Ropes

[Intro]
Meet me in the field fuck a phone call
Beats by Yamaica Productions baby
Man roll there, skin haffi get burnt
I ain't tryna do it one hand and angle it
Beats by Yamaica Productions baby
Hold it straight then strangle it
Could never be war cah them man are on ropes

[Verse 1]
Fuck five-O
Still thump man up on the high road
Told him "come round the corner" and he said no
You know what? I don't even blame him, though
'Cause he's nuttin' like man and he would've got soaked
'Dem love run like Raheem but I've got sterling
Sterling, yeah, that's smoke
Headtop turner, man are on volts, man
See my face and they know
That it's time for them to go home
Part that crowd of people like Moses
When I do the dirt just like moles
And I've got the drop for one more
So it's still gunshot for a paigon hoe
Upsuh, upsuh, 4am
Phone still ring, it's on silent, though
American Dad, Family Guy
Storage Hunters, Cleveland Show
Mud and snow
Never been wrapped by the nitties and an O
Axe on me 24 and the bruddas dem know
They get stained
They've gotta pay that out of that dough
Not fair but you know how the ting go
Man don't? Then they will rasclart learn
I don't organise beef like Hearn
Man roll there? Skin haffi get burned
Yeah, you thought you was the man in your adlibs
Squeeze up your car, now you're really doing skrrt (Skr!)
Hands on bro? Don't be absurd
Mark my words (Mark my words)
Vegetable or six feet in earth
Cabbage or get the opposite of birth

[Chorus]
Fill up the stick with stones
Fill up the stick with stones
Aim for the target, hit them bones
Could never be war cuh dem man are on ropes
Fill up the stick with stones
Fill up the stick with stones, lead cologne
Or I've got the joobie on me
Joob-joob, now he's crawling like Phil Jones
Fill up the stick with stones
Fill up the stick with stones
Aim for the target, hit them bones
Could never be war cuh dem man are on ropes
Fill up the stick with stones
Fill up the stick with stones, lead cologne
Or I've got the joobie on me
Joob-joob, now he's crawling like Phil Jones

[Verse 2]
Fill up the candy cane with sweets
Cuh I'm knee-deep in skreets
Like, what have you done this week?
Talked greaze on beats? You've got a cheek
Joob is crawling, Stevie G
Joob-joob-joob-joob, joob is schleep
Man think becuh I said deep
That I won't boot like boot that's beat
Quickly turn it Paid In Full
If them tell me that and nuh eat
But it ain't a motion picture
And I'm with Santoro, not Victor
Kane in the cut but it ain't no picture
YG active, local (Deya!)
Meet me in the field, fuck a phone call (Come see me)
Unruly on the Gaza (Deya!)
They ball for the ref, I've got my own rules (Yeah)
They don't want beef, they want tofu (Ha!)
And they don't want arms, they want toes too
Chatty
Run into shop, front shutters
Tripping over rubbish (Hahaha!)
Shouting on the mains
Hoping the boydem's coming (Snitch)
I'll take it out on his cousin (Bow!)
Everything I spit, I done it (Woah)
Check dem man if they're wired (Woah)
5am, I ain't tired (No)
Piss and poo still flying (Oh)
See him in the Blue and it's frying
Said he does a 1-2, but he's lying
I cut through and do main like a lion
Frontline, bright BM with the iron

[Chorus]
Fill up the stick with stones
Fill up the stick with stones
Aim for the target, hit them bones
Could never be war cuh dem man are on ropes
Fill up the stick with stones
Fill up the stick with stones, lead cologne
Or I've got the joobie on me
Joob-joob, now he's crawling like Phil Jones
Fill up the stick with stones
Fill up the stick with stones
Aim for the target, hit them bones
Could never be war cuh dem man are on ropes
Fill up the stick with stones
Fill up the stick with stones, lead cologne
Or I've got the joobie on me
Joob-joob, now he's crawling like Phil Jones

[Verse 3]
Come like man propose a man's Fetty
Hold it two-handed and steady
Can't come my corner, stay edgy
If man tell me that I'm washed
It's probably 'cause I caught him already
Gyal give uck and I give shelly
Cut round there about 3:30
3:45, I'm gone already (Garn!)
I ain't tryna do it one-hand and angle it
Hold it straight, then strangle it
Problem popper, we handle it
Opps Next Door, moving all frantic
Dargs from the East and 'cross the Atlantic
But know it's Lewisham where Mad Max is
Deya pon the Gaza, everyting not nice
Touch one of mine? That's not wise (Nah)
Boaty capsized (Bow!)
Perks and gems get baptised (Bow!)
Rep TG, them bad guys (Tizzy!)
Still throw Ellz like Badside (Woah)
2 2 shells, fuck magpie (Woah)
Real bad luck's when the mag rise (Yeah)
Said you've got a MAC? You tap light (Liar)
They ain't got three bags, their stack's light
But they love buy creps and plush ride
Till man come riddle that X5
Fly outskirts in the X6
Mash works and flog, then we mek hits
Fill stick with stones and we press it
Gyal had head off bed and me pressed it
Up on Black Heath where me test it
They had their feet up resting
How are you a big man and still watch wrestling?
Love acting and impressing
If I got diagnosed, I'd have a section
Oh my Lord, I love weapons
But I'll still punch man up for bro
Cuh I ain't got no bredrins
Stump man where man tek it
Every last ting, that's exit

[Chorus]
Fill up the stick with stones
Fill up the stick with stones
Aim for the target, hit them bones
Could never be war cuh dem man are on ropes
Fill up the stick with stones
Fill up the stick with stones, lead cologne
Or I've got the joobie on me
Joob-joob, now he's crawling like Phil Jones
Fill up the stick with stones
Fill up the stick with stones
Aim for the target, hit them bones
Could never be war cuh dem man are on ropes
Fill up the stick with stones
Fill up the stick with stones, lead cologne
Or I've got the joobie on me
Joob-joob, now he's crawling like Phil Jones