Lyrics Headie One – Yohan Blake

I mash work on the opps from early, niggas already know my name
Gang unit won’t leave me alone, so I can’t show my face
I still jump out and smoke man bait
Pull up crash, them man dash like Yohan Blake

All I’m hearing is verbals, all I’m seeing is tweets
Can’t wait till we meet, I’m really out here in these streets
I bought fresh garms from Mush, now my swagger looks neat
I think I’m Mark Duggan, burner on the backseat
When I’m taking those trips, feels like I chauffeured a skeng
I put pressure on the whole of your endz
I’m not Wood Green no more, had niggas disowning their friends
I ain’t doing no 1 likkle poking, chef man over and over again
Young gs in the 125, 2 stunts like Evil Kenevil
Or me and Headz in the ride, with a black pump like it’s diesel
Done shots like the Matrix, make sure my gun’s reloaded like the sequel
OFB to the world and back, I take risks for me and my people
38 got wood on the handle, put man on the floor like planks
Let it off and they run like Olympics, but I ain’t bussing no blanks
Been round there with Rambos and flickys, man can’t tell me bout shanks
Try gain one up in the ranks, tell my plug that I gotta give thanks

I mash work on the opps from early, niggas already know my name
Gang unit won’t leave me alone, so I can’t show my face
I still jump out and smoke man bait
Pull up crash, them man dash like Yohan Blake
I put the beef on standby but trust me the programme’s changed
Don’t want to bump into T cause he’s a beast like Yohan Blake

I ain’t taking no diss, my retaliation rate 1 hunna
Don’t get your whole gang wiped out, ask Tizzy it takes 1 summer
My bro in the booth and he the only one that done a 1 take
Last time I finessed that chinging, the Lord knows that I done that one
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I done that with face, it’s peak cause I left that trace
All I know is weight, 28 grams of flake
Invest in the dark like
?, opps know that the streets ain’t safe
All now I ain’t seen nothing but fuckboys running like Yohan Blake
Handting fat like Biggie I’ll get him from far I have Faith
Bruck down dinger with altered plates
Mask on like RV, you can’t see my face
Opps say just hold on, we’re going home they’re coming like Drake
Things still sold for a 2 in 2, all I do is jugg and jugg
I just touch squares no rubix cube
I still move this food
No ebeano, Egusi Soup
You don’t drill and trap cause you said you do, homeboy the truth is truth

I mash work on the opps from early, niggas already know my name
Gang unit won’t leave me alone, so I can’t show my face
I still jump out and smoke man bait
Pull up crash, them man dash like Yohan Blake
I put the beef on standby but trust me the programme’s changed
Don’t want to bump into T cause he’s a beast like Yohan Blake
I get my hands dirty, same way Krept and Konan play
Tell Headz come pass me the stick, Usain Bolt and Yohan Blake