SatNav

[Hook]
Gotta keep a heat on me cah the streets are cold
You ain't never caught a body, never told a soul
No satnav, I know about Soho Road
Top striker like Haaland, shoot golden goal
Touch my ice, you know I'll crash you like Titanic
GSA to my grave, no white flagging
Tell that boy "Keep woofing for the internet"
Wassy, catch you in the flesh

[Verse 1]
I used to go church with a gun on me
I had all different waps, I can speak about them thoroughly
Pull-out game's strong, girls wireless, ain't cum in me
£40K a brick, I don't know cryptocurrency
My teenage years, strapped in the platers
The .38 was my chosen apparatus
No lacking babes, I always have my strally close
Wood Lanе, Oxhill Road and Riley Close
On God, crash anyone that's involvеd
This one time I did it in a boiler suit and plimsoles
One-sixty on the wrist, not to tell the time
No phone, I don't give a fuck about the cell site
You wonder why they hate me round the drivers
It yammed up in his face, he's still alive
They don't like me but they have to respect us
I was banging when Little Jay and Gibbo had the Lexus

[Hook]
Gotta keep a heat on me cah the streets are cold
You ain't never caught a body, never told a soul
No satnav, I know about Soho Road
Top striker like Haaland, shoot golden goal
Touch my ice, you know I'll crash you like Titanic
GSA to my grave, no white flagging
Tell that boy "Keep woofing for the internet"
Wassy, catch you in the flesh

[Verse 2]
Drive round for forty-five minutes, need a tea break
Was 1-0 down and we was tryna get a clean slate
Feds, obbo, watching from the house opposite
My name was ringing bells, I was serving 'em, Djokovic
Innocence don't count, we was out there tryna coffin him
Due to catch a body in his car, they wanna cough on it
I've got pagans, hate them, some of them I rate them
It wasn't YouTube, made my name on the pavement
You little hurry come, you got your deal now your money's done
My face was in the station cause I terrored Brum
Gang unit tryna give me custodials
I was in some old wheels, trapped and giving no deals
Circle smaller, money taller, could've been a baller
Selling Rita Ora, no hands, ouija boarder
Franklin, have you ever watched Snowfall?
We kept coming back like a cold sore

[Hook]
Gotta keep a heat on me cah the streets are cold
You ain't never caught a body, never told a soul
No satnav, I know about Soho Road
Top striker like Haaland, shoot golden goal
Touch my ice, you know I'll crash you like Titanic
GSA to my grave, no white flagging
Tell that boy "Keep woofing for the internet"
Wassy, catch you in the flesh