Authentic Drill - Poundz

They never had me around on the scene last year

This year, man’s goin' in mad

Go tell your aunties I’m back (I'm back)

South London’s locked, tell a man get packed

You don’t wanna come 'round these sides is tapped

In and out of the London flats

God had to save me cah I nearly went mad

Authentic drill, man’s bringin' that back (Baow!)

They never had me around on the scene last year

This year, man’s goin' in mad

Go tell your aunties I’m back (I'm back)

South London’s locked, tell a man get packed

You don’t wanna come 'round these sides is tapped

In and out of the London flats

God had to save me cah I nearly went mad

I know chest shot drillas

They know my part of the town ain’t safe, bare killas

Take the wrong turn then spin it

Cops are on man from the day till the night-time's finished

I never play mid-fielder, I ain’t Jack Grealish

Your gyal want the old backshots, so I’m widdit

Then same gyal back to her man cah I’m wicked and bad like Bouncer’s business

700 BHP on this whip

I can’t crash cah that Deebo’s crazy

Lifestyle brazy, I take that risk

To the turn with a handbrake skid

We got bussdown cars like Tokyo Drift

Four pipes on the Lambo, rev that bitch

Put 15 bags on your head

Leave a fool like I want man six feet in

Authentic drill, man’s bringin' that back (Baow!)

They never had me around on the scene last year

This year, man’s goin' in mad

Go tell your aunties I’m back (I'm back)

South London’s locked, tell a man get packed

You don’t wanna come 'round these sides is tapped

In and out of the London flats

God had to save me cah I nearly went mad

Authentic drill, man’s bringin' that back (Baow!)

They never had me around on the scene last year

This year, man’s goin' in mad

Go tell your aunties I’m back (I'm back)

South London’s locked, tell a man get packed

You don’t wanna come 'round these sides is tapped

In and out of the London flats

God had to save me cah I nearly went mad

My old label’s pissed

They tried burning me down to the ground, they’re pricks

The industry knows they’re shit

Got five man struggling to do what one man did

Let me talk my shit

If I speak these facts, bet no more yutes won’t sign off rap

Lemme show these man what I’m on, no miss

But it’s time for return of the mack

I’ll straighten a fuckboy out like Quavo (Straightenin', straightenin')

Straight head-shot, don’t aim low

You could get corn in your wig like cane-rows

Like bro-bro sad, we’re the talk of the town

Man’s way too lit to be walkin' around

Don’t ever try question badman’s gang, sir

I was gonna shoot up … (Woi)

Lemme take the piss

Lemme switch up the flow and make it real lit

Lemme show you what a skengman is

Rip anybody live on the beat with a flow like this (And again)

Authentic drill, man’s bringin' that back

All my sons on the game better call me dad

These man bought one two chains and a watch

I don’t know why them boy get gassed

Authentic drill, man’s bringin' that back (Baow!)

They never had me around on the scene last year

This year, man’s goin' in mad

Go tell your aunties I’m back (I'm back)

South London’s locked, tell a man get packed

You don’t wanna come 'round these sides is tapped

In and out of the London flats

God had to save me cah I nearly went mad

Authentic drill, man’s bringin' that back (Baow!)

They never had me around on the scene last year

This year, man’s goin' in mad

Go tell your aunties I’m back (I'm back)

South London’s locked, tell a man get packed

You don’t wanna come 'round these sides is tapped

(Skippz Production) In and out of the London flats

God had to save me cah I nearly went mad