Lyrics: Abdul Kareem Fujah
Music: Abdul Kareem Fujah
Frontline ting n
Ades a king n
Clean up like the bin men
Main man no wing men
She got Back n ting
We’re from the flats n ting
That’s knives bats n tings
Needles wraps n cling
Air max no timbs
I did a mad ting
Snap this sim
No they can’t bag this king
No comment no comment
See I’m just practising
Ain’t tryna catch this sin
Just tryna catch my win
W
W dot
You can get shot
For taking a shot
Post up with the yardies right by the shop
When will it stop?
Never
I was tryna make an effort
You ain’t stepping on my steppers
Bare corn bare pepper
She got Back n ting
We’re from the flats n ting
That’s knives bats n tings
Needles wraps n cling
Fill the bag to the brim
I can’t brag when I win
Manifestation
From like 2010
lil bro clicking them things
Send it up to twickenham n ting
Flirting with the devil
It’s just tickling n ting
Ting a ling a ling a ling
school bell a ring
I might give my thing a ring
Be right back that’s bellerin
See that back I done it in
See the bag no fumbling
Loud n clear no mumbling
When you progress it’s humbling
She got Back n ting
We’re from the flats n ting
That’s knives bats n tings
Needles wraps n cling