Introstyle (I'm so FTR) - Tremz

Woo, woo woo

Ay la

Want me ni-

Ay (Skrr skrr)

Want me nicked, nicked

Want me nicked, nicked nicked

Yo

They want me nicked they phone the plod

I hate these snitches swear to God

Me straps still buried with the bugs

Had to hide it cos it’s hot

In this world it’s dog eat dog

Watch me make it out the fog

2 guns up I’ll go out smoking, fuck the rats and all these jokers

In the trap house chilling with Mary could have been a wasted journey

Gotta get rid of this Bobby you know I had the (? White 0:50) gun early

In the George ken chilling with (? Fears 0:53) the ones with broken dreams

Fuck the consequences tell the judge free the team

I could never be no witness, I could never be no victim, no

My freedom might risk it gotta keep the money consistent

All these snakes and rats you gotta keep them at a distance

In the blink of an eye watch me risk it all, like I never took a risk before

Skid up score

Running up in your bando like I’ve been here before

Could’ve just knocked, but I came here to rob, that’s why I kick off the door

Too much sauce, strap black like my trainers, everyone get on the floor

Blink of an eye, watch you lose it all, like I never took a risk at all

Big or small, me I take the chance if it’s gonna make me more bankrolls

(bankrolls)

If it’s gonna make me more bankrolls (bankrolls)

I just bought a new wap and watch me buss it (buss it)

OT with my trappers watch us buss it

For the riches, pull up, hop out, bang, pull up in public

On me way to the money, jug, juggin to the morning

RedRum in reverse, with my Scousers 'bout to purge

Baby I’m so FTR here’s a whopper for your purse

If a fuckboy tries to move to you, shoot him where it hurts

I’ll grab you out that jam and slap that T5 in reverse

They want me whacked, they want me gone

But I can’t go like that so it’s on

Big fat shells go in the John

Fry the rats like a bacon on

In this world it’s dog eat dog

Kick a door and rob a crop

Binbags full I’ll go out running, tell the money that I’m coming

On the M-way to Cardiff 'cos I’m linked up with waff

Do the math, you know Scousers do the map

Dirt bike (? 2:23) doing wheelies while I’m sitting on the back

(? 2:27) Watch me wave it, cause a fucking heart attack

I’m moving reckless in the club, Armani bag holding the snub

They tell me «Tremzy you’re a star», oh I came up out the mud

That’s the L-8 to be precise if they don’t like me lad that’s life

I’m a plumber in the night, I met your girl I gave her… pipe

I just bought a new wap and watch me buss it (buss it)

OT with my trappers watch us buss it

For the riches, pull up, hop out, bang, pull up in public

On me way to the money, jug, juggin to the morning

RedRum in reverse, with my Scousers 'bout to purge

Baby I’m so FTR here’s a whopper for your purse

If a fuckboy tries to move to you, shoot him where it hurts

I’ll grab you out that jam and slap that T5 in reverse