text: Fire In The Booth Special LyricsPart 1: Prod. by Mubz and ?
  Izzy and Camden
  Show em Im a little bit cockney
  You aint ever seen a hundred bags, uhh
  Boy talk to me propperly
  All pissed cah your boyfriend want me, uhh
  I cant lie this shit new
  But I couldnt but I coulda made her visit in Onley
  Coulda had a trap in Pompey
  This plug talk, nigga Im poppy
  We the only niggas doing this indie
  Like I beg man look at my pinkie
  Cant even fit on my pinkie
  All that bullshit, better just miss me
  This G-u, letting off fifty
  You can ask Roman, you can ask Whisky
  From young Ive been doing it risky
  Wah, you know 12, like 6 b
  Uhh, thats 18 bits g
  Wait, lemme do the maths quickly
  Quick maths, Imma be there shortly
  Trap smart, what g man taught me?
  Think large, what rambz have taught me?
  Its had fast, what Frank done taught me
  Big bars what Pros done taught me
  What SP taught me
  Done it all and they saw me
  Now I let my actions do the talk for me
  My life of friends, they still call me
  Cant compare, the man corny
  Not gon die tryna do it for the viewers or clout
  Cah it will be worth the try
  But I know Im a wanted guy
  Keep a barrel that spins like the London Eye
  I dunno whos who
  Im tryna keep my eyes open like a yute thats tight
  I got my bally on, they still know it me
  And my heads too big, aint a good disguise
  Dem man der aint on dis, lock the park
  Me I shoulda a G19 like a automatic car pushed the start
  Closer ching or get wooshed from far
  Pull up and watch everybody push their darg
  Get both love and AM my city
  Their really tryna do me like Gundogan
  I still slow drive through the opp block like Im tryna look for a spot to park
  Judge really gave Kash eight for smoking throught the 
  That was a bit too harsh
  All we ever do is step, one smoke in the ride, gotta bring two arms
  Thats four man in the ride, two dargs
  Real tugs life like 2Pac
  Part 2: Prod. by Slay Products
  Really rap what I live
  They see the truth, its me thats writing it
  Woulda thought that I dropped the spray in there
  The way how I put ice in it
  Back then I woulda slapped his head
  But now Im too grown, put price on it
  Lid off the pot, scrape that rock
  There aint no rice in it
  They think before cah its waps galore
  And you know that were nice with it
  And if shes pretty with swag and keeps it trill
  I might be nice with it
  Bags of shoes, Ill put you in a brand new coupé
  Now, why am I lying?
  Rather spend it on waps, put it on the blocks
  To show em its frying
  Cah Im done with them yutes, their wouldnt
  Me no done with them yutes, their couldnt
  Cah I really get busy, four in a door and a neutral bullet
  Two hands born in trizzy
  Dem man dont do the road ting fully
  Theyre just lying and lying
  Gotta stay away from Harrods
  Anytime Im going, just buying and buying
  Gotta stay away from hammers
  Any fore sell, Ill buy it, Ill buy it
  All of that talk, they dont know about violence
  Six in the spin, Ill slide and fry em
  I aint ever done typing
  I was juggin from the start
  Ill turn a jigga to a art
  Think a nigga turned his phone off
  I was juggin in the dark
  Wait, little nigga with a game plane
  I turn my tracki into named brand
  I tell em bitches Im a changed man
  Or cock it and shoot him with the same hand
  Fuck bitches, get bread first
  But when I fuck bitches, get head first
  Trap talk for a while now
  You never hear me spit a dead verse
  You never hear me tell a lie once
  Your gonna phone me back if I try once
  Couple workers got wrapped up
  Had to fall back for nine months
  Then its strait back jugg mode
  Never talk, thats the hood code
  Im your favourite trapper-trapper
  Nuttin like a rapper, trust me man the hood knows
  Made a killing off a bujj os
  In the veins where that bujj goes
  Bags and boxes, thats my legacy
  If you didnt, then you should know
  Bags and boxes, thats my legacy
  If you didnt, then you should know
  Part 3: Prod. by ?
  Have you ever put all your bread into grub?
  I really put my whole life on the phone
  How could I be scared to be alone?
  It was minus degrees up noth on my own
  Have you ever had a blue tick on Insta?
  Still copped a nina, now it needs a whistler
  Im still copping smoke, thats even though Im more of a drinker
  Back where three used to dance to the linger
  We just pulled up in the dark and lingered
  Really tryna leave man injured
  Do another , finish like Lingard
  Ever been stuck on the wing with the niggas?
  Buss case and now your screaming free all the niggas
  I was splitting canteen with the niggas
  Now I just gotta send ps to the niggas
  Have you ever had nuttin but a eight ball each for your dinner?
  Spent your whole summer in the T with the kitties
  Then catted five in a week from a dinner
  Step with the spinners
  I aint tryna be the one that bleeds in the winter
  My old first turned fishy
  Now I gotta keep them at distance
  Two rexs deep in the t house
  And I got Shmurda blending
  If they kick this door in, I might have to serve a sentence
  So Im in the bando rushing, tryna get in then out, no stress
  We spent all night deleting texts, and asking bro whats left?
  Never done loads online cah they know full well we step
  How much times did we go and make a mess?
  Then laugh off back to the ends
  Keep one on the way back
  Anyone we see, like burnt from the ride
  And free bro cah he done that Deliveroo with a burg on a bike
  When we hear theyre there, were coming
  Bare live drumbings, saw me one and spun it
  I know why everyones running
  Gotta keep it cool, I can fell the maddest of obbo
  Left out cah the trap sold out
  I might go Harrods tomorow
  I dont even try, just buy it
  Throw me a pack and Ill fly it
  And of course the guys still riding
  Suprised that bros aint tired
  And dem girls still out ere
  Suprise them hoes and 
  Been talking bricks for ages
  Im supriesed these phones aint wired
  My lifestyles BxB, thats braking bricks
  How you think Im taking trips?
  Beverly Hills, saw the latest drip
  Gotta look lit cah I know their watching, taking pics
  I dont give a shit, Im in AOD with a Haition chick
  If think she knows why my bands are long
  Now she wan fuck me playing my song
  Said Im gonna take her shop and she knows Im lying
  But she playing along
  Told my young boy, fam you got one more chance
  Hes underpressure, rushing the packs and weighing it wrong
  I dont give a fuck about streams
  Trap for fam, its full up of feens
  Used to be all a dream, now I got twenty racks in my jeans
  Im in the gun range zetting off steam
  Wait, slapping at 
  Now Im going back to cally
  I told Trap Ill bring the bally
  Foreign ones upon the baddy
  After party in the valley
  Twelve summers in a row
  You can go on check the tally
  Bad bitch up in the range
  All she wants is xannys
  Part 4: Prod. by ?
  Im feeling loose right now
  Think I might just tell them the truth right now
  Cah I got babes in my babes, real buff
  But its only mount of time till my boo finds out, uhh
  Look at my lifeEmbed