[Intro]
Ay, listen
Wig-town business, yeah
Whole block out here
[Verse 1]
Council block crown, trackies on throne
JD bag swingin', came for some creps, went home with the whole damn row
Bus stop courtroom, legends and liars
Mandem on the corner gettin' gassed off flyers
Spliff by the ginnel, hoodie strings tight
Blue roll, soft drinks, long talk, quick fight
One hand flame, other hand phone
Whole estate tuned when the drama gets shown
[Chorus]
Wigan chavs takin' over
From the shop to the four-leaf clover
From the queue to the pub door closure
Oi, move up, make room for a soldier
Wigan chavs takin' over
Trackie tucked, that's takeover
Whole estate on a mad composure
One puff, whole crowd get bolder
[Verse 2]
Graft in the rain, chat in the mist
Alleyway haze, two draws, one twist
Pound coin meals, still act rich
Fresh white trainers on a muddy pitch
JD drip, that catalogue flex
"Scan that tag, bro, how much next?"
Cheap gold chain and a big boy stance
Lurkin' by the bins, that's the wig-town dance
[Bridge]
How many lads in the alley? (Bare)
How many girls got a baccy? (Share)
How many names on the door? (There)
Security know we appear from air
Council paint peel from the bassline
Police drive past, take a straight line
We bend rules like we bend roads
Whole of Wigan in them chav mode
[Chorus]