[Intro]
Yeah, some rap [bad word] for you man
Got my Ciroc, yeah got my [bad word] Religion jeans and a matching jacket
And my Gucci scarf...
(haha [bad word] slags)
Oh [bad word] that!

[Verse 1: Cas]
To keep all of my [bad word] organised
I gotta keep three lines
Just to keep track of my felines
They're on the rocks like sea lions
And a score five for three lines
If you like kuf, bring mine
The way I mix up the dub
I should be getting rewinds
In T. gotta be streetwise
Yeah it's [bad word] deals and street crimes
I could double up, three times
Before they even turn on the street lights
I'm on this ting so hard
More time I don't sleep nights
I just serve the soft and the hard
So me and mumsy can eat nice
I pick up for a cheap price
Distribute for a neat price
Move a brick, really quick
Try and avoid the police lights
They put my rock in their peace pipes
I get them high like cheap flights
Yeah, I serve the fiends right
The white [bad word] their jaws up so they can't speak right
Clientele from the Isle of Dogs
All the way to the Isle of White
Bought my whip with these rocks
And that's why I love white
Nah, I don't smoke it
Might sniff it
Seen what it does to a cat it's horrific
Still, business is terrific

[Hook]
(I [bad word] )
From the Metropolitan police
Cause they know that
(I [bad word] )
Bare card scams and AC's for like a week
(I [bad word] )
With the same wraps in my cheek
But I think they've started to leak
Cause I'm slurring words when I speak

I I I I'm slurring words when I speak
(I'm slurring, I'm slurring)
(I I I I'm slurring, I'm slurring)
(I'm slurring, I'm slurring)
I I I I'm slurring words when I speak
I'm slurring words when I speak
(I'm I'm I'm I'm)

[Verse 2: Cas]
Yeah I'm quite a skinny brer
I ain't got a lot weight on me
Crackhouse you might see me there
Just know say I got a bit of weight on me
And my food's so peng
The cat's just sit there and wait for me
Some man get jealous and
Try and set their whole estate on me
And now they want beef [bad word] to my house and put the weight on me
The four pound, the tre' eight
Say there's no need to debate on me
I say it blatantly
I don't care if certain man wanna hate on me
I'm cool as long as the cats keep rating me
And keep paying me
My fiends won't think of playing me
If I'm not paid in full it's a trip to the A&And they know that, so they always make the P
I'm head chef at the bakery
Secret recipe, no contesting me
Hot water, baking soda
Cocaine's best accessories

[Hook]

[Outro]
Oi Nutty, you're nutty for this one man!
Nutty P
Yeah, yeah, it's Cas
Me again, always here
Yeah
Hey
(whatever the [bad word] he said)