**Title: “Mandem in the Mud (Skrrrt Skrrrt)”**
*(Intro)*
**[Gunshots: “Pa-pa-pow! Skrrrt!”]*
**[Deep, menacing UK drill beat kicks in, spliced with reload sounds & police sirens fading]*
*(Verse 1)*
**Yo, it’s peng in the trap, servin’ grams to the block,**
**White stuff in the bag, call it Snow White’s flock.**
**Bally on my dome, creps stay muddy, no jook,**
**Shank in the sock, but the A-R’s the go-to.**
**Mandem move sneaky, no chat on the ‘Gram,**
**Bakin’ in the bando, countin’ grands, what’s the plan?**
**Feds tryna sniff, but the stash’s in the van, yo,**
**Skengs go *click-clack*—ain’t no brucking Panadol.**
**Cunch in my lung, got a zoot for the stress,**
**Shout to the shotters, they’re my G’s in the mess.**
**From ends to ends, gotta keep it on-road,**
**P’s stacked to the ceiling, my m’s overload.**
*(Pre-Chorus)*
**“Oi, fam—you see these racks or nah?”**
**Wrist on froze, AP flooded, no cap.**
**If opps slide, we don’t chat, just *brrrrap*,**
**Leave ‘em stiff in the dirt, no map, no trap.**
*(Chorus)*
**Mandem in the mud, but we’re baggin’ them P’s,**
**Shottin’ for the stars, got my bros in the breeze.**
**Skengs go *pa-pa-pow!* when the beef don’t cease,**
**From Peckham to Brum, we runnin’ these streets.**
**Bands up, bands up, no time for Z’s,**
**Trappin’ in the shadows, stay ghost like I’m Breeze.**
**If you chat wet, get stretched like V’s,**
**This is UK biz—no Yanks, just grease.**
*(Verse 2)*
**Moved from the yard, now the whip’s a Urus,**
**But I’m still in my ends, where the hood’s mad curious.**
**Shh—keep it lowkey, no pics, no stories,**
**Caught a whiff of the game, now I’m stuck in the glory.**
**Bro’s doin’ bird, but his mouth stayed shut,**
**Loyalty’s a myth ‘less your blade’s in the gut.**
**Mum’s cryin’ nights, sayin’, “Son, why you bruckin’?”**
**But the system’s a trap—I’d rather be duckin’.**
**HMRC sniffin’, but the money’s washed clean,**
**Cash in the mattress, crypto in the machine.**
**Paranoia’s my shadow, it’s clingin’ like lint,**
**One wrong move and the world’s on a spliff.**
*(Bridge)*
**Blood on the Nikes, but we ain’t talkin’ ‘bout kicks,**
**Life’s a dice roll—snake eyes or six.**
**Trust no face, ‘cept the ones in the spliff,**
**Pray to the Nine, ‘cause heaven’s a myth.**
*(Chorus)*
**Mandem in the mud, but we’re baggin’ them P’s,**
**Shottin’ for the stars, got my bros in the breeze.**
**Skengs go *pa-pa-pow!* when the beef don’t cease,**
**From Peckham to Brum, we runnin’ these streets.**
**Bands up, bands up, no time for Z’s,**
**Trappin’ in the shadows, stay ghost like I’m Breeze.**
**If you chat wet, get stretched like V’s,**
**This is UK biz—no Yanks, just grease.**
*(Verse 3)*
**Back in ‘06, I was just a yute with a dream,**
**Now the trap’s my office, and the block’s my regime.**
**Opps tryna flex, but they’re dust in the wind,**
**We don’t drop bars—we
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