[Lyric] Dash (Pete & Bas)

[Verse 1: Pete]
Runnin' amok (yeah)
Digits, I'm runnin' 'em up
Top boys in a country club
You can tell those pigs they can eat my dust (they can eat my dust)
No trust
Just blood, sweat, guts
I was givin' old boy headache
Smash his head ‘an he get concussed
Bing in the back, bringin it back
Jewels in the front and a mug in the boot (ooh!)
Bootin’ the mug in the back then I'm watchin’ the match on BBC2 (yeah)
Move fast when I see them shoot
Kick ‘em hard in my Reebok shoes (yeah)
Strapped up, no laces
You got a tool, well I got one too
Set fire to your head, no Sheeran (‘eh?)
Got a mate called Kieran (yеah)
Kier’s got his hands on wheels
Look at the Lambo truck I'm steerin’ (Skr-rr-rrt) (Wherе you goin’?)
Enemies keep on disappearin’
No hard feelings
Made a bag and a half in an evening
[Chorus: Pete]
Stacks in the hallway son
Cash till the morning come
Pull out the bing who's laughin’
I cracked up when I seen him run
Felix Cat
Leave no prints, dressed in black
Smoke my fag, tie the man up in the boot then dash

[Verse 2: Bas]
Wife in the bedroom naked
Pistols under the sofa
Scotch in the glass in the bedside table
Woodgrain colour of the Fendi loafers (ooh yeah)
Took two phones and they're ringin' like mad
Dun dun dun du-du Jesus Christ (Jesus)
I think I need a break I'm gonna go country with the wife
Been baggin’ up big boulders that's bugle
Bangin’ this .44 down two ways
One of them ways gets rid of these opps
And the other one gets me paid (ch-ch-ch-ching)
I'm a dead man walking
That's what they told me
Told ‘em look mate sticks and stones (yeah)
You don’t wanna come round here get left with broken bones
I’mma cook this batch like Aunt Jemima
Just add carb in a boilin’ pot (in a boilin’ pot)
Then I'm back on the roadside flinging that rock cause the line don't stop (nah, nah, nah, nah)
Coulda walked away when I took those L's
But I bounced right back (bounced right back)
Yeah, yeah, what you know about that?
[Verse 3: Uncle Bal]
You can't take no money from me
I got a big baseball bat by the counter
I see my nephew Vikramjeet
He's a qualified accountant (Vikramjeet)
So we're holding it down
Dressed in all black like a nightclub bouncer (yes)
And the ladies know I'm a rider
Got a big back then I mount her (poom-poom-poom)
Don't need a review (nope)
My regular customers' satisfied
And if there's any complaints
Then I'm gripping the thing like a stalactite (that’s right)
So don't talk rubbish
Or you get thrown into the trash (trash)
I won't lay a finger on you
I leave it to my young boy Vaish (Vaishnav)
I’ve got the packs and they’re locked in the back of the Nissan Qashqai
With this lady shaking her bottom so fast that she almost made me feel cross-eyed (oh my god!)
Jesus Christ (Jesus)
I need to settle I won’t lie (mmhmm)
I want a beautiful wife with the culinary skill to cook perfect Pad Thai

[Chorus: Pete]
Stacks in the hallway son
Cash till the morning come
Pull out the bing who's laughin’
I cracked up when I seen him run
Felix Cat
Leave no prints, dressed in black
Smoke my fag, tie the man up in the boot then dash