Poundz – Authentic Drill

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

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