"Loyal" lyrics
RV & Headie One Lyrics
(feat. Kash, Lowkey, Bradz & Tuggzy)
[RV:]
Me and that prick was cool
We used to kick bull and vapors
Last time that I got around there tryna grab the yute, and make papers
Do road with my shank on me or I keep my strap parked off at neighbours
No space for the swam on my waist cos my D-Squared jeans come tapered
My whole team loyal, no traitors dishing out food like we're waiters
All of my fiends getting catered
Ten-ten length we got flavours
More than half my team been jailed that's all for drillers and papers
Teeth go straight in the clip
Ain't no need for retainers
Broadwater Farm went famous
Designer from head to the trainers niggas be talking that wass til they get splashed don't be courageous
Don't add Ks no way
Get blazed in the face no Shamus
Most drillers in north OFB weeks taking that status
[Kash:]
Got the drop from bitch that's dirty hate the opp block go clean it (go clean that up!)
Skrr round there with the broom trident know that I ain't gone come, come sweep it
Back out the rrr boom-baow cos I'm tryna crash corn at these eediats (boom-baow!)
OFB to the world and back got beef with the whole of the rejects (dickhead!)
Smearz stepped in with the fat stack I ain't gonna lie I was like 'WOAH'
Young nigga trapping in the hood tryna stack real hard til my stacks all grow (stack that up!)
Talkin bout stepped in the room me and Braddix travelling all both like 'WOAH'
Scream 'OFB K' til we get round dere got things on things and we go!
[Lowkey:]
Best run we step on street (Baow-Baow!)
Ride for long when we dark up bait none of dem boy can't talk to we
Machine part when their boy decease (bang, bang, bang!)
Flick-shank woosh on their blood on lake (bullet!)
Done with the talk because talk is cheap (bullet, bullet!)
Maybe be back because smoke my trace
None of them bad dem boy just some neeks
Money I make so we prepare for days
Why them girls can be step did fake
Strappin dem bout cos dem boy are kway
Bullet hot like this sauna break
[Bradz:]
Shout out to Cardi I got Bad B (Grrrh!)
And the brodie come leng call it Kylie your packs just looking like Miley (dead up!)
I'm doing up trips again from cunch back endz needing a fix be there in a bit
You know that the kats stay kitting
Cos all that work won't enough next relo gotta be twinning
That's a hashtag winning ain't worked on his abs but hit him in his back that's hashtag spilling
Half Ms with pen but to make a hashtag killing wave your hand and flex that's hashtag leaning
Backroad skrring man's lurking four man in a dinger no German
Blacked off bells golden like guavas
They ain't got sweets but ain't nuttin be burnin
[Headie One:]
I told Zee that we gotta do a five this week
And I'm piss that we didn't meet that target
My bro doing 90 on a M-way scales in the glove compartment
I thank the lord that I beat these charges
Instead, I'm quieting in the good market
And that's me and Fred going shopping
And we don't need trolleys and baskets
Tell my young boys when he sees those opps get chinging
Don't you dare walk right past him
And when you get back to the block come and tell me which one run fastest
Still ching man's head back having new local barber
17 in this cunch trid I don't need body armour
[Tuggzy:]
I just got the drop dere's a opp OFB step with the broom (OFB!)
Young days mum try and take man on Church Road but into Skrapz like boom
Now it's Nines You Can't Blame Me One Foots In I'm a marksman
Done years for violence I still get busy I'm breaching my license (I'm breaching!)
Dodging sirens little bros just done a drilling fuck trident (Fuck trident!)
Rolling in the ringer having man dashing his designers
Check the scoreboard like hates in my d's put your gs in the news (Pussies!)
