Kwengface - Fire In The Booth lyrics

You know what time it is
When you hear this right?
Let's get ready to rumble
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah let's get 'em bro
Round one, let's go look

Know me, tryna get rich akh, so I'm out 'ere
Tryna misch mash i get paid off streaming
I get paid off the Kit Kats
Bro-bro flip that, dip that
Aim for his boat, man sink that
When a man lurk on your block
I'm pulling on tings like "yo
Where the pricks at?"
Lost bread so I took back bread
Now they call me the bagdat
Pull up in a stolen truck
Would've thought it was mum pulling
Up in that Qashqai
Gyal said that a mans getting older
She said "when you gonna act right?"


I said that I don't even
Know 'cause the food
Haffi' flip and the opps need to flatline
If you see us man in the cut
You run out of luck like
You just seen a magpie
What you know about riding 'nuff
I rid so much that I killed off my trapline
But I'm back in full effect, grab them
Bags, grab them Z's, no chill
Man do it again
Yo, I could talk about these yutes all day
But I ain't tryna waste my breath
Cah all you're gonna hear is
He got chinged and he got shot and cheffed
And okay, i hear that saying that you
Can't mix beef with bread
But I'm 'bout to make some super bands
And blow this all on skengs
Lost bread so I took back bread, ments
This trapboy life's intense
I just sold like a rousand rebs, huh
I ain't gotta send no texts
Now the D's on me for the drugs
No way can they get this hotline
True say that they got that one time
Told them "swear on my life it's not mine"
See bro in a buss down ting, German whizz
Told him I soon cop mine
And I trust in broski's whip
No bicarb and the ting just locks right
I'm in OT serving shots
Man's feeling like Q2T
I just see Jakes at the bando so I
Might off my phone for the eve'
Yo, she thinks she's nice for the inches
Off that wig and weave
When a mans low on P's
Mans gotta rise that bread like yeast
I been stuck in a trap for weeks, it's peak
Ain't seen none of my G's
Long time a mans seen Skully
Been a long time that a mans seen Squeeze yo
Oi

I see you Kwengface, I see you my guy
Come on, you know how it gets
I see you mate, wow
You ain't come to mess about tonight
That's for sure not at all bro
Brigades know how it gets man
Let's go in bro come on man, free the guys
Final lap my guy rah, it's BKay
Look

I tell bae bae, like "please don't stress me"
How many times have we lurked and a man
Got dipped in his tee like Tetley?
OT, serving that grub
Pass your lug 'cause a man needs plenty
Peng ting on your boy
Canada Goose and her makeup's Fenty

Look, they say that smoke cause heart attack
If I make mans white tee red, stressed
Know as an Art Attack
If I take mans grub, mans gone in the mist
You know you can't call us back
Peng browning from 'suh
All on man and her arse is fat
Yo, man see Jakes, I parked that whip
Hopped out then I parked that pack
My bro's on bail for a stick
I pray that they don't call him back
My phone went mad when I touched down
So I brought a next quarter back
If you're past 25 and
You're still doing gang
You're known as a artefact
Gyally on me when I arch this back
Like true say, man'll get boom, true say
Man'll get kwenged i'm in OT serving leng
I just smashed out a rousand rebs
Put my ting in LV drip
She better just hold this skeng
Whip that work
Whip that skeng on the M25 or the 4's in pebs
I was 17 tryna out these Z's
Doing a Z a day on my ped
I was 17 when I bought me
A dotty, dotty too long
Had to get that cheffed
I was 18 when I slapped that led
I was 19 tryna smoke mans head
Now mans 20 tryna fill plenty
I thought I was rich when I stacked up 10

I tell bae bae, like "please don't stress me"
How many times have we lurked and a man
Got dipped in his tee like Tetley?
I'm in OT, serving that grub
Pass your lug 'cause a man needs plenty
Peng ting on your boy
Canada Goose and her makeup's Fenty

Yo, back that 15, lengthy
Man dip-dip like a man get cheffy
Leave 10 in your back like Messi
He tripped up and shit got messy
Nah G, man I ain't had brekky
Only sit down just to count these reddies
And I don't know nuttin' 'bout labels
Mans out 'ere smashing them Z'es
Yo, 4 and a half of me get chopped
And the 2's of the AM get ghost
Stay binning them cones and I got
Kit Kat's ringing my phone
And nah, this ain't no tic tac, roll
Up hit that, hit a man, ghost
Roll up, roll up, hit a man, ghost, mad man
Really tryna hit a mans throat
On the M way doing up dash
Hitting like 90 straight to the cash
2 rousand rebs on me
No way I can slug this pack
Yo, Shay's tryna talk 'bout rap but I'm tryna
Get a 9 off each out the trap
I just outed the last of my pack
Now I'm in booth tryna make me a track
I remember like 014
No money and boot cut jeans
Now I just step in Harrods
Like I want a size 8 in these
But I just wanna mash this bread
I just wanna make this P
But the opps tryna draw me out
How you gonna talk when your pockets on E?
How you gonna say that you splashed yourself?
How you gonna talk that lie when Kweng
And P done splashed as well? Fucking hell
Free my guys in the fucking cell

Come on, Kwengface fucking hell
Oi, welcome to the Champions League my guy
Come on, quickly bruv, light work out ere
You're in the big time my guy out 'ere
I think it's gonna be a fantastic
Year for you my G
Come on, normal, normal, normal
Oi, you know it's special when I
Start using words like fantastic
You know what I mean? Yeah man
You went in bro (yeah) , my guy and that
Right there that right there
Is Fire (Fire) In The Booth