Blama (feat. Tion Wayne & Morrisson)

Mm-mm (Steel Banglez)

Roll up, blama, blama (mm-mm)

Stacey, Anna, Anna

Farah, Farah (yeah)

Broke youtes make me para, para (para)

Roll with the soldier (yeah)

Car with the chauffeur

Roll with the toaster (baow)

Still get figures and bang

I'm verified in the streets (that's right)

So when I rap, man, take me in

I don't just make up a story like Shiro

To make 'em all rhyme just to make a hit

I used to watch the O.G.'s play with bricks

Then post on the block in the latest kicks

With their big watches, chains and rings

Flooded with ice like a skatin' rink

Guess what, we grew up to be just like them (like what)

Man are shottas like Wayne and Biggs (Biggs)

I'm in the bulletproof Range with tints

With a gun that'll take a face off like Nick (Nicolas Cage)

I remember girls used to laugh at us

Now they wanna link us and partner up

We just give them wood like a carpenter

Then chuck 'em in the cab, then laugh at them

I'm a N9 classic

Man touch me, firearms get brandished (mm-mm)

Jewels on on the opp block

When I drive past cah they ain't that active (baow)

My young thugs still go over there

They don't care 'bout internal affairs

Gyal said, "Real niggas are rare"

So I guess I'm the man of the year (boom)

Tion Wayne is a fuckin' boss

Don't try come round here, you'll get shot

They can't boof me, man them boys are washed

They will never make what I spend on a watch (money)

When they see T Wayne, no weapon

You should see how they start jettin'

I don't even know why they chase and chef him

Make him just baow, gave him lessons

Roll up, big boy, blama, blama

White girl, Stacey, Anna, Anna (mm-mm, baow)

Make man run, Mo Farah, Farah (yeah)

Broke youtes make me para, para (sho)

In the dance, roll with the soldier (yeah)

Big wap, car with the chauffeur (baow)

Streets cold, roll with the toaster (boom)

I still get figures and bang (bang)

Look at who stepped in again (mm-mm)

All I do is sell coke, I picked my side

Me and Pepsi ain't friends

Zero L's, just went global

I could've went Hollywood but I stayed local

If you wanna know the best word to describe me

Get your phone out and Google, "Mogul"

I might give Mike Skinner a phone call

And tell him swap names 'cause I am the streets

Yo, why they run from police?

Peak when I give him one in the cheek

Real badman, opps see me and speed

Got one West gyal, got one in the east

Tion, you don't want a gyal from East

I dunno, I dunno, they're on too much greaze (mm-mm)

Leg it, leg it, Olympic ting

Leg it, leg it, when they see me they're jettin'

Me, I put holes in denim (woosh)

Run up, my friend'll dead him (wap, wap, wap)

From young, man, they said I was violent

Chew man's face off like Mike Tyson (boom)

In the Lambo' with the seats reclinin' (baow)

Chicks like me, they don't know I'm fryin'

Roll up, big boy, blama, blama

White girl, Stacey, Anna, Anna (mm-mm)

Make man run, Mo Farah, Farah

Broke youtes make me para, para (sho)

In the dance, roll with the soldier (yeah)

Big wap, car with the chauffeur (baow)

Streets cold, roll with the toaster (boom)

I still get figures and bang (baow, baow, baow)

Blama, blama

Stacey, Anna, Anna

Mm-mm

Sho