Walthamstow

[Intro]
Ay Young Swisher, roll up

[Verse 1]
Yeah we're haunted
My nigga lost it, don't taunt him
Stay humble rude boy don't flaunt
Cah now I'm at your home and it's oh so awkward
The plug came short, nah this ain't what I ordered
Glide that proper, allow the recordin'
Bodies drop like leaves it's red autumn
Take your spot all the catties dem draw dem
It's a warnin'
Just like a whopper how one patty got bun two times
Yo my man looks just like a opper
We're cruisin' I got my seat on recline
My nigga H moves just like a bomber
Just to get him down yeah hе risked his life
My other nigga A a mastеr chopper, if he finds your crop ain't shit gettin' left behind
All these chops you know is fuckin' hoes
This ain't drip this runs like hoe
But really I couldn't give a fuck 'bout clothes
The knife on my hip 2ft like toes
How many pricks been touched, who knows?
If you ask gang, no we ain't involved
One thing that I know, it will never be solved
We'll send you pricks to the sky like Jones
Two man four knives, my nigga love swingin' and aimin' for eyes
Me, I just act like I'm blind my broski's wrong but to me he's right
We have lonely nights
All alone just me and my phone
The plug didn't lower his price so I took what's his and I made it my own
You will get touched up in Walthamstow

[Chorus]
Let me tell you where my heart is
It's in Walthamstow
You don't wanna get flagged up as a target
The hoods small, got the tightest roads
My town got the longest market
So when you run don't slip up, no
He got laid out flat like carpet, he'd be grateful to make it home

[Verse 2]
He'd be grateful to make it home
The king of drillin'?
Then give my nigga the throne, does it all on his own
In my pouch it ain't fittin' so I stand with an awkward pose
Only time I'm grinnin' is when I see shillings
Bein' broke nah I won't condone
The passa weren't with him, the opps ain't livin'
My towns small no saftey it's long
We got opps either side of the borough, and they're both as washed as each other
Two different sets try ride on us, how funny, they both got grievin' mothers
We're the Mali's take your cover, hide your crop and hide your bitch
Keep an eye on them undercovers, late night hidin' behind these tints
Do you know that greed can get you bored
I spend my own prof with you and you've got the cheek to ask for more
Mindi galore t-shirts get torn
It's stow' in the winter, it's warm
Keep an eye on them uniforms
I keep my knife on me cah I'd rather get bagged than have my mother mourn
Them man some gems, market bop just me and my friend
That's either a baby flicky or a rambo knife with length
If I hate khanzir, I'm dodgin' piggies
Glasses on disguise I blend
I ain't never seen no one so busy, Reese0tapped he ain't got no sense only aims at heads

[Chorus]
Let me tell you where my heart is
It's in Walthamstow
You don't wanna get flagged up as a target
The hoods small, got the tightest roads
My town got the longest market
So when you run don't slip up, no
He got laid out flat like carpet, he'd be grateful to make it home
Let me tell you where my heart is
It's in Walthamstow
You don't wanna get flagged up as a target
The hoods small, got the tightest roads
My town got the longest market
So when you run don't slip up, no
He got laid out flat like carpet, he'd be grateful to make it home