Pay Less - Bouncer, DigDat, Swift

Traphouse, sent young boy, pay less

Told him, «make sure you bring back latex»

Tryna chop these pebs and weigh them

Then trap still, no time for a day rest

Do deals like six for five O

Still make it flip on my line phone

Not tryna see jakes do stop checks

S in the ride, two bladed objects

Got my gang in institution

Feds say we’re banned from Lewisham

Still can’t match these fibres

Hands in my glove, no DNA

Don’t slip, get pitched

Don’t get caught out when you’re eatin' with bae

Brick phone, call out the opps

Like, tryna play them, not GTA

Caught a AM, not GBH

And we can’t let you run in the rave

Them DJ’s can’t let your CD play

If she holds this trey

Then she can be bae

Back then, we did it on zips

With kits, typhoon and DNA

Man get bands with bandits

Ugly, money made me handsome

Peng gyal looking all catfish

I bet she wanna come to the mansion

Do it like cuz', that’s trapfit

Get that, stretch that pack, that’s elastic

I put packs in cling

Same way I did it in plastic

Them man don’t want smoke

Them man don’t want static

See that prick, jumped out the whip

I did it like the Kiki challenge

In the trap with fish, doing a dish

That’s not salmon

Do road with gangdem

I don’t roll with randoms

Smellin' like Dolce, came in Fendi

Didn’t get poked, then my blade was bendy

That day I had a blicky on man

Leng ting with me want a man

But really got a man, now she might get caught

Off-White on my back when I walk

But she say I’m too hood, don’t like how I talk

Rise and grind

With a uck face so she rise and shine

Peng gyal said she wan' Swift

That’s what she thinks, I’ll ruin her life

Man said he wants a brick

He can’t even move a nine

How long have I been on my grind?

I do maths at the time, I just add and divide