text: Cargo Lyrics
  Still reload on cargo
  Move work like Marlo, fats that looking like hardo
  Look at the flick of the wrist
  Traphouse looking Tescos, but we aint go no barcode
  Thats food and chairs like Nandos, watch us step in the bando
  Watch how I break this brick, everything get dismantled
  What you know bout weighing up so much grub?
  The battery scale just ran out
  Shoes on then I do road, I could never leave my gang out
  Bruck down Vauxhall in it into improve driving skills
  Everytime so we go get lurky, I remind bro wipe the wheel
  We bought this skeng off a one week flip, cah they like the deals
  I know the T-house into detail, with my Lyca phone Im skilled
  Send them texts until it wont let me send no more
  Plus I gotta keep it in script with numbers, I got my trap phone insured
  Rudeboy you aint ever look through the blinds at night, see the feds bout to boom that door
  Then dive head first out the window, turn the left and thank the Lord
  All a nigga tryna do, is turn 1 into 2
  In the kitchen they think I do juju, all I do is re-up on new food
  Then I just do it again
  Count up these 50s and 20s and 10s, then do it again
  Again and again
  Bring that weight, bring my phone all benching
  I was 18, me and big bro doing up Tetris, trips are endless
  Headie One and Section
  Still get round there with my cheffers, fly out the ride and drench it
  Still reload on cargo
  Move work like Marlo, fats that looking like hardo
  Look at the flick of the wrist
  Traphouse looking Tescos, but we aint go no barcode
  Thats food and chairs like Nandos, watch us step in the bando
  Watch how I break this brick, everything get dismantled
  What you know bout weighing up so much grub?
  The battery scale just ran out
  Shoes on then I do road, I could never leave my gang out
  I dont even sleep no more, I just wait till the pack goes out
  Thank God that I made it home, now I gotta sit back and count
  Everyday risk taking, this week done a thousand miles
  Seen the square come in, go out, done it so many times lost count
  Trap talk, I do it fluent
  Running through so much weight in the bando and the neighbours are clueless
  When I see these grams, all Im thinking is move it
  This Headie One flow that Im using, it can get confusing
  Packs with elastic bands, I buy that monthly
  I dont go country, trap in the ends Im comfy
  When I send the texts, watch the line go jumpy
  Have her put it on silent, making bare noise and fuckery
  Go my hands in so much green and I still dont eat my salad
  Skid up the car on my man, I assist that goal like Hazard
  I smoke broccoli cabbage, its that go in backwards
  Trap, mash and I do rap, this year causing madness
  Still reload on cargo
  Move work like Marlo, fats that looking like hardo
  Look at the flick of the wrist
  Traphouse looking Tescos, but we aint go no barcode
  Thats food and chairs like Nandos, watch us step in the bando
  Watch how I break this brick, everything get dismantled
  What you know bout weighing up so much grub?
  The battery scale just ran out
  Shoes on then I do road, I could never leave my gang outEmbed