Banger Riddim lyrics

[Intro]
Banger Riddim
Sho, Sho
Boomblast (Boomblast x3)
Universe (Universe x3)
GAS rider ('der, 'der)
The Barracks Studio
Banger Riddim

[Verse 1: Sho Shallow]
Semi, touch his wig, I'ma lick it off
Blow dryer on my hips, because these n*ggas washed (wet x3)
Nank him in his neck, bet that n*ggas soft (soft)
I heard they took you for a prick, and your n*ggas watched
Fam when its beef, all my n*ggas c*ck
I treat my nitties like dogs they be sniffing rocks
I be on the Gullyside in them yellow blocks (A-Town)
And if your head's floating, I'ma hit your box
I'm anti-social, I don't speak to cops
And any other white man, in a suited top
f*ck a night-time you can get it broad-day (yes)
f*ck a knife-fight I ain't here to cut steak (no)
f*ck a rebore, I ain't into fools-play (no)
I heard-say that fat yute is eating more cake
I roll up, face down like a court case
I call out over and get your face baked
[Chorus]
I'm on the (Banger Riddim)
Shooting Star's on the (Banger Riddim)
YT's on the (Banger Riddim)
Illy Shallow out 'ere on the (Banger Riddim)

[Verse 2: John Wayne]
I started with a 380 (80 x3)
Switched it up, now I'm strapped with a Luger lady (yes x3)
f*ck the whistle on the top of the gun, wan beat her baitly (bah)
John Wayne darg moving over-crazy (yes)
When I beat the lady I ain't talking bout no bloody female (nah)
Got shells for the stick (yes), no bloody seashells (no)
Send a prick a hot slug, nothing like an e-mail (wooh)
The Luger lady's there now so its getting peak now (wow x3)
While back on the heat now, your up on your feet now
Skeng hit off the wall, and catch him on the rebound (bang)
Only rolling with crudstars no bloody weak clowns (nah)
When I clap on the trey-pound at you gay-clowns (la la la la)
Spin round the block, couple times, with the heat wow
So now, I can roll darg, lick a faggot down
Got the banger out, banger out, I'm the hardest out
Gullyside, illyside darg, lick a Pecky down. (la la la la)

[Chorus]
I'm on the (Banger Riddim)
Shooting Star's on the (Banger Riddim)
YT's on the (Banger Riddim)
Illy Shallow out 'ere on the (Banger Riddim)
[Verse 3: Young Troopz]
Think your hard, get your clart blast
See me roll up, with a ting, in a smart car (yah dunkno)
Jumping up and down, have a last laugh
Think your hard jumping up and down in the car park? (ya di*khead)
Yeah I see the violence when I buss the lead (lead)
Yeah I hate the sirens so f*ck the fedz (f*ck 'em)
I ain't into this hood-life of the f*cking rep
Yeah they got the Trident on my f*cking set (f*ck feds)
Bad man on a banger riddim
Any disrespect, guarantee put the cannon in him (boom, boom, boom)
Flood the ammunition and I slap it at your gang for snitching
Yeah my hands are itching heat him up, put the dragon in him
Put him in the air, Aladdin with him when I bang the Smith-N
I ain't inna bullsh*t when I bang the di*khead (di*khead, di*khead, di*khead)
Ya dunkno
Its Peak

[Chorus]
I'm on the (Banger Riddim)
Shooting Star's on the (Banger Riddim)
YT's on the (Banger Riddim)
Illy Shallow out 'ere on the (Banger Riddim)
The Barracks Studios