Block Party in the Ends

[Intro]
Skrrt skrrt
Ay, come on
Haha
Say less
[Verse 1]
Cousins in the whip, five deep, no space
Bossman know my name, two wings, no flakes
Mum say “home by ten,” I text “soon, Inshallah”
But I’m outside loud, fam, I’m here with the shahs (ayy)
Slide through ends, fresh fade, cheap creps
Still walk like the road paid all my debts
Old bill spin ‘round, do the slow‑mo stare
We just laugh, take pics, throw peace in the air (cheese)
[Chorus]
We some brown boys dumbin’ out, just vibes
Laughin’ on the corner ‘til the sunrise
Whole block know the crew when we roll by
We some “say sum” kids, but we so live (so live)
Big talk, big joke, that’s us
Sidewalk stage when we buss
From the shop to the flats, that’s love
Just a pack of little thugs havin’ fun, that’s us (that’s us)
[Verse 2]
Chips in the bag, chilli sauce, extra drip
One bike, three yutes, whole squad on the strip
Play fight in the park, someone lose one slide
Tear in the jeans, still posing with pride (cheese)
Aunty at the window shout “go read namaz”
We say “after this game,” then we still play ball
Neighbourhood loud, but the heart so warm
If I fall off, mandem pull me back strong (real talk)
[Chorus]
We some brown boys dumbin’ out, just vibes
Laughin’ on the corner ‘til the sunrise
Whole block know the crew when we roll by
We some “say sum” kids, but we so live (so live)
Big talk, big joke, that’s us
Sidewalk stage when we buss
From the shop to the flats, that’s love
Just a pack of little thugs havin’ fun, that’s us (yeah, that’s us)
[Bridge]
If they hate, let ‘em hate, we still bless (still bless)
Turn the stress to a flex in the ends (in the ends)
Every joke, every roast, every chest bump
That’s the memory we carry when we glow up (glow up)
[Chorus]
We some brown boys dumbin’ out, just vibes
Laughin’ on the corner ‘til the sunrise
Whole block know the crew when we roll by
We some “say sum” kids, but we so live (so live)
Big talk, big joke, that’s us
Sidewalk stage when we buss
From the shop to the flats, that’s love
Just a pack of little thugs havin’ fun, that’s us (that’s us, that’s us)

rap, Rowdy UK street rap with swagger; playful drill-adjacent bounce over skippy hi-hats and deep sub, male vocals. Verses tight and punchy, ad-libs tucked in the gaps; hook opens with stacked gang vocals and call‑and‑response chants. Occasional siren FX and crowd shouts to feel like a summer estate cypher, energy climbing into a shouted final chorus., hip hop