Lyrics
(Play) yo!
Four in this to Tottenham (dirty) seven seventy, y'already know
(That's all I think about) talk robbery shit
Ayo Abs, tell them sum' bro (sure)

Man don't talk, man rob
Run up in the trap like boss, weh di money deh food affi nyam
Yuh, tek weh yuh arm pon deh 'chete before it get chop
Bumbaclart ya a eediat, ya a eediat, don't bother try run, yuh
Look, man don't talk, man rob
Run up in the trap like boss, weh di money deh food affi nyam
Yuh, tek weh yuh arm pon deh 'chete before it get chop
Bumbaclart ya a eediat, ya a eediat, don't bother try run

Old school, man, heard Jack's got a box (mad, mad, mad, mad)
Jump out on him like Jack-In-The-Box (mad, mad, mad, mad)
Nobody move, man's jackin' a box (mad mad mad mad)
Anybody move then Jack's getting boxed (mad mad mad mad)
Watch your tongue, been that nigga since Redrum
Said you'll bust your gun, no one's dead, suck your mum
Akh this yute he's fake, catch this yute with bait
Catch this yute in a cinema, wrapped in Views like Drake
Fuck that yute, fucked up what, punched up who?
In a rave get a bottle chucked at you
Fam, that's what I call duck duck Goose
Man's night riders
Man looking at man's eye spyers
Man get dark like Mike Myers
And I got man that like violence
Got ten toes, got drive byers
Bop bop, that's your life minused
Man's old school like typewriters
So much hoes I fight fires
Krept is this, Krept is that
Krept ain't buff, Krept is clapped
Krept's got hair, Krept still got plaits
But I made a hundred grand last week plus VAT, safe
Don't act up man know who we are
Heath on the map, whole ends gone clear
Come a long way from the feds in the rear
Out selling draws, man doing Ikea
All these rappers I'll set alight
All this chatting, I won't let it slide
You little neek, come collect your wife
She LD like six, seven times

Man don't talk, man rob
Run up in the trap like boss, weh di money deh food affi nyam
Yuh, tek weh yuh arm pon deh 'chete before it get chop
Bumbaclart ya a eediat, ya a eediat, don't bother try run, yuh
Look, man don't talk, man rob
Run up in the trap like boss, weh di money deh food affi nyam
Yuh, tek weh yuh arm pon deh 'chete before it get chop
Bumbaclart ya a eediat, ya a eediat, don't bother try run

They turned bad boys yesterday
Pump to your chest like Skepta chain
Are you listening? Watch glistening
Don't believe me? Go check the tapes
Case thrown out they ain't got no proof
Phone up bro, he ain't got no moves
Drug came in they ain't got no food
Told him, "I got budge," give him Oxo cube
Free my cousin and Rocky, I come from the gully
What we've done for the money, 'cause my brothers are hungry
You better run to your mummy
Leave man cut up and bloody, we stuck up the pluggy
Don't get bun up, you're lucky
Girl give me ucky, they love me (yo gyal me a badboy)
While you was on Bebo, I was doing run ups in Cubby's
Like fuck being broke that's painful (what they know about me)
Tryna open the box on the table (need a angle grinder)
Little bit of ink, that's a minor
We're taking the food and the lyca
Man's getting robbed like Chyna
When I came out of jail I was stressin'
A class taught me a lesson (ay)
Came out the cells starting sellin' (ay)
Go get the drop then we get it (ay)
Man get ate in the seven (ay)
Ten toes got to stay OP (ay)
Driving a big ride through Peckham

Man don't talk, man rob
Run up in the trap like boss weh di money deh food haffi nyam
Yuh, tek weh yuh arm pon deh 'chete before it get chop
Bumbaclart ya a eediat, ya a eediat, don't bother try run, yuh
Look, man don't talk, man rob
Run up in the trap like boss weh di money deh food haffi nyam
Yuh, tek weh yuh arm pon deh 'chete before it get chop
Bumbaclart ya a eediat, ya a eediat, don't bother try run

Look, PK Humble phoned man and said he got a movie (brr, brr)
I said, "Bro, I don't want no zenos, I ain't no juvie" (I don't want that dawg)
He said, "Three nine bars of the Buju Banton, let's do this" (bambaclaat)
Me done talk, meet me at the spot down suh, I'ma be there soonish (right now)
Some of these olders just loud (just loud)
Keep talkin' bout droppin' man grub
All now I ain't see loud (stop lying)
Say like Yung Fume, I kick down doors with the big stick
Like, where all the big bits now? (Free up, free up)
Wah, man don't really play no games
I know that ya heard that I duck man down
Look, big rambizzy pon mi side
Man a tryna tek weh a op boi now
Look, Fiddi don't play no games
Fiddi come clean, Fiddi got loud
Look, man a keep talking 'bout big man
Big man where? Likkle man, sit down (sit down)
Look, man a keep talking 'bout big man
My lickle man make man sit down
I smoke on the weed, I smoke on the ôunto
I smoke on the lemon, the ammi, the cheese (no problem, no problem)
I phone up PK Humble, we need a robbery (we need a robbery)
Phone up PK Humble, we need a robbery (we need a robbery, no problem, no problem)

Man don't talk, man rob
Run up in the trap like boss weh di money deh food affi nyam
Yuh, tek weh yuh arm pon deh 'chete before it get chop
Bumbaclart ya a eediat, ya a eediat, don't bother try run, yuh
Look, man don't talk, man rob
Run up in the trap like boss weh di money deh food affi nyam
Yuh, tek weh yuh arm pon deh 'chete before it get chop
Bumbaclart ya a eediat, ya a eediat, don't bother try run

Copyright: Sentric Music
Writer(s): Casyo Johnson, Karl Wilson




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