SKR

Teddy!

Yeah, yeah...
Left a boy 6 foot deep or make them incinerate him and spread his ashes
Stuff that boy with bells, make him do a 360 or backflip
Was he in a leotard? Was it the Olympics?
Did he get a gold medal? Was it gymnastics?
Nah
Smoke in the air
Was it fireworks or matches?
Nah
Sports mode, feds can’t catch this car
SKR
High speed chase, tell a bad B plug that
Why you tryna put it in your bra?
Feds try frisk man
Laugh in his face, better luck next time officer
Night ‘til day man’s grafting late
Just me, Lyca Nokia
Babylon try radio for the helicopter but I already bailed out of the car
I mount the pavement and jump the railings
Disappear like a mirage
Fuck every human, dog and horse that works for Scotland Yard
Just done London Tower, Waterloo, Blackfriars, Blackwall, Rotherhithe in the same car
Word to the ANPR, ughh

Kriss Akabusi, man run off
Anyhow that it weighs under
Please don’t call me or ask
‘What’s the motive today’
When you call my number
Red button, hang up
If you’re not talking papes, you sound like an Oompa Loompa
Pick up food and make it vanish
It’s magic
Ta-da
Alakazam
Grades and a swam
Lick down a grizzly bear or a man
Wish I could crash into the Serco van
Free up the whole of the Black Ring gang
Ain't singing in the station like Duran Duran
Bump out your face
Now you look like an orangutan
Went OT, didn’t go Camber Sands

Left a boy 6 foot deep or make them incinerate him and spread his ashes
Stuff that boy with bells, make him do a 360 or backflip
Was he in a leotard? Was it the Olympics?
Did he get a gold medal? Was it gymnastics?
Nah
Smoke in the air
Was it fireworks or matches?
Nah
Sports mode, feds can’t catch this car
SKR
High speed chase, tell a bad B plug that
Why you tryna put it in your bra?
Feds try frisk man
Laugh in his face, better luck next time officer
Night ‘til day man’s grafting late
Just me, Lyca, Nokia

I’m looking out for the Astras, Vectras, Mercedes Sprinters and Transit vans
Ford Focus and Mondeos too
Link cats and act like we’re shaking hands
They pass me the money and we have a little small talk
“Oi how’s your day been?”
Couldn’t give a damn
Then when it’s time for the goodbye handshake I pass over the contraband
Opps don’t bang, I guess they’re celibate
Stepped in looking like a sell a bit
Skunk weed, yeah well chemical medicine
Rustlers frowning at the smell of it
(Bumbaclart)
Put points on the score board
Cah im tryna increase the deficit
Leave man stiff on the laminate floorboards
If he can’t control his beverage
Check my recent calls if you wanna see my bank balance
I should be on Britain’s Got Talent
The way I juggle and flip and do disappearing trick from the white man that hold baton
Dirty gammon
Still cut white girl like West End salon
Then put it on the scale with the measurement that says gram on

Left a boy 6 foot deep or make them incinerate him and spread his ashes
Stuff that boy with bells, make him do a 360 or backflip
Was he in a leotard? Was it the Olympics?
Did he get a gold medal? Was it gymnastics?
Nah
Smoke in the air
Was it fireworks or matches?
Nah
Sports mode, feds can’t catch this car
SKR
High speed chase, tell a bad B plug that
Why you tryna put it in your bra?
Feds try frisk man
Laugh in his face, better luck next time officer
Night ‘til day man’s grafting late
Just me, Lyca, Nokia