"Red Bull Raise The Bar" lyrics
(feat. K-Trap, Youngs Teflon, M'Way & Monkey)
[Monkey:]
The plug sent them in a Vito, the bricks came chauffeur driven
Yo, yo, when I was young, never had no vision
I took risks, I was juggling packs, but them packs there sent me prison
I was on the M-way, whizzing, money haffi mek, yeah, I had one missing
Three boxes out, no Dillian, they want racks, I know the feeling
I grew up in council flats, on a day-to-day, I seen bare drug dealing
I stepped with a three-two, I stepped with a MAC and a fours
Trust me, them days were chilling
Had to get off my arse and trap
I had to make a name for myself like Simmons
[K-Trap:]
PPK with a whistle, I felt like 007
When it got taken, I felt like Liam Neeson
When wasn't I strapped, I had it back then and recent
Revolver from overseas, it's gotta come in in pieces
The wood on this handle, I coulda got a splinter if I weren't careful
New one I got from Insta, know when I link her, gotta be careful
Three-eight wrapped in a black towel, but I ran outta bine
I wish I could run into Max Ammo, ayy
I rock this Louis and Rick together, Louis and stick together
Goyard bag with the leather, and it's only for this Beretta
I got a chauffeur opening doors
He don't know, if they try me now, I'ma get out and open the fours
[M'Way:]
Let's go, these packs en route right now, they ready
Twenties on twenties on twenties, no debit
I got a soft four-fours, he flown it from Leicester
My driver, he on the way, just text, "Yeah yeah", when he get here
If you wanna cop suttin, hit me on FaceTime, don't iMessage
Street smart, I'm moving discreet, the boss know me in the restaurant
I'm antisocial, you's tryna make some P, we can get on
I got some old lines put down, if you want, you can rent one
I'm changing my phone like every two weeks, I'm dodging a seven
I'm dodging a Culli, I'm sending my cat to buy me some credit
Can't call you a trapper, you turn on your phone at half eleven
I let my cell get four for three cah he said he want twenty
[Youngs Teflon:]
Stupid P, we be getting stupid P
No suitcase, went to the airport, then we cashed out in duty-free
Ayy, grown man ting, had the pole in my suit and sleaze
Went to the Gala, we ain't on a rah-rah so we bought two XD's
Ayy, got the heart of a lion, I ain't no fashion dread
Baking man, tryna tump up dough, yeah, I stay mashing bread
They were just catching lead
Spent all night just running through snow, came home with ashy legs
Put a yute on a train, man was hitting sales in Ashford
My young boy just came off of the wing, now he up top like Rashford
Talking bines but they ain't got any, hill to hill, got plenty
Deep in the field with a HK semi, I did miles, Lewis-Skelly
[Blade Brown:]
With my LA ting in the G63 and she's smoking Backwoods
How you niggas get money from rap
Start rapping 'bout trapping, you niggas all backwards
BXB, DXB, that's paid all over the atlas
Take 'em back to the T land days, that's light and dark all over the mattress
And I cannot listen to liars, import a brick under fire
Hiding the brick in a tyre, I'm jugging, I might spend a brick on attire
Little joint in the telly, she bad and she know it
She's gone off the Molly and Moet
I run up the bands and I blow it, and show it, they hate to admit it but -
Said her man's cheap
I might fuck around, give her man grief, buy her Van Cleef
It's an old wap, it's an antique, but still throws stones, make a man leap
Real plug make a gang eat, Louis Air Ones on my damn feet
One-fifty on the M-way, playing Last Whip in that damn Jeep
The plug sent them in a Vito, the bricks came chauffeur driven
Yo, yo, when I was young, never had no vision
I took risks, I was juggling packs, but them packs there sent me prison
I was on the M-way, whizzing, money haffi mek, yeah, I had one missing
Three boxes out, no Dillian, they want racks, I know the feeling
I grew up in council flats, on a day-to-day, I seen bare drug dealing
I stepped with a three-two, I stepped with a MAC and a fours
Trust me, them days were chilling
Had to get off my arse and trap
I had to make a name for myself like Simmons
[K-Trap:]
PPK with a whistle, I felt like 007
When it got taken, I felt like Liam Neeson
When wasn't I strapped, I had it back then and recent
Revolver from overseas, it's gotta come in in pieces
The wood on this handle, I coulda got a splinter if I weren't careful
New one I got from Insta, know when I link her, gotta be careful
Three-eight wrapped in a black towel, but I ran outta bine
I wish I could run into Max Ammo, ayy
I rock this Louis and Rick together, Louis and stick together
Goyard bag with the leather, and it's only for this Beretta
I got a chauffeur opening doors
He don't know, if they try me now, I'ma get out and open the fours
[M'Way:]
Let's go, these packs en route right now, they ready
Twenties on twenties on twenties, no debit
I got a soft four-fours, he flown it from Leicester
My driver, he on the way, just text, "Yeah yeah", when he get here
If you wanna cop suttin, hit me on FaceTime, don't iMessage
Street smart, I'm moving discreet, the boss know me in the restaurant
I'm antisocial, you's tryna make some P, we can get on
I got some old lines put down, if you want, you can rent one
I'm changing my phone like every two weeks, I'm dodging a seven
I'm dodging a Culli, I'm sending my cat to buy me some credit
Can't call you a trapper, you turn on your phone at half eleven
I let my cell get four for three cah he said he want twenty
[Youngs Teflon:]
Stupid P, we be getting stupid P
No suitcase, went to the airport, then we cashed out in duty-free
Ayy, grown man ting, had the pole in my suit and sleaze
Went to the Gala, we ain't on a rah-rah so we bought two XD's
Ayy, got the heart of a lion, I ain't no fashion dread
Baking man, tryna tump up dough, yeah, I stay mashing bread
They were just catching lead
Spent all night just running through snow, came home with ashy legs
Put a yute on a train, man was hitting sales in Ashford
My young boy just came off of the wing, now he up top like Rashford
Talking bines but they ain't got any, hill to hill, got plenty
Deep in the field with a HK semi, I did miles, Lewis-Skelly
[Blade Brown:]
With my LA ting in the G63 and she's smoking Backwoods
How you niggas get money from rap
Start rapping 'bout trapping, you niggas all backwards
BXB, DXB, that's paid all over the atlas
Take 'em back to the T land days, that's light and dark all over the mattress
And I cannot listen to liars, import a brick under fire
Hiding the brick in a tyre, I'm jugging, I might spend a brick on attire
Little joint in the telly, she bad and she know it
She's gone off the Molly and Moet
I run up the bands and I blow it, and show it, they hate to admit it but -
Said her man's cheap
I might fuck around, give her man grief, buy her Van Cleef
It's an old wap, it's an antique, but still throws stones, make a man leap
Real plug make a gang eat, Louis Air Ones on my damn feet
One-fifty on the M-way, playing Last Whip in that damn Jeep
