Intro: Tion Wanye
Mm-mm Steel Banglez
Roll up, blama, blama Mm-mm
Stacey, Anna, Anna
Farah, Farah Yeah
Broke youts make me para, para Para
Roll with the soldier Yeah
Car with the chauffeur
Roll with the toaster Baow
Still get figures and bang, chyeah
Verse 1: Morrisson
I'm verified in the streets That's right
So all the rap men take me in
I don't just make up a story like Shiro to make 'em all rhyme just to make a hit
I used to watch the OGs play with bricks
Then post on the block in the latest kicks
With their big watches, chains and rings
Flooded with ice like a skating rink
Guess what We grew up to be just like them Like what
Man are shottas like Wayne and Biggs Biggs
I'm in the bulletproof Range with tints
With a gun that'll take face off like Nick Nicolas Cage
I remember girls used to laugh at us
Now they wanna link us and partner up
We just give them wood like a carpenter
Then chuck 'em in the cab, then laugh at them
Verse 2: Tion Wayne
I'm a N9 classic, man touch me, firearms get brandished Mm-mm
Jewels on on the opp block when I drive past cah they ain't that active Baow
My young tugs still go over there, don't care 'bout internal affairs
Gyal said, Real niggas are rare, so I guess I'm the man of the year Boom
Tion Wayne is a fucking boss
Don't try to come 'round here, get shot
They can't beef me, man, them boys are washed
They will never make what I spend on a watch Money
When they see T Wayne, no weapon
You should see how they start jetting
I don't even know why they chase and chef him
Make him just baow, gave him lessons
Chorus: Tion Wayne & Morrison
Roll up, big boy, blama, blama
White girl, Stacey, Anna, Anna Mm-mm, baow
Make man run, Mo Farah, Farah Yeah
Broke youts make me para, para Sho
In a dance, roll with the soldier Yeah
Big wap, car with the chauffeur Baow
Streets cold, roll with the toaster Boom
I still get figures and bang Bang, oi, oi, Morrison
Verse 3: Morrisson & Tion Wayne
Look at who stepped in again Mm-mm
All I do is sell coke, I picked my side, me and Pepsi ain't friends
Zero L's, just went global, I could have went Hollywood, but I stayed local
If you wanna know the best word to describe me, get your phone out and Google, Mogul
I might give Mike Skinner a phone call and tell him swap names 'cause I am the streets
Yo, why they run from police
Peak when I give him one in the cheek
Real badman, opps see me and speed
Got one West gyal, got one in the East
Tion, you don't want a gyal from East
I don't know, I don't know, they're on too much greaze
Leg it, leg it, Olympic ting
Leg it, leg it, when they see me, they're jetting
Me, I put holes in denim
Man, all my friends are dead dem
From young, man, they said I was violent
Chew man's face off like Mike Tyson Boom
In the Lambo with the seats reclining Baow
Chicks like me, they don't know I'm frying
Chorus: Tion Wayne
Roll up, big boy, blama, blama
White girl, Stacey, Anna, Anna Mm-mm
Make man run, Mo Farah, Farah
Broke youts make me para, para Sho
In a dance, roll with the soldier Yeah
Big wap, car with the chauffeur Baow
Streets cold, roll with the toaster Boom
I still get figures and bang Baow, baow, baow
Outro: Tion Wayne
Blama, blama
Stacey, Anna, Anna
Mm-mm
Sho