Blackburn and Bradford boys

Take me away Pulling up in a seat Ibiza Looking for kent I'm here to beat ya JD in the driver's seat Going sick on the bend I'm sick on the beat And the birds out wanna play me on repeat Come suck my dick and then I'll retreat You said that you love me and met me once I went straight for dessert So I skipped the lunch Spin a quick verse I'm a lyric machine Know me and the team are running the streets And when I drop bars go sick on the bеat Go sick on the rhythm I'm bringing the heat I know that I flow thе best I got random birds that'll show their breasts And then when I go sick there'll be no contest No Fortnite ting but I open the chest Rip up the mic and I'm back again And I'm on the back wheel of a KTM Me and the boys were going grafting And were all blacked out creeping through your ken I seen a key for a rs3 me and the boys we scranned it easy Put my foot to the floor we were gone Not coming back Tread the roads like a F1 track With the west roy boys and we'll do it like Check that get back Ripping on the mic and I'm sounding fat check that "check that" Bd18 to the bd10 if I see a nice car imma pree that ken I'm chilling on sandorm drive Oh wait I'm chilling on west roy drive Out tonight and we're raiding kens And were taking cars like Mercedes-Benz And I'm going sideways at five lennes And I'm hitting 80 round every bend High powered kissing my arse end Put my belt on and I try to blend And then the blues come on and I begin to send This police chase yeah it's about to end And I swerve a car then I swerve a bus and then I take the corner like garna mush Check d's on the mic and my bars are flush Check d's on the mic and my bars are flushI'm a kick back they got a spliff rapped up if they send shot imma hit back Cos I never risk that and now I've gotta move to choose Do it by some ears or an ounce of blues Either way jump in the whip blast tunes MC Then cruise cause that's how we do It's the Bradford crew I don't fight that much so I fuck that shit But if you send jabs I will duck that shit Me and pure bangers and I cook that shit Any come for the scrap got bannged or shitSpeedos gone past the last number But you're wanting beef I've come to confront you You might catch me on a PCX I've been writing bars ima heat the decks And then I wanna go sick on the beat and repeat And I'm down for the beef When I fight on the street You know me and the 4 pitch gang Linking a west roy gang Make that bang "Make that bang" On a house 5 I'm back on the track Leave your man us blackburn lads do it better I’m chilling on willis rd o wait I’m chilling on Ewood park