Hood Antics Video (MV)

Yeah, I'm stiff when I skank
I'm cranked in the rave with a whiff and a shank
And I swear to God, my mum would go mad
If she ever knew how much they'd left that rack
I call my grub that elastic pack
Cuh I grab the food, then I stretch that back
Put notes in the stack till it goes snap
Hit sales on my bike till the wheel's flat
I burn plastic bags till they go black
Weigh peng on the scales till they go flat
Spray bars at a crowd till they go mad
Make chicks' eyes squint till they roll back
Skrrr in the ding dong till I get catch
Drop game on the yats till I get gash
And I've been the same since Dad had a say
So fam, I would backchat till I got lashed

Please don't act up, please don't play
Too many antics, too many games
So many borers, so many flames
Too many tracksuits, too many chains
So many baby mums and young dads
Too many crazy dons who back shanks
Run from the studio to go trap
Hood antics, we're out for that cash

O-O-O-Okay
Get garms to my yard and I don't pay
Sleep in a hotel and I don't pay
XOYO and I don't pay
Get love in the dance but I don't say
Onstage at a show but I don't spray
Man can't try a ting 'cause I don't play
Known in the rave scene but I don't rave
Got packs of the green but I don't
Said got packs of the green but I don't blaze
Wake up midday but I don't laze
Eat food on the field but I don't graze
Bristol Motion on tour with the lads
I sprayed "missed the drop" and the crowd went mad
All the hard work in the scene for my mum
I beat off the gram, then my mum gets sad

Please don't act up, please don't play
Too many antics, too many games
So many borers, so many flames
Too many tracksuits, too many chains
So many baby mums and young dads
Too many crazy dons who back shanks
Run from the studio to go trap
Hood antics, we're out for that cash

West 10, I'm a Grove side G
I had to grow fast 'cause of roadside beef
Got handed a tool and I got Ps
Got touched in the warfare and I did bleed
If I ain't down in Brixton with my family
I'm in Camden with the YGGs
S-d-daint, Strally and PK are my dons
You could never violate my GGs
Try and violate my GGs
I'll jump out the cab with a live .33
Sawn-off on the IC3
We're cold, you'll get burnt by my icy Gs
My Air Max save me when the cops come
So I've gotta thank Nike like North does
What's a best friend? 'Cause I ain't got one
But I got a friend who's close to the shotgun

Please don't act up, please don't play
Too many antics, too many games
So many borers, so many flames
Too many tracksuits, too many chains
So many baby mums and young dads
Too many crazy dons who back shanks
Run from the studio to go trap
Hood antics, we're out for that cash