No Lies

[Intro]
Aye, fuck the opps man
Last time I checked it was us just doing up crashings
Pull up, skrr, bang! Pussy'ole dashing! (Pussy'ole dashing!)
Trust me, they crashing
Free Chuckz, aye free up ours
Ash, Savz, Madz, Tiny, Steeler
Free the mandem, free Camz

[Verse 1: Lampz]
Like why is the pussy'ole talking
Got a big thing on me, I'm walking
Still doing up heat in the summer
Like everybody knows Uncs, yeah
Uncs be the biggest of runners
Still dishing out packs to my runners
Nine of my savages missing, they ain't gonna see this summer
Got poked by your bredrin
That is shit in your tracks that you'll never mention
I trap while you're stuck on pension
Still ride out, yeah with my section
Still poke up a nigga that's slipping
Dip
Dat, man's known for the dippings
Got Ridz in the back of a 125, really tryna do up fishing
How many times did I step round there?
Duck man down or he's missing
Man back out my shank on a Madz ting
I ain't really into this fist ting
Try put my name in a track, man I know you want me to listen
This thing on my wrist, yeah it glistens
Three peds on The Aves, three peds on The Aves
Looking for who? You're mad
Try come to my block, like one man up
And Telly, he went and got mad
Had man dashing, jump out a four door
125 on the 2s, doing crashings
More time I lack, I still got the Sinners dem dashing
Cuh, man's known for the splashings

[Verse 2: Ramz]
Things in the back, youts get splashed
Now finna hot that sauna
Big rucksack, come like Dora
Blacked out, you can hold a Slora
But broski step with smoke and borer
Push it through, tryna take out aura
Trapline ring, man managing them orders
Still du-dishing out Rita Ora
Bujj, dishing like Gorz
Still licking kits on all of them corners
Ballies on heads, gloves on hands
I ain't getting grabbed, I ain't bait
Man mish and mash, bro came kway
Jug jugging all of this way
If you me and Ridz, then you might see me and Jigga J
Pull up and crash, see hella man run
Savz tryna push through waist
Scream Ks on 2s, you're fucked
He ain't tryna touch none of my mates
You talk about Park Lane bop, man stepping
Step with weapons, aim at melons
Trip on the floor, man I'ma push through denim
Skid, skrr, still tryna get round sevens
Ten man dashing, or, it could've been eleven
Free smoke for neeks
Man down, opps still know about me
Peddle bike, I got things in jeans
Dot dot shorter than rizz, splash man, get one for free
Splash man, get one for free

[Verse 3: Ridz]
Opp block, fast and furious drive
Cabman did a sharp left right now
Pull up on the opps already, but watch, I'ma come back round
You mention Abdja in tracks
But he ain't skrr on that wizz all now
Get kicked off your bike, feel the tip of my ramz
If I ever hear you're in town
Pull up, pull up on the opps, like look what we've found?
Little Ridz have been letting off rounds
Did I mention he wants attention? But I can't beef with clowns
Fish and dip him, and that's another one going down
At the graft and trap, whilst you niggas willin' to lounge
Before, I knew about trapwork, I confiscated man's pounds
They're just clowns, bro got Peter and Cleveland for sale
That's white and brown, no love round here
Niggas drop but they always fall down
Face to the floor, have him eating the ground
Wanna get my body full, have my dens all loaded with pounds
Ring tone, ring rough, I just love that sound
Ring tone, ring rough, I just love that sound