In The UK (Clean)

In The UK (Clean) - NLE Choppa

Lyrics by：Bryson Potts/Niklas Bienek/Aleksey Kuchmiy

Ayy shoutout my boy diito n***a 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 s**t 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 s**t 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 andale

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 you're 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 s**t ain't sweet ain't sweet

I ain't never do no trick or treats treats

Leave a n***a 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 mama in misery come

My mama visitin' me come

I f**ked your b***h even though she clapped

But her a*s 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 n***a 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 noncay my b***h like beyonce beyonce

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 f**k

About it give a f**k 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 s**t 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 s**t 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 andale

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

Get poked up get poked up