Ooh, ooh
(M1OnTheBeat)
Dirty-ty, ba-da-bup-bup
Mm-mm
Listen, look
The governors got my thugs in blang up
Dirty two twos so a twenty-two banger
Before trial, there was Jakes at the gate
Tryna separate me and my mate, that's mad up, mad up
Jailhouse, me and my boy used to pattern the place, got ran up
Pour this drip, I don't beef, bust if I up yo' breeze don't gang up
I'm in the jailhouse, fresh on the wing
The trident won't quit the arrest
Tryna check if I filled up my bloom with cling
Police hurt us 'cause they hate our skin
Dickheads, free up my dargs in bin
I love how it feels when you bust that
Case and you step out the court with a grin
Bop diddy bop to my local ting
Police hate me so they treat man badly, badly
They had a nigga locked in the HMP
No P's, just a shit grey trackie
Don't approach me 'cause my broski back me
My head's fucked up and my hair's all nappy
Swing my black fist on the wing, don't mad me
I'm still mashin' that bread in the jail
'Cause there's rice and dubs on dappy
They couldn't cuff me so the officers angry
Why they forcing the evs on my friend?
Tryna comprehend me and my friend, no shaggy
I'm running freeflow with my bro from Hackney
Trap me, me and my Kylian Mbappe
Dodgy DL so the cops can't trap me
You can never chat shit on my name
What a shame, now nobody asked me
Feds know I'm a star so the cops try trap me
Locked up, on remand, I'm anti
Had to spent twenty two hours on bang up
Or get a bail bond, that's plan B
Lord knows, I've got too much love for the family
Pagan thots on my block, can't rock with me
Too many foolish chicks like Ashanti
Trust no bitch so the pigs can't grab me
I'm in the jailhouse, fresh on the wing
The trident won't quit the arrest
Tryna check if I filled up my bloom with cling
Police hurt us 'cause they hate our skin
Dickheads, free up my dargs in bin
I love how it feels when you bust that
Case and you step out the court with a grin
Bop diddy bop to my local ting
I'm in the jailhouse, fresh on the wing
The trident won't quit the arrest
Tryna check if I filled up my bloom with cling
Police hurt us 'cause they hate our skin
Dickheads, free up my dargs in bin
I love how it feels when you bust that
Case and you step out the court with a grin
Bop diddy bop to my local ting
All my niggas on the wing
(free them)
Free my dargs in the bin
(free them)
I still speak to my darg on the mobile phone
Every week on the regular ting
Packs, he's getting them in
(brrt)
P, he's getting it in
(brrt)
And the screws and govs don't like him so
The cell gets a regular spin
(pussyholes)
One minute, they're shipping him out,
Next minute, they're shipping him in
(where you at?)
Growing his beard, I heard my man's going the gym
Everyday pump up, pump up, everyday, everyday, gym
Next time when his dad sees him
He's gonna make his dad look thin
(trust me)
It's not R'n'B when I say that none of my mandem sing
Them man sing, with backing vocals and ting
Just know that man are local and ting
Just know that the goons are local and ting
Man are ready to call your bluff
Carry on thinking you're rough
I'm in the jailhouse, fresh on the wing
The trident won't quit the arrest
Tryna check if I filled up my bloom with cling
Police hurt us 'cause they hate our skin
Dickheads, free up my dargs in bin
I love how it feels when you bust that
Case and you step out the court with a grin
Bop diddy bop to my local ting
I'm in the jailhouse, fresh on the wing
The trident won't quit the arrest
Tryna check if I filled up my bloomwith cling
Police hurt us 'cause they hate our skin
Dickheads, free up my dargs in bin
I love how it feels when you bust that
Case and you step out the court with a grin
Bop diddy bop to my local ting
Writer(s): Darren Dixon, Daniel Lena, Mozis Prince Aduu, Isaac Hagan
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