in a dance I couldn't give a fuck about wands and sensors
Circle the opp block too many times now the gang just restless