I Spy!

[Verse 1: Loose1]
Way back, didn’t know about smoke
Knew about kitchens, knew about flick tings
Niggas wanna buy shoes and coats
I need more smoke real talk man’s itchin’
All I hear bare lies and fibbin’s
Main road, back roads, bare dippings
Said he’s on I, fix up you’re trippin'
Rambo cuh I don’t know about slipping
I know about trap, I know about glides with my siblings
I remember when the line weren’t ringin’
Picked up a q and I went out pitchin’
You was indoor, salty, bitchin’
Undo the locks, free the guys in the prison
Get rich and ghost a mission
Stack notes and loads of riches
Play by the rules, snitches get stitches
Rich in your pics but bro you’re stickless
Flexing for the bitches, free up the guys in the cage like Nicolas
It's getting ridiculous, talking on trap, real life you ain't with it
On who?, like what are you kidding?
Hungry boy and this beef’s delicious
Skengs on ped they panic, I mean skengs on ped they vanish
Ipp dip doo chase him, man stab him
Deliveroo, deliver food I’m trappin’

[Verse 2: Splasha]
I spy with my little eye, I think I just clocked me a paigon
Oh shit, jump out the whip, do a man quick no traces
No time for a bitch man grind for the jibs
You out here kissing up faces
Done more than 6
Shank up pricks then back to the flipping and trading
Feds took the g's from us but they active
Just heard Digga's on basic
Just spoke to Krime, pissed in the bin, but anytime giving no facing
Girl try pouting her lips at me, someone tell honey she's wildin'
You know when my team done the work
Why? cuh we just come back smilin'
First hear the spark, then you hear the bang
Come like thunder and lightning
Got so many man with the blade on road
That I forgot about fighting
Dem man there love cooch on the face
The gyal dem do know the riding
We done laps on your block that day, you was just inside hiding
Free J'Sav, step in a jam, cut a boys length then dash
Please don't talk about dirt
I put in my work, why you think my name is Splasha?

[Verse 3: JDF]
Get round' there, ching man up
1011 we don't do no scuffs
Got a bad b telling me she want me
I ain't no jake man I don't do cuffs
Enough time mans been round' there
And civilians cause that fuss
So it's straight back to the ends, where we do up trap and jugg
And how dem man talk about trap
And they shot to jakes man they just some mugs
Enough time mans been in the field and a TSG van pulled up it was nuts
And mans been in the bando with cling
So you can't tell man about grub
And bro got amm in bits
So you might as well call him the plug
Dippings in the field we don't do no scuffs
Ching man down make him feel it in his lungs
The cats phone me for the 1010 stuff
Doing up trap footwork for the funds
Ebony ting and she wants my love
I just dogs that bitch then dust
Niggas talk bad but niggas ain't tough
I been out here with smoke in the cut
Get round there man I 1011 bop
Ching man down blades rip through tops
I can't lack man I can't get got
I been out on the block getting gwop
I will do it baitface on the mains
I don't give a toss
And dem man be snitchin'
They be writing statements to cops