"Top Gangsters" lyrics

I roll with north, south, east, west, outta London (gangsters)
UK-USA drug smuggling
Violators that will leave the gun bussing (gangsters)
That's who I roll with, if you're wicked say something (gangsters)
I roll with north, south, east, west, outta London (gangsters)
UK-USA drug smuggling (gangsters)
Violators that will leave the gun bussing (gangsters)
That's who I roll with, if you're wicked say something
I roll with north, south, east, west, outta London (gangsters)
UK-USA drug smuggling (gangsters)
Violators that will leave the gun bussing (gangsters)
That's who I roll with, if you're wicked say something

Does it look like I'm laughing?
I can't take jokes
Everybody in the game better take notes
No more games
I've got the gun tucked inside my waistcoat
I'm not bussing a waste yo
I've been smuggling coke in a banana boat
I was gone for a while, the scene is a joke
I'm never gonna hang up my coat
I'm on the mic, girls move their hips
Went to me and they're taking pics
I'm in the box, making hits
Spilling blood on the road like Crips
I'm in your head like nits
Flew overseas and shit
Swallowing coke, deep in the shits
Come holler at me if you're lock in some bits

Number one agent like the Double 0
I've got a gutter flow
Fuck no, never soft like Haribos
I move, carry loads
In the rain, sleet, and the snow, for your nose
Spit May heat, burn up your rubber soles
Just maybe, the next one to hit the roads
With an album, mix CD, or suttin'
I've got my cash, right, let's get it on and popping
Phone lines always poppin' I'm dottin'
Kick back off the robbing
Everybody's locked in
To my new step, always in the new creps
Big TEC, get hit, dropped like T.Rex
I didn't say I was the best
But the best couldn't come and push me off of these steps
Fuck them, they couldn't come and tred on these creps
Me and my gang we tend to get respect

I roll with north, south, east, west, outta London (gangsters)
UK-USA drug smuggling (gangsters)
Violators that will leave the gun bussing (gangsters)
That's who I roll with, if you're wicked say something
I roll with north, south, east, west, outta London (gangsters)
UK-USA drug smuggling (gangsters)
Violators that will leave the gun bussing (gangsters)
That's who I roll with, if you're wicked say something

I'm gonna fuck the music game
They're back throwing shots at me
I bet you're pissed that you're not me
Music's not free
So I gotta stay on the grind
But I stopped doing robberies
I fuck a mixtape to a pop beat
I see the duns but I just stay lowkey
I tried to sneak in the game
But I'm so sick that Wiley and D.Ro clocked me
If the bar's shit then that's not me
Fuck half-hearted, I'll do it properly
So when labels hit me
They ain't gonna wanna sign me, they're gonna wanna adopt me
'Cause I spit the truth in my new bars
Yeah, ask them guys I'm a new star
I said I'll do roads and music at the same time
But I tried it and it's too hard

Fuck mob, this is London's worst nightmare
And I rep the networks when I'm here
These dots leave the beat on target
Everyone's finished when I flood the market
Like when it's an army strike
Niggas couldn't ride the wave G
9 to 5 work, just modern-day slavery
Fuck looking to the sky waiting for suttin' to save me
I'ma keep it moving just like R.O
Master my technique style and flow
By any means I'm out to make that dough
Click clack
Me and my niggas make the pack
They hit me, I hit back
Straight like that
Got love for my peeps, whether they're white or black
Put my life down for my boy, them a warrior
Die for the cause, don't live a warrior

I roll with north, south, east, west, outta London (gangsters)
UK-USA drug smuggling (gangsters)
Violators that will leave the gun bussing (gangsters)
That's who I roll with, if you're wicked say something
I roll with north, south, east, west, outta London (gangsters)
UK-USA drug smuggling (gangsters)
Violators that will leave the gun bussing (gangsters)
That's who I roll with, if you're wicked say something

If I'm out hustling on the roads
You'll already know that I'm out for your gold
By another man I ain't about to be told what to do
If I burst it, I have to reload
Fist fighting's actually old
Nowadays you click-clack and rapidly blow
I'm so sick that if I jack your flow
It'll sound 10 times better than the original
On the road, one of you are actually slow
Those cats you bited Jamakabi's flow
My bars are like tumors they naturally grow
I shine like no other, I naturally glow
I'm in a small town in mask and in cloak
I don't wanna take your post, that's actually cold
But play to win like Ashley Cole
I've got a wife but I'm actually home

I'm a money man like Esco Big Bars
Grinding more than the music stars
Now to move quarters and halves
Stash you in a big trunk under the bath
Don't be stupid, that's not in my yard
Man are badman, roll straps for a charge
See your bredrin creeping, he's getting charged
Roll with dangerous guys, beat me up that's a problem
Only down to take next guy's life
Me personally, I want to do music
But I'm not Dizzee, so I'm gonna grind for the extra Ps
Wait for one of the labels to sign me
Hold tight one guy just found me
But he don't know how to approach me
Because there's too much bashment around me