In The UK Lyrics by NLE Choppa
Ayy (Shout out my boy, Diito), nigga, come on, let’s do it
Yeah, ayy (Crud), ayy, ayy, ayy
I’m in the UK, no blicky (Mad)
But the knife on me if shit get sticky, yeah (Brr)
Still slide if it’s risky
Put the dick on the Glock, leave him pissy (Brr)
Cut to the face, buck fifty
One to the neck, give lil’ bruv hickeys (Brr)
Run away, do him like Ricky (Come here)
Run shit down (Come here), better run away quickly (Brr)
Tap in when I’m in your city
I’m a top boy, tell ’em get up with me, yeah (Get up with me)
Anywhere, any day, ándale, I’ma have me about a few killers with me, yeah (A few killers with me)
Spin on the block, get dizzy
Spin on my block then you must be silly (Must be stupid)
Spin the block ’til we leave him drippin’
Even overseas, I’m Grape Street crippin’ (Ooh-woo)
We know your man’s not hot
How you gon’ run from a dot-dot-dot? (Brr-brr-brr)
Spin the block at three o’clock (Three)
I’ma link him until he drop (Until he drop)
No opp can get no love, he’s not my kind, he’s not my bruv (Not my bruv)
High as a kite, never sober
Back up, back up ‘fore you get poked up (Poked up)
NLE, Jamie Oliver, shit ain’t sweet (Ain’t sweet)
I ain’t never do no trick or treats (Treats)
Leave a nigga body wrapped up in the sheets (Grr)
White chalk (Grr), yellow tape, all in the street (Grr)
Sherlock Holmes gon’ have to come see (Come see)
How he gon’ solve this mystery? (Mystery)
Your momma in misery (Come)
My momma busier than me (Come)
I fucked your bitch even though she clapped
But her ass fat, so I made it clap
I don’t know you, homie, I ain’t givin’ no dap (Givin’ no dap)
Only hand you get from me is slap (Grr)
If a nigga play with me, I’ma be like Shamima
I ain’t never gon’ make it back (Never gon’ make it)
Link him, snuff him, stab him and that’s on that (That’s on that)
Boris Johnson, a nonce, my bitch like Beyoncé (Beyoncé)
Keep a K like Kanye, might sneak in the UK (UK)
My house look lit like the Buckingham Palace
I stand over him, give a fuck about it (Give a fuck about it)
What it is to me? Just another body
What it is to you? Your folks dyin’
I’m in the UK, no blicky
But the knife on me if shit get sticky, yeah (Brr)
Still slide if it’s risky
Put the dick on the Glock, leave him pissy (Brr)
Cut to the face, buck fifty
One to the neck, give lil’ bruv hickeys (Brr)
Run away, do him like Ricky (Come here)
Run shit down (Come here), better run away quickly (Brr)
Tap in when I’m in your city
I’m a top boy, tell ’em get up with me, yeah (Get up with me)
Anywhere, any day, ándale, I’ma have me about a few killers with me (A few killers with me)
Spin on the block, get dizzy
Spin on my block then you must be silly (Must be stupid)
Spin the block ’til we leave him drippin’
Even overseas, I’m Grape street crippin’ (Ooh-woo)
Mans not hot
Even overseas, I’m Grape street crippin’ (Brr-brr-brr)
Three o’clock (Ayy, three)
Even overseas, I’m daily droppin’ (Daily droppin’)
No love
Even overseas, I’m Grape street crippin’ (He’s not my bruv)
Never sober
Even over—, ‘fore you get poked up (Poked up)
We know your mans not hot
How you gon’ run from a dot-dot-dot? (Trick or treats)
Spin the block at three o’clock (The sheets)
I’ma link him until he drop (All in the streets)
No opp can get no love, he’s not my kind, he’s not my bruv (Mystery)
High as a kite, never sober
Back up, back up ‘fore you get poked up (Get poked up)
‘Fore you get poked up (‘Fore you get poked up)
Back up, back up ‘fore you get poked up (‘Fore you get poked up)
Get poked up (Get poked up)
Back up, back up ‘fore you get poked up (Get poked up)