[Intro] Sykes, Sykes [Chorus: Headie One] Top floor penthouse I reminisce just once in a while Q and Q for free Everybody getting high when I come to the town I was locked down down South Had t'ugs tryna tell me ’come to the mount' Had a couple months 'til I’m out [Verse 1: Headie One] Just three months later, had a nine in that presser And it come straight out that blender I was out 'ere playin' catch up Cah I know that my timin' is precious How many times did I do that fast lane? Reach that junction, take that exit? It could've been wrap when I throw this twenty But it got spent on a sawn off Trenton Get yourself caught on the lack No one can't save him You're gonna see a doctor, who? David Tennant Four long kickin' Swear down this one here ain’t from Tekken Caught me a suttin’ and it got left leakin' I done it just like my pendant This black blade, that’s my best friend, that's my best friend And all the fiends know about the bando, that's their entrance Face-to-face with judge But I'm thinkin’ no way that that's my sentence Do it for bro cah he do it for me That's my bredrin [Chorus: Headie One] Top floor penthouse I reminisce just once in a while Q and Q for free Everybody getting high when I come to the town I was locked down down South Had t'ugs tryna tell me 'come to the mount' Had a couple months 'til I'm out [Verse 2: Bandokay] Bro got a couple months 'til he's out No doubt, Bando, man do it and bounce This Bad B's comin' qway from South Said she loves Bando and SJ, that's clout Jump out, creep up like a mouse But bro's too fast, he wan' scream and shout Bring smoke to the dance, go bow Have mouth and watch me back it from my pouch Ouch, smoke on me, I got it My bro got it too but he's high off loud If I pull up, don't be in the crowd Bandokay, bad yute from a child The opp boys know gang go wild And my fam telling me that I make them proud Year 9, school times, weren't allowed I would've have my Rambo like man does now This sweet one wants Nandos now On my line said she wants to take Bando out I ain't leavin' the bando now Trap boy, Bando, I'm a bando child Swing that, got my Rambo out Put a hand on Mango, man take him out Man break it down, man chase him down And pray that he don't make it out [Chorus: Headie One] Top floor penthouse I reminisce just once in a while Q and Q for free Everybody getting high when I come to the town I was locked down down South Had t'ugs tryna tell me 'come to the mount' Had a couple months 'til I'm out [Verse 3: Double Lz] Free SJ, pray he beats his trial I swear I got beef with the Mali's Cah they're tryna take over the town Spin-ting spins like a merry-go-round This brown skin brucks her back, she's from South Two got shh in a week, like, how? Normal procedure, load that beater Creep up then you hear click-clack-bow Double Lz, I'm classed as bad You can get chinged out your DSquared pants SJ, my bro, my fam I swear I can't wait 'til my broski lands You don't want us to get this call We're doing our duties in Transit vans I was on them sides when my guys decamped Jump out, shing-shaow, or you might get slapped Smoke in the ride, man got it and my bro got it too But he's high off the pack Do it and dash, and pray I get back Can't call no cab cah he's smarter than that Phones at home, we don't do it for Snap Free Boogie B, he got caught on the cam Go and ask opps how they dislike man I'll tell you for a fact that I'm know as a sav' [Chorus: Headie One] Top floor penthouse I reminisce just once in a while Q and Q for free Everybody getting high when I come to the town I was locked down down South Had t'ugs tryna tell me 'come to the mount' Had a couple months 'til I'm out [Verse 4: SJ] Ay, all eyes on me, all eyes on bro Sweet one on me, she's winnin' She don't know that my Rambo's twinnin' Man stepped in the rave, smoked up and drillin' Free Boogie B, he got bagged for a killin' We're drillers and the opp boys keep on singin' I'm in love with spinners, shotgun and swingers Right back tryna boot these wingers Smoke in the ride, man got it and my bro got it too But he's high off fumes If I slap off this pocket rocket You won't hesitate to go hide in groups Man lean and shoot Bro off this roof, create a movie in the 2's Ay, spin this coupe, bro, paigon, shoot Slap man then head straight to the booth SJ, I'm anti, I don't fuck with socials Ching my man in his throat He's singin' all shit, he ain't got no vocals OFB, we ain't got no totals Scorin' and scorin', and scoreboard's hopeful OFB's tryna make it global Cock it, jump out and watch bro-bro smoke you No Snapchat, we don't do it for socials [Chorus: Headie One] Top floor penthouse I reminisce just once in a while Q and Q for free Everybody getting high when I come to the town I was locked down down South Had t'ugs tryna tell me 'come to the mount' Had a couple months 'til I'm out