My Bellà

I'm with the East End ravers, suspect tracers

Irish boys in a van full of flavours

This one's for the boys inside, all my B way ties and my trap Caucasians

Essex grafters, can't get past us

Second hand Jeep so we can't go faster

My old man found scales in my draw

So he gave me the talk but I'm just like my father

Lights all over, straight through Dover

Had more luck than a four leaf clover

I got a shotty and a big Alsatian

Swerving, looking for his new Range Rover

Real East geeza, bad boy charva

Last one tried got scarred with a lager

Jed died, I've got nothing to lose

I swear I'll bang my gun 'til I can't hear

Bang my, bang my gun 'til I can't hear aftеr

I'm on the block 'til it can't get darker

Yеah, I'm inside but I'm late to the afters

At the front, in a pair of the Prada's

It's a tight squeeze in a band full of charvas

Music blaring, fresh out the barbers

Three-eight snub tucked under the armour

Club goes mad but the ends are palaver

Cream of the crop (Cream of the crop)

Tu sais que la vie est belle ma vie nonstop (Vie nonstop, vie nonstop)

She sexy in red, she know I'm the boss

My Bella, Bella, Bella, don’t you stop

My bro in the trap like, "Who need a box?"

No promethazine, I know the cost

You're stuck in my head, I'm losing the plot

My Bella, Bella, Bella, don't you stop (Don't you stop, don't you stop)

Let’s hop on a flight, you ready or not?

All that he-say she-say, I don't watch (I don't watch, I don't watch)

I wanna fly when I'm feeling lost (I'm feeling lost, I'm feeling lost)

My Bella, Bella, Bella, don't you stop (Don't you stop, don't you stop)

Like creme de la creme, cream of the crop

Tu sais que la vie est belle ma vie nonstop

She sexy in red, she know I'm the boss

My Bella, Bella, Bella, don't you stop

My Bella, my Bella, won't you stop?

Set off in the nighttime, land in the morning

Then I puff a pack on arrival

No sleep, on another tour date

Got another tour date, then another tour date, vital

Minor, sleeping at the airport

Checking on my gate whilst writing down a verse like the Bible

Steez, how you do it like this?

How you flow it like that? It was all for survival

Yo, in and out the game like a cat flap

So high, I don't give a fuck if you backstrap

Old friends always getting caught in my rat trap

Find me walking 'round East with a flat cap

Tidy, fuck a fake friend, fuck a back stab

Chilling with my day ones, drunk in a black cab

Uh, you ain't seen a kitchen look like a crack lab

You ain't seen a couple white boys at your grow yard

Chop, chop dank tree then we go yard

Whip then we blow past, shifting a go-kart

Swear down, 'cause, I'm all bite, I got no bark

We can go dark, French with a cold heart

I can make a bullet hit quick like a blow dart

No chance, you ain't getting no pass

Only my family, my blood that will go hard

Cream of the crop (Cream of the crop)

Tu sais que la vie est belle ma vie nonstop (Vie nonstop, vie nonstop)

She sexy in red, she know I'm the boss

My Bella, Bella, Bella, don’t you stop