Cargo

[Chorus: Sleeks] Still reload on cargo Move work like Marlo, fats that looking like hardo Look at the flick of the wrist Traphouse looking Tescos, but we ain't go no barcode That's food and chairs like Nandos, watch us step in the bando Watch how I break this brick, everything get dismantled What you know bout weighing up so much grub? The battery scale just ran out Shoes on then I do road, I could never leave my gang out [Verse 1: Headie One] Bruck down Vauxhall in it into improve driving skills Everytime so we go get lurky, I remind bro wipe the wheel We bought this skeng off a one week flip, cah they like the deals I know the T-house into detail, with my Lyca phone I'm skilled Send them texts until it won't let me send no more Plus I gotta keep it in script with numbers, I got my trap phone insured Rudeboy you ain't ever look through the blinds at night, see the feds 'bout to boom that door Then dive head first out the window, turn the left and thank the Lord All a nigga tryna do, is turn 1 into 2 In the kitchen they think I do juju, all I do is re-up on new food Then I just do it again Count up these 50s and 20s and 10s, then do it again Again and again Bring that weight, bring my phone all benching I was 18, me and big bro doing up Tetris, trips are endless Headie One and Section Still get round there with my cheffers, fly out the ride and drench it [Chorus: Sleeks] Still reload on cargo Move work like Marlo, fats that looking like hardo Look at the flick of the wrist Traphouse looking Tescos, but we ain't go no barcode That's food and chairs like Nandos, watch us step in the bando Watch how I break this brick, everything get dismantled What you know bout weighing up so much grub? The battery scale just ran out Shoes on then I do road, I could never leave my gang out [Verse2: Sleeks] I don't even sleep no more, I just wait till the pack goes out Thank God that I made it home, now I gotta sit back and count Everyday risk taking, this week done a thousand miles Seen the square come in, go out, done it so many times lost count Trap talk, I do it fluent Running through so much weight in the bando and the neighbours are clueless When I see these grams, all I'm thinking is move it This Headie One flow that I'm using, it can get confusing Packs with elastic bands, I buy that monthly I don't go country, trap in the ends I'm comfy When I send the texts, watch the line go jumpy Have her put it on silent, making bare noise and fuckery Go my hands in so much green and I still don't eat my salad Skid up the car on my man, I assist that goal like Hazard I smoke broccoli cabbage, it's that go in backwards Trap, mash and I do rap, this year causing madness [Chorus: Sleeks] Still reload on cargo Move work like Marlo, fats that looking like hardo Look at the flick of the wrist Traphouse looking Tescos, but we ain't go no barcode That's food and chairs like Nandos, watch us step in the bando Watch how I break this brick, everything get dismantled What you know bout weighing up so much grub? The battery scale just ran out Shoes on then I do road, I could never leave my gang out