Graft Mode lyrics

[Chorus]
Going divvy, getting busy with my right hand
Three in a week, every one I took five grand
Grips cost twenty bar, dinger cost a bag of sand
Can't be getting stopped so them bizzies, they be getting rammed
I just bussed another police race
It's not a chase when you're always coming first up these ways
S trilla got the power of a three fizz
Cah the Bimmas love to spin it like DJ's

[Verse 1]
I just lost another long nose
I'm in a VIP booth, popping bottles in the same clothes
You man don't live it, you just think loads
You hear too much me and now you think that you lick grows
So stop thinking that you're on job
Try pull it out on our kid and you can get your gun robbed
You can gеt your head split or get your head jumpеd on
Chucked in a boot and sent back to where you come from
Welcome to Bradford, welcome to Bradistan
Maal screams PK, fresh from Pakistan
Hang ting's Russian but would you let that strally bang?
This workhorse American, I'm talking 'bout a Tranny van
Pattern up, call me Gary cah my side be gara
I smoked a zoot before the lick, it never made me para
Got the drop, done the job all within the hour
We put that power through your door if you got the power
I got enemies, I find 'em and cross 'em off
I done a mazza, flew Dam, hit a coffee shop
Pink Runtz, Dosidos, bad b*tch, sloppy top
Light it up, take a hit, all you hear is cough cough
Voices in my head, I hear them naughty things
My YG spinning pins for them Audi rings
I'm getting paid late night when I'm scranning things
Come to Bradford, all you see is yutes with saddle rings
I snatch boxes, not nine bars
We're in dingers, we don't drive round in hire cars
And shout out -, that's a real drive
We're in five bill cars, moggy in Golf R's
We're on the run so they're flying up the drones
But we evade and we don't take 'em to our homes
We're on a ride out, we ain't taking phones
I'm taking Sheila, get her wet then take her home
B-U-S-Y, you know we keep busy
And I'm into chasing Charlie, I don't chase Lizzy
I ain't talking cocaine, I've never been a nitty
You know I'm hated and I'm rated up and down my city
[Chorus]
Going divvy, getting busy with my right hand
Three in a week, every one I took five grand
Grips cost twenty bar, dinger cost a bag of sand
Can't be getting stopped so them bizzies, they be getting rammed
I just bussed another police race
It's not a chase when you're always coming first up these ways
S trilla got the power of a three fizz
Cah the Bimmas love to spin it like DJ's

[Verse 2]
I never felt good till I got my money up
Counting all these twenties and fifties, I got that money luck
Course we took L's, tell me who the f*ck ain't f*cking up
I get a drop and do a mazza then I run it up
I ain't into shotting, I'm more into robbing
And I love spending cah I come up from nothing
Me and my co-D like Batman and Robin
Taking out the bad guys, I pull up and I rob him
No days off, three-six-five when we make prof'
Interceptors try lurk, we don't bake off
I flick it into sport just in case I gotta take off
And I can't spend days in
I'm either robbing or plotting, I'm getting cake in
No time wasting, we be money making
Shout out our kid, he be on the same thing