Zip It Up

Stretch out my rap flow

Hollowman let me switch up to swag mode

I get my spliff up get that rode

Pick up my door key, slip on my black coat

Rip up a rap show

First thing gotta pick up the strap though

Big boy stuttin, that'll rip out your backbone (Ugghhh)

Mad batches

I wouldn't wanna be who the mad catches

But let's switch up from the rap antics

My jeans look gully and the hat matches (Jheeze)

Fantastic

I don't spend cash, nah I grab plastic

I talk about the rap scene, man smashed it

Your CD's whack, cause your man gassed it

Walk in the park, man smash hits

B.E.T. award, man bagged it

Popped up, guns up, Baghdad shit (Ugghhh)

Mad swag shit, crack shit

I can't leave it, strap magnet

Bagged it

Rudework Creme, man backed it

Wiley, hollowman

Man chat shit

Zip it up when badman a pass in

Live shows, live money, we can half it

I used to wonder why my walls had carpet

Friends made jokes and I couldn't even mask it

Now I'm making money with my old friend Target

Got a lemon zoot in my hand, lemme spark it

Tek a one draw, put it down then I aim for the target

MCs thought I was passed it

Put my by the river and I bet you I could part it

Smart kid, our kid, flyboy apartment

We're doing business and they ain't even started

Underground car park where I'm parking

Club nights in the hood is where I started

Somebody said I can't make money

And then my daughter said "somebody farted"

I'm saying somebody charted, Me

Plus somebody's laughing, Me

It's okay in the driveway

Bents in the courtyard, Bikes in the garden

Beef? Beg your pardon

Better step back and from the darkness

When I ball through there'll be no clear skies

And I don't fear guys

I'll be swinging in the market

I'll be swinging in the market

A lot of man are half-hearted

A lot of man don't bark it

A lot of man do it but they didn't start it

Hummer's on the back, roads where I parked it

Grime lands mine, I've already marked it

I'm the king when I roll through anywhere

You're just a king when you roll through Barnet

I'm not a talka

No loose lips, no propaganda

No informer, no information

Never say too much, in a conversation

When mi come thru, that a danger

Big nine millie, one in de chamber

Manna like Triggz don; t bring the Luger

They never see me dark wid a big revolver

Sharp like a razor, cool and deadly

Bigging up mi crew, in de penitentiary

Dark like a who, dem no dark like me

An' mi come to represent for the SDC

Fly gal she like it when mi in a corner

Manaman drive Mercedes, me a push di Beamer

True dapper Dan, manna real super

Man I'm all about the money, I'm a real hustler

Just a likkle heavier

Don't where me live ina Manchester

High explosives in de city centre

Moss side mandem a living gangsta

Black hoodie, black gloves

Dat a shower sniper

Rough rider, see man a Rough Ryder

Peck'nam crew, dem a true soldier

Bow E3, protect it to de T

Rat-a-tat-tat from de big Uzi

Hol' tight Skepta, Prez-T, JME

An' Boy a Better know, see this is de Trigga MC

Hol' tight Giggs, you know see dat a family

Roll Deep, Flow Dan and me bredrin Wiley

An' the Midlands mafia, manna come down proper

See all the flyer squad, you know manna memba

Baseman' a spider, mi bredrin Crocka

Anytime we come tru, we get a likkle darka