Ace & Mitch - DigDat, Bookey

M1OnTheBeat

Rah, it’s BKay you know

The line says best of both

On a glide, can’t bring them phones

If you take off someone’s cranium

Nobody has to know

No GPS for a CPS

So this iPhone stays at home

Red shirt if we get a man chest

Or pull that back tryna aim at skulls

Heard that don’s got the belly

Do him like Tommy and Sin said do him

My bro some roll like shottas

I don’t know Max, Wayne or Biggs

Hoe my packin' my bands

She’s one in a million but I can’t date it

Bro just got a box like Creed

Now he’s with Tom in his Ford tryna rake it

Black blade in blue jeans

Opps at the party, after, shave it

Shave it, hop out the car and chase him

Know that my knife work five star ratin'

I just got a connect for you know

Gave it to bro like here’s the next move

He got stained but ain’t got a clue though

Scratchin' his head, still tryna guess who

Told bro 'do up his' chest

Cah he didn’t wanna keep his mate in check

Stop them snakes from rollin'

Dot-dot long like ladders and legs

Bad boy, don’t take no meds

Still tryna crack them boy like eggs

Get blown if you’re sittin' on the fence

Corn get fling or we’re chingin' up heads

The cats, they talk in riddles

I can never hear what Simon said

I told Katie, «don't fiddle»

I always know when she unwraps pebs

Won’t ever see me go kway

Got a young boy workin' me with the reload

My niggas get paid in full

I don’t know Ace, Mitch or Rico

My buj runs black and brown like Nino

Find them shots like Nemo

Ten toes or we do it on bikes like Deebo

My chain cost me a whole brick

Whole kilo, bad one feedin' my ego

Had a fat boy runnin', that’s a walker

Always smelt like salt and vinegar

Thought he was dead when the boy got lifted

Friend looked weak when they tried come pick him up

Had my driver doin' the mad ting

Can’t stop, got light and Banton

Can’t rise if I rise this hand ting

Sad ting, bro still calls from the landin'

S did assisted tacklin'

Done scored and play as a captains

Drug test, I failed it twice

YOI tryna search my trousers

But how many sales did I make on bikes?

Come like I worked in Halfords

And I just run out of dark

Gotta lie to Scott, Franklin and Marshall

When I reload, gonna bring that parcel

My trap phone kick like Arsenal

Got my knife out, aim at jaws

Make man scuba dive

Think Jack will like this batch

Leave that crack 'til it super drys

Two shanks up goin' on rides

It’s fun, not fair

Bro put one in his blood stream

Feds tryna spot if I was there

Kway back trappin' with T now

Nike Air 1's, it was never no Fila

Told my young boy 'rise that heater'

Earn that badge just like Blue Peter

Feds done a clean and sweep up

Scream 'free bro' 'til bro gets freed up

Skeet if you see man creep up

Peak cah you might get shot, not beat up

Hungry so I’m whippin' up grub

Best of the best, no pub

First team up front when corn get dump

No, Bookey can’t be sub

Man handled that metal

No Hansel and Gretel when that boy got cooked up (Got it)