M24 - Fire In The Booth lyrics

Nutter, nutter, 'ready said slap
Don't lift that cutter
Nothin' ain't Chris like Tucker
Where man get spread on
The street like butter
Fuck off fucker
I'm still tryna make man suffer
I didn't come home for supper
Probably out tryna get that one up
Nuff man's skin got bun up
Where was you on my come up?
Sweet one, pum-pum, turn up
On a juug from night till sun-up
She wants my notes on a Mabel ting
But she can never be my lover
I won't call JB my mate cah
That nigga there my brother
I got all the GBGs and they got
My back like yard have Dodas
Anything opp get callus, done, turned salad
We really ain't got no manners


Why you think that the opps can't stand us?
Roll with swords and fuck-off hammers
I done it, didn't care about cameras
In the booth with Charlie-Charlie
Now everybody hates like Chris
I swear when bro says, "Walahi"
Some will end up getting fried like chips
Not a couple hundred pound or
More that's coming in dribs
Those things ain't coming in cribs
They're locked with someone governing it
Get your shit Jacked like Sparrow
Made that beat like M1
Bad B dishing out nothing but skrung
Give me and my friends some
With a leng one
Pulling off with a leng one
I was out late tryna dish those packs
I really didn't care if the feds

I took nuff trips like Mister Bean and
I let that spray like Mister Sheen
I forgot to call her back
Now I got a sweet one pissed with me
I ain't got time to waste, no time
I'm just tryna make history
Literally this new hand ting's
Got the sickest beam
Lurk 'round, don't see no one, pull
Up at your door like
"Trick or treat?"
I done it before, still do that now
I'm really tryna rip that t-shirt
Pullin' up was burst
Oi, oi who's that yute? Reverse

Drilled and failed
Them man drilled and failed
Best think before drilling on us 'cause
You might get killed as well
Handle the clutch with skill
Do the same on drills as well
His skin got peeled as well
He never turned us but he spilled as well
Dots twinnin' like Zack and Cody
Rambo still get wheeled as well
Five in the coupe like Jackson 5
Comfy cah it's filled with bells
Long one, rusty 12
The small one's sitting on the
Side of my pelv'
I ain't really got time for girls
But I ran through nuff
Now skrung get shelled
Shell it, shell it, 300 man, rev it, rev it
Seen a lot of man leg it, leg it
This beef now, can't dead it, dead it
Kweng it, kweng it
Chef it, chef it
Them man have respect yet
The GBs winning, yes
I said it
Naughty 40, dirty 30, man get done for mouth
On the block all day like a low life
They don't come around
They change their route, they
Snap main bricks
They ain't coming town
The whole of the guys think different
GBs pull up, it's going down

The scoreboard got misconstrued
How are they fucking winning
We had two in the famous Peugeot
That's the real definition of twinning
If only they knew the risk I took
I was definitely out here chingin'
I got bagged for a couple of them
Cah they were definitely out here singin'

I step with the GBs
I don't step with no one else
Two hammers up, it's about to
Be a bumpy ride
I ain't talking Stealth
Look, and M man's health with a
And it Saunders well
Me, I got badders for days but
I ain't got time for girls
Jakes on me, oh well
They want me on a wing like Gareth Bale
I really don't know what happened
That day I was with my girl
Put me to the test, no, I won't fail
Free my bros out the fucking jail
I done it with grips and slap as well

Look
I can't name a lot of man
That go harder than man
Drillin' and trappin' weren't part
Of the plan
Half my niggas on road
The other half in the can
Tryna stay focussed before I claat up a man
Music's goin' mad
I got fans and my pocket's lookin' fat
I got grands, I ain't just a little hood rat
I got plans, his wig got pushed back
Oh damn

I was in 'Dam, even there I had it
Hella things around man, no go-go gadget
Bro-bro grab it and let that pop
Me, I'm the real definition of a savage
Humble and preserved, I don't talk too much
The opps stay lying in chalk too much
Can't stand a bad B, they stalk too much
You're a good yute, I know you
Stop talking tough

Mum's got four, I'm the rebellious one
Sweet one saying
"Why you so rebellious hun?"
Love all my brothers, that's genuine love
I defo made a killing off pebbling grub

I was up suh, so much spots
Dirty sofas getting so much spots
And I ain't in pebs, that's so much rocks
I was really doing trap, I know about guap
I don't know about stop
I ain't hearing that
And all them fake jewels
I ain't wearing that
Who's this bad one staring at
I think she wants a piece of
Me but I ain't tearing that
The GBGs really get back guys
Tryna take my respect so I got back mine