hood antics

yeah

i'm stiff when i skank

i'm cranked in the rave with a whiff and a shank

and i swear to god

my mum would go mad

if she ever knew how much they'd left that rack

i call my grub that elastic pack

cuh i grab the food

then i stretch that back

put notes in the stack till it goes snap

hit sales on my bike till the wheel's flat

i burn plastic bags till they go black

weigh peng on the scales till they go flat

spray bars at a crowd till they go mad

make chicks' eyes squint till they roll back

skrrr in the ding dong till i get catch

drop game on the yats till i get gash

and i've been the same since dad had a say

so fam

i would backchat till i got lashed

please don't act up

please don't play

too many antics

too many games

so many borers

so many flames

too many tracksuits

too many chains

so many baby mums and young dads

too many crazy dons who back shanks

run from the studio to go trap

hood antics

we're out for that cash

o-o-o-ok

get garms to my yard and i don't pay

sleep in a hotel and i don't pay

xoyo and i don't pay

get love in the dance but i don't say

onstage at a show but i don't spray

man can't try a ting cause i don't play

known in the rave scene but i don't rave

got packs of the green but i don't

said got packs of the green but i don't blaze

wake up midday but i don't laze

eat food on the field but i don't graze

bristol motion on tour with the lads

i sprayed missed the drop" and the crowd went mad