(PSsst mate, you need sum? ) [Verse 1] Oi, bruv, we’re deep in the manor, suits pressed, guns tucked, Dodgy deals in the back of a Bentley, fate’s fucked. Charlie’s on the blower, “Mate, the gear’s gone missin’,” Now we’re chasing shadows, blood’s boilin’, fists kissin’. Tommy’s in the gym, bare knuckles, nose all bent, Says, “Fam, I’ll sort the cunts who nicked our percent.” But Stevie’s in the pub, pissed, spillin’ the plot, Now the whole fuckin’ ends knows we’re gettin’ shot. [Hook] We’re the gents, bruv, sharp blades, sharp minds, Fuck around, get left in the dark, blind, Wagwan, wagwan, run it back, let’s go, Cross the line, fam, you’re feedin’ the crows, oi! [Verse 2] We roll up to the yard, it’s a trap, surprise, Big Lenny’s got a shooter pointed straight at my eyes. I say, “Len, you mug, you’re fuckin’ with the gents, One wrong move, your mum’s gettin’ condolence scents.” He laughs, gold teeth flash, “You think I’m shook, fam? I’ll bury you lot quicker than a dodgy scam.” But Charlie’s round the back, silent, blade in hand, Now Lenny’s on the floor, leakin’ red on the sand. [Bridge] Skengs out, bruv, no time for the chat, Mad ting, mad ting, we’re spinnin’ it back, Blicky on deck, rah, rah, let’s ride, Fuckin’ with us? Blud, you’re choosin’ to die. [Verse 3] Back in the motor, tyres screech, hearts race, Tommy’s laughin’, “Stevie, you’re a fuckin’ disgrace.” Stevie’s like, “Mate, I was bait, just playin’ the fool, While you lot got the drop, I was breakin’ the rules.” We stash the cash, split the pack, no loose ends, But the feds are circlin’, sniffin’ like lost friends. Charlie grins, dark, “Let ‘em come, let ‘em try, We’re the fuckin’ gentlemen, bruv, do or be died.” [Hook] We’re the gents, bruv, sharp blades, sharp minds, Fuck around, get left in the dark, blind, Wagwan, wagwan, run it back, let’s go, Cross the line, fam, you’re feedin’ the crows, oi! [Outro] So here’s the moral, fam, don’t play with the pros, Or you’ll end up in the Thames, feedin’ fuckin’ crows. We’re the gents of the game, sharp suits, dark wit, And if you cross us, blud, you’re deep in the shit.
