Verse 1: Still pulling up on smoke Skeng in my pocket Can't you see that bulge in my coat Like holla mans brey Manaman's got guns That'll sink a boat Send a young boy round with a skeng They ain't leaving till they see smoke My n***as the realest in town You n***as are really a joke Feds looked bored watching Eastenders It's a f**ing joke Trapping ain't dead The nitty still clucking and ringing my phone Chilling with bro Talking 'bout money Dough to the dome