Different Sorts

(Ayy, Madenka)
(Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh)
(Tut, tut, tut, tut)
Bow

I remember when I brought that shotty
It fucked up my re and I'll do it again
I had it on top in my grandma's shed
I got a .38 live in Fernlodge and I got a .32 in my X
With the trappin', it gets me vexed
'Cah I hate when cats ain't loyal, my hair went back, he's the argyle oils
Come 'round wheelin', lettin' off men
Bap, bap, Bow
Recoil it then do it again, bap, bap, bow
I got loads of ammunition, got a shoe box filled with lead
Tell my young G's "Mind who you bring 'round here, if he's funny, I'll pepper your friend"
My first bootin' I done, I shot my man in Holderness
Made- move off M's, we'll run man down with one in the head
Then we lined up- in Streatham, back that trap and took man's zeds
I could talk 'bout-, but it gets intense
Now fuck that, shot my man in his back and ran
Little old me was a mess, I shot my man and I thought he was dead
Paid fifty pound per corn, no way, would've waste that shit on a leg
As a little me but I'm grown now, still tell boss man "Give me the legs"
Had six on me and I was live, walkin' around like I ain't got sense

(Ayy, Madenka)
Yo, turnt, yo

Extended clip, I don't know who to trust
We're out playin' real life snakes and ladders
It's been long time man's been rappin', stole me an S and they saw what's happenin'
I could do them walks on the hills, but in the trench I'm tapped in
My young boys walk with a darg on the opp block try not to see one of them they-
Ot work, I done bare with the seagulls
But I never played for Brighton
Live with the bine, we don't know 'bout re-bills
Full clips like Charlie Chaplain
They was out hidin', one got flatlined
Ever seen a man turn typhon?
I'm tryna get hyped up, BossMan Dlow, keep it on the d-low
Shotgun was my first born, swear I was callin' it Brooklyn Beckham
Gotta thank God for progression, shaved up- but I could've just left him
Really paid two point five for a hand ting, that was way before Brexit
Back then we ain't had much bread but all we would need some pellets
Yo, way before all the conspiracies all we would need is some credit
And way before all of the German ding-dongs, all we would need is an engine
And way before bro got the .20 wreckin', induction wing we was doin' up penguin
Ever had jake's give all of the smokes
They ain't got no choice but to do some fencin'

(Ayy, Madenka)