They scream like season I burst man skin my Louis
[RV:]
My whole team loyal, no traitors dishing out food like we're waiters
All of my fiends getting catered
Ten-ten length we got flavours
More than half my team been jailed that's all for drillers and papers (drilling)
Teeth go straight in the clip
Ain't no need for retainers (no need)
Broadwater Farm went famous
Designer from head to the trainers niggas be talking that wass til they get splashed don't be courageous
Don't add Ks no way (don't do it)
Get blazed in the face no Shamus
Most drillers in north OFB weeks taking that status
Me and that prick was cool
We used to kick bull and vapors
Last time that I got around there tryna grab the yute, and make papers
Do road with my shank on me or I keep my strap parked off at neighbours
No space for the swam on my waist cos my D-Squared jeans come tapered
My whole team loyal, no traitors dishing out food like we're waiters
All of my fiends getting catered
Ten-ten length we got flavours
More than half my team been jailed that's all for drillers and papers
Teeth go straight in the clip
Ain't no need for retainers
Broadwater Farm went famous
Designer from head to the trainers niggas be talking that wass til they get splashed don't be courageous
Don't add Ks no way
Get blazed in the face no Shamus
Most drillers in north OFB weeks taking that status
[Kash:]
Got the drop from bitch that's dirty hate the opp block go clean it (go clean that up!)
Skrr round there with the broom trident know that I ain't gone come, come sweep it
Back out the rrr boom-baow cos I'm tryna crash corn at these eediats (boom-baow!)
OFB to the world and back got beef with the whole of the rejects (dickhead!)
Smearz stepped in with the fat stack I ain't gonna lie I was like 'WOAH'
Young nigga trapping in the hood tryna stack real hard til my stacks all grow (stack that up!)
Talkin bout stepped in the room me and Braddix travelling all both like 'WOAH'
Scream 'OFB K' til we get round dere got things on things and we go!
[Lowkey:]
Best run we step on street (Baow-Baow!)
Ride for long when we dark up bait none of dem boy can't talk to we
Machine part when their boy decease (bang, bang, bang!)
Flick-shank woosh on their blood on lake (bullet!)
Done with the talk because talk is cheap (bullet, bullet!)
Maybe be back because smoke my trace
None of them bad dem boy just some neeks
Money I make so we prepare for days
Why them girls can be step did fake
Strappin dem bout cos dem boy are kway
Bullet hot like this sauna break
[Bradz:]
Shout out to Cardi I got Bad B (Grrrh!)
And the brodie come leng call it Kylie your packs just looking like Miley (dead up!)
I'm doing up trips again from cunch back endz needing a fix be there in a bit
You know that the kats stay kitting
Cos all that work won't enough next relo gotta be twinning
That's a hashtag winning ain't worked on his abs but hit him in his back that's hashtag spilling
Half Ms with pen but to make a hashtag killing wave your hand and flex that's hashtag leaning
Backroad skrring man's lurking four man in a dinger no German
Blacked off bells golden like guavas
They ain't got sweets but ain't nuttin be burnin
[Headie One:]
I told Zee that we gotta do a five this week
And I'm piss that we didn't meet that target
My bro doing 90 on a M-way scales in the glove compartment
I thank the lord that I beat these charges
Instead, I'm quieting in the good market
And that's me and Fred going shopping
And we don't need trolleys and baskets
Tell my young boys when he sees those opps get chinging
Don't you dare walk right past him
And when you get back to the block come and tell me which one run fastest
Still ching man's head back having new local barber
17 in this cunch trid I don't need body armour
[Tuggzy:]
I just got the drop dere's a opp OFB step with the broom (OFB!)
Young days mum try and take man on Church Road but into Skrapz like boom
Now it's Nines You Can't Blame Me One Foots In I'm a marksman
Done years for violence I still get busy I'm breaching my license (I'm breaching!)
Dodging sirens little bros just done a drilling fuck trident (Fuck trident!)
Rolling in the ringer having man dashing his designers
Check the scoreboard like hates in my d's put your gs in the news (Pussies!)
They scream like season I burst man skin my Louis
[RV:]
My whole team loyal, no traitors dishing out food like we're waiters
All of my fiends getting catered
Ten-ten length we got flavours
More than half my team been jailed that's all for drillers and papers (drilling)
Teeth go straight in the clip
Ain't no need for retainers (no need)
Broadwater Farm went famous
Designer from head to the trainers niggas be talking that wass til they get splashed don't be courageous
Don't add Ks no way (don't do it)
Get blazed in the face no Shamus
Most drillers in north OFB weeks taking that status
