3 Piece Meal - Local, COCO, Grim Sickers

Yeah

One two

Yo

One double-oh real, three piece meal

Give man a shoutout, give man a wheel

I don’t want a album, I don’t want a deal

But I got bars bigger than Shaq O’Neal

Robot dance in ya' rave like Neal

Checked shirt looking all navy like SEAL

But he didn’t wanna listen and he didn’t wanna care so I left that brer

somewhere in a field

Left that boy in the gutter in 'Diff

Been spitting bars since man had a quiff

No emcee for a Gucci bag, that’s mad when they ain’t got a fag for a spliff

I be getting up 6:00 AM, Hi-Viz hardhat what you know about shift?

And I gotta go do radio soon but I can’t get there 'cause I ain’t got a lift

One double-oh real, three piece meal

Give man a shoutout, give man a wheel

I don’t want a album, I don’t want a deal

But I got bars bigger than Shaq O’Neal

I’m squeezing the mic so hard so the next emcee knows that I need longer

Don’t want a dotcom for my Wonga

Tryna get a queue on my shoulder like a conga

Work it make it do it makes us harder better, gotta go stronger

Uh, can’t call me a plonker, if you do charlie then you’re a Wonka

Command and conquer, wait till I got the plans in place

I’ll throw 20 grand in ya' face, then I’m gonna smoke till I land in space

And my prick leave man with a rancid taste

Got a good girl with a bad bitch face

Might see me in Cardiff Airport, 25 kilograms in my case

One double-oh real, three piece meal

Give man a shoutout, give man a wheel

I don’t want a album, I don’t want a deal

But I got bars bigger than Shaq O’Neal

Signed up to PlentyOfFish 'cause no girls were looking at you and your mates

After you done a selfie with the weights, you gotta go to your mum’s house and

wash up the plates

Had so many stars in school, he could name all the states

When he gets horny his girl inflates

Real girls telling you on your skates

But, I like your sister and her friends

I’ll make your sister one of my friends

Go on then, she can bring three of her friends

I’ll bring three of my friends

But not no boring friends, tell her bring some well-known slags from the ends

I roll spliff, she holds length and the only spitting she does is phlegm

One double-oh real, three piece meal

Give man a shoutout, give man a wheel

I don’t want a album, I don’t want a deal

But I got bars bigger than Shaq O’Neal

Mix and blend, I been about since mix and blend

When a emcee said to a DJ «Yo, DJ start coming with the mix and blend»

Mix and blend, I been about since mix and blend

When a emcee said to a DJ «Yo, DJ start coming with the mix and mix and blend»

It’s Locs

Oh my, oh my, oh my