Backroad lyrics

[Intro]
(Legendary made this one)

[Chorus]
I'm on a backroad lurkin'
Servin', then I'm earnin'
Clock a jack from a distance, if I see him, then I'm burnin'
Got me polly from Morocco, double up, got it workin'
I've got foreign in me blood, the whip speaks German
He's got a mask, black leathers, two slugs, long stick, no drum
One bullet to ye wig, straight kip, job done
Man down like sh*t, now the chopper's in the air
That's another brother nicked
Can't take it, bro, I'm p*ssed

[Verse 1]
And it's logic 'cause I tell them f*ck flicks
Use fists, f*ck sticks, cop cribs
But they love it like a b*tch
Heard he spent a bit money on his wrist
But he lives a f*ckin' lie 'cause his mum's livin' skint
If I spin a box of that
I make a bevvy, make a drink
Bend her over on the sink
I'm a cheeky little sh*t, repetition, I'm a prick
Yeah, I come from darks days
So the industry could never make me change me f*ckin' ways
I put a bally on me face
Nah, I've never caught a case
He said he's on the f*ckin' field, but I seen him on the bench
And I'm comin' from a place where the skinnys take your head
Send ya west, leave ya messed
Now they tell me I'm the best
Two lanes like a vest
I just say it how it is
Repetition took the p*ss
Come and take a shot at me, l can guarantee you miss
f*ck ya wish
f*ck ya b*tch
f*ck ya snitch
Late night, take a risk in the car, took a trip
[Chorus]
I'm on a backroad lurkin'
Servin', then I'm earnin'
Clock a jack from a distance, if I see him, then I'm burnin'
Got me polly from Morocco, double up, got it workin'
I've got foreign in me blood, the whip speaks German
He's got a mask, black leathers, two slugs, long stick, no drum
One bullet to ye wig, straight kip, job done
Man down like sh*t, now the chopper's in the air
That's another brother nicked
Can't take it, bro, I'm p*ssed

[Verse 2]
Let me teach ya Scouse slang real quick
First off, it's a back or a bullet
If she's got, then a hit
If he's hit him in his head, then he's hit him in his wig
And speakin' of wigs, that's the Charlie and the pips
We don't call it a glide like we call it a mish
And a mission in the whip can mean a couple of things
He's either takin' a trip or he's seein' a b*tch
Could be rollin' to a lick or he's rollin' with bits
If he's takin' a rag, it's a sticky little sitch
And a rag means a stop
If the drug ain't plugged, then it's chillin' on his balls
But it's safer to slug 'cause they plod 'round here like they don't give a f*ck
'Cause they'll grab ya, hit ya, mufty ya up
So the weed's gettin' stashed, no buds gettin' took
Why I'm smoking on Paddy, packs certiest buds
Used to love a 'Dam haze, but now it's nothin' but kush
[Chorus]
I'm on a backroad lurkin'
Servin', then I'm earnin'
Clock a jack from a distance, if I see him, then I'm burnin'
Got me polly from Morocco, double up, got it workin'
I've got foreign in me blood, the whip speaks German
He's got a mask, black leathers, two slugs, long stick, no drum
One bullet to ye wig, straight kip, job done (Legendary made this one)
Man down like sh*t, now the chopper's in the air
That's another brother nicked
Can't take it, bro, I'm p*ssed