[Chorus: Sava]
TPL, Haringey Borough
Bro got beef round there, one hunna
All blacked out tryna bring back summer, no Olympics but they run like Farah
If I shoot won’t miss like Salah
I get up close, gotta back this cutter
Where’re you from little man? Don’t stutter
Who or where? Let me ching that fucker
TPL, Haringey Borough
Bro got beef round there, one hunna
All blacked out tryna bring back summer, no Olympics but they run like Farah
If I shoot won’t miss like Salah
I get up close, gotta back this cutter
Where’re you from little man? Don’t stutter
Who or where? Let mе ching that fucker

[Verse 1: BM]
Been through her, her and hеr, her and her
When they ask me, I don’t know about her
Never lacking got it on me like durr
Pop that smoke that’s coyote first
See a pagan and paint reverse
Hop in that gear, line’s been rehearsed
Don’t think twice, [?]
Be on time cah the clock is ticking, no tik tok when the gang is gripping
Demon time when the opps go missing, hold up
Who’s dissing? It can’t be them cah the score tells different
She gets on her knees so she can’t get kisses
She a bad B, I can’t call her missus
Been through stainless steel like bitches

[Verse 2: Mini]
We spend 5s so the opps can’t face it
He got soaked, now he’s dehydrated
Bro got the drop so he held that shaving
Pass me the mop, gotta clean these pavements
Pour me a cup, might drink on occasion
Just got a phone call, bro still hopeful, free AR, got him down in the station
On social and my opps get vocal, they test me till I lose my patience
Bulletproof vest might save him
Go see how their whole block’s vacant, streets too cold so they take vacations
I’ll crash this car at a pagan, skengs get bust when his life gets taken
God knows if they’re writing statements, can’t be us, we stay far from bacon

[Verse 3: Sava]
Pop that door, take that crow and move that shit for the low
I’m on the **** block, can’t find me a soul, we circle the **** like G.I Joe
Me and bruce put on a show, find me one then I rise this pole
Done me a drill, now I gotta lay low
If I back my ramz, he’ll leave his bro
On the roads when beef’s intense
Hence why I can’t sit on the fence
I’m looking at bro like it don’t make sense
Score me an opp, I ain’t wearing no lens
Ride to the **** with a stick, no pool
How you jumping on tracks? What a fucking fool
Shit ain’t cool if I back this tool, can’t fuck with the opps, that’s a basic rule

[Chorus: Sava]
TPL, Haringey Borough
Bro got beef round there, one hunna
All blacked out tryna bring back summer, no Olympics but they run like Farah
If I shoot won’t miss like Salah
I get up close, gotta back this cutter
Where’re you from little man? Don’t stutter
Who or where? Let me ching that fucker

[Verse 4: BM]
She wants to go T with G that’s I, sorry baby maybe another time
I’m with five guys, we don’t let shit slide
Be Bonnie and Clyde and still get fried
The pressure applied, so the opps don’t ride
Got the drop on an opp like a dirty cop
Up in the field like Berbatov
Still got beef and earning gwop

[Verse 5: Mini]
Take man’s rib leave him walking
I’m a real bad man in the field like Lampard
Sock in his mouth, no talking
Get hit and they ain’t respawning
Don’t slip cah your life’s important
Ask my man how his life got tortured
No players and they ain’t been scoring
You ain’t a bad boy, your chance got boring

[Chorus: Sava]
TPL, Haringey Borough
Bro got beef round there, one hunna
All blacked out tryna bring back summer, no Olympics but they run like Farah
If I shoot won’t miss like Salah
I get up close, gotta back this cutter
Where’re you from little man? Don’t stutter
Who or where? Let me ching that fucker

Fumez The Engineer
DT5 on the beat
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