Back Roads

I ain't seen no bread from this music

I got a hundred bags in cars cause' I do this

They wanna know how I make bread blud, I'm too sick

The way I'm in and outta back roads, it's confusing

The way I'm in and outta back roads, they can't catch me

Big V8, press the pedal blud, it's angry

Do it for myself and I'm tryna feed my family

Bro's on the wing and you know I got his canteen

I ain't boo'd up, we catch flights not feelings

Seen her try take a cheeky snap of my steering

Seen the digi dash going mad, bitch I'm speeding

Trapping in the day, blow some bands in the evening

The whip's a hotters if you see me with my gloves on

Drop a box, drop a bend and we get gone

Pyrex, crack on the stove now it's all on

Still made it back, still make the kitty's jaw lock

She got them pretty French tips and that gold Van Cleef

She don't fuck with no bums, wants to ride with a G

What I spent on the whip, coulda' copped a AP

Got her screaming in the passy off a AMG

I be swerving through the traffic, pulling mad gaps

With a pretty Asian girl, she got a fat back

No financed whips, we pay straight cash

Whip another brick on the stove and make it straight back

I do it all myself, no hand-me-downs

If I see them BX plates, I don't hang around

SL20 got smoked, what a bunch of clowns

Roll another Cali spliff just to help me calm me down

I'm verified, I don't need a blue tick

Burn my clothes, now I gotta get some new drip

New kicks when I'm stunting in a new whip

Panoramic roof got me feeling like a cool kid

And I just got caught in a high speed chase

Got me dropping these gears, I ain't cooking these brakes

Feds think that they're trained, they ain't got what it takes

Big bro copped a Ghost, now we want Wraiths

I know some crazy white lads from some council estates

Put a gripper to your door and they spin it till it breaks

They be creeping in your yard, have 'em raiding the place

Fuck a ANPR, we be switching these plates

I kick the fuck out my car for some therapy

Pretty girl, kinda short, she full of energy

We them top dogs, call me the pedigree

And this SVR's got bucket seats

Who knows blud, it could be a cloner

Do a mazza then we kick it in a sauna

Cali pounds, they be landing by the order

'019, had a Range and a Porsche

I ain't seen no bread from this music

I got a hundred bags in cars cause' I do this

They wanna know how I make bread blud, I'm too sick

The way I'm in and outta back roads, it's confusing

The way I'm in and outta back roads, they can't catch me

Big V8, press the pedal blud, it's angry

Do it for myself and I'm tryna feed my family

Bro's on the wing and you know I got his canteen

I kick the fuck out my car for some therapy

Pretty girl, kinda short, she full of energy

We them top dogs, call me the pedigree

And this SVR's got bucket seats

Who knows blud, it could be a cloner

Do a mazza then we kick it in a sauna

Cali pounds, they be landing by the order

'019, had a Range and a Porsche