Different Sorts - Headie One, Dimzy, Monkey

I see them man dasheen

They always been talkers, see me in the flesh and it’s always been Walters

It come like them boy there Ashley

I keep the skeng close like Roadman Shaq and Aznee

Come like I’m on the lurk for a boy band, the way I search for them boys on the

backstreet

And what the fuck’s rap, when I’m still Live in the T, just last night I had to

flush that pack

Now it’s somewhere in the sea

I rip my 23's, rudeboy I can tell you bout doors and hinges

CPS tryna get papers printed and still I NFA on these bitches

Still M route, rags to riches

Still fly out the ride, stick in my hand looking like I come to play cricket

Score these points still get round there, sawn-off joints

Hold it steady, got both elbows locked I’m poised

Splash mans face, I ain’t lying too

Them 9 boys always been chatty, now I got old songs making up noise too

Still fold these 20s and I’m bagging up coins too

T-house settings, I still turn 1 into 2

I still turn 1 into 2

Put my Jordans on and then zombie walk

Your whole gang got 1 wap, my niggas step out with different sorts

Feds on my case for years, they want a man sitting in London courts

I wake up with the wildest thoughts, get money if I didn’t then I’ll do it by

force

The corn in the mash got force, 44 kicks off like a pissed off horse

With ones like Harry and Snake, big stones and a wap it’s a serious sort

They ain’t copping no waps they’re tr&s, they need financial support

I put my life in my rhymes, now niggas wanna rap like me so I can’t endorse

Bang on them and just giggle, look and find a boy like a riddle

S&D, your life’s in a pickle

Stick on the bike, riding man will take you out like a pickle

Gun smoke, squeeze the trigger same way man squeeze up her nipple

You ain’t putting work you’re a ginnal

Tooled up my ting tickled me, them fuck boys can’t get rid of me

Money coming, money coming in, them bad b’s wanna chill with me

Little hooker go and act you wage, cos kway back you weren’t into me

Guns money, guns money drugs, that’s the shit that I’m into b

Lurking round with a half a b, and that Cardi B

Take risks that’s everyday, cos everyday the feds onto me

Counting racks and she hit me up, I said right now bitch don’t bother me

You see them opp boys yeah they so bruck, if they would yeah they’d work for me

Take risks and prosper, hand on heart, them man there Usain when I’m up front

like Costa

I thank God that I still eat lobster, serious mobster

Still deep in the streets, real life shit you can’t give me no Oscar

Put my Jordans on and then zombie walk

Your whole gang got 1 wap, my niggas step out with different sorts

Feds on my case for years, they want a man sitting in London courts

I wake up with the wildest thoughts, get money if I didn’t then I’ll do it by

force

The corn in the mash got force, 44 kicks off like a pissed off horse

With ones like Harry and Snake, big stones and a wap it’s a serious sort

They ain’t copping no waps they’re tr&s, they need financial support

I put my life in my rhymes, now niggas wanna rap like me so I can’t endorse

Jump out gang, my drillers still crashing off waps

44 with big stones and a wap with a clip on the side, mad

OSG days was mad, big Rambo tryna search and attack

I was on snap in the trap, 2 packs up just me and my cat

I was on snap in the trap, 2 packs up just me and my cat

You was in the party brassed, tryna go home with a thot that’s frass

And my broski just came home and he’s still putting things on stones

Look at his D Squared clothes

My bro just stepped out cold, 67 pendant icy

Look at the gold on bro

Done skengs in trucks now apparently everyone’s doing up skengs in trucks

Done 44s in a 4 door, now apparently they all got 40 one

We fuck up this music stuff, chilling on stage and stuff, whole career in my cup

Feds wanna lock my bros, but the war’s going on and my gang still shell it at

stuff

I’m tryna live my career, but the feds wanna stop and stare like stop right

there

Pull up on the opps with the 4s out like pause right there

My young niggas they don’t care, they’ll shave man straight in the face like he

wants no beard

Smoking cookie and am, I don’t wanna smoke none of your weed man the smokes too

weird

Put my Jordans on and then zombie walk

Your whole gang got 1 wap, my niggas step out with different sorts

Feds on my case for years, they want a man sitting in London courts

I wake up with the wildest thoughts, get money if I didn’t then I’ll do it by

force

The corn in the mash got force, 44 kicks off like a pissed off horse

With ones like Harry and Snake, big stones and a wap it’s a serious sort

They ain’t copping no waps they’re tr&s, they need financial support

I put my life in my rhymes, now niggas wanna rap like me so I can’t endorse