text: Welcome To The Party Freestyle Lyrics
  Yo
  Shout out Tim
  Music and Road, order that now
  Free up gang
  Ayy
  I was dead brass, badding up cats
  cah I got shotted by thirty P
  Bad B give hat, cah Im in Hats
  And I just blew about 30 Gs
  Finesse up the works then leave
  That blade was black, now its burgundy
  Now I got blood on my Burberry
  Crep, trackie and bally, I burnt all three
  I was dead brass, badding up cats
  cah I got shotted by thirty P
  Bad B give hat, cah Im in Hats
  And I just blew about 30 Gs
  Finesse up the works then leave
  That blade was black, now its burgundy
  Now I got blood on my Burberry
  Crep, trackie and bally, I burnt all three
  I used to pray for a change
  Until I had dirty knees
  Fresh home and it made me a change
  For the press I provide for them dirty fiends
  Heard these opps want to murder me
  Four long come wedge like Hercules
  Done out this batch, come back proper
  I aint trying to burn two whips this week
  Two opp blocks, both got taped
  Gang done burnt two pricks that week
  Feltham days, opps got weighed
  Done it like a two and a blue of each
  But then these strips aint new to me
  What you know about a Q on a, Q on a -
  10 on the M, straight to the town
  Thats everybody getting food for free
  Halve a B, get it, stretch it
  I dont really care about gluten free
  Half that dots, metal, pebbles
  Tryna turn man to a human tree
  Wap get locked but my corn ting
  So I could have put a few in my Cuban link
  Make sure the opps cant come round here
  Like I aint tryna let them see puberty
  I was dead brass, badding up cats
  cah I got shotted by thirty P
  Bad B give hat, cah Im in Hats
  And I just blew about 30 Gs
  Finesse up the works then leave
  That blade was black, now its burgundy
  Now I got blood on my Burberry
  Crep, trackie and bally, I burnt all three
  I was dead brass, badding up cats
  cah I got shotted by thirty P
  Bad B give hat, cah Im in Hats
  And I just blew about 30 Gs
  Finesse up the works then leave
  That blade was black, now its burgundy
  Now I got blood on my Burberry
  Crep - I burnt all three
  Yo, man cant tell me about blocker
  How many times did I camp on the corner
  And I didnt even like the yogurt
  I spent six hundred pound on a shotgun
  Go and make it sneeze like I dont like pollen
  Cheap and cheerful
  Opps cant come around here
  No werewolf, whos got problems
  Tryna drill nine to five on the option
  AJ Gs, no boxing
  Crack cocaine, Im a play for this band Im -
  Nigga I dont know about Foxtons
  Yo
  And four quid to last me all week
  When I pulled that certi he wouldnt free up the pack
  Thats when I backed that tune and conked himEmbed