[Chorus: Pete & Bas]

Bish Bash Bosh, I don’t give a fuck

Ride for my fellas, I’ma die with my bingy tucked

Duck a fed while I run this line

Tell a piggy “better luck next time”

Ah? Ah?

Grab a hammer then

Ah? Ah?

Grab a hammer then

Ah? Ah?

Grab a hammer then

Ah? Ah?

Grab a hammer then squeeze

[Verse 1: Pete]

Tell 'em cut the cocaine while I bag it up

Blicky tuckеd, fuck it, call the plug, I’ma stick him up

Anyone can get it just say thе word and we’ll grip 'em up

Make him pray, metal on his temple, tell him “give it up”

Got my yardies down in Peckham doing in-and-outs

I ain’t talking cheating when they run up in your missus house

Back then we made a killing, they call us killers now

And now we got the figures, women get their figures out

[Verse 2: Bas]

Whistle

Cat call, ringing on my burner

Wrap another packet up, chuck it to my workers

Hash Nepalese son, I got it from my Gurkhas

Himalayan snow white, ship it from my Sherpas

Get it from the North, then I take it to the South

If a fella’s getting caught, tell him better shut his mouth

Couple pennies to the pork, that’s a lip-sealed deal

If he squeal, I’ma peel him and chuck him in the ground

[Chorus: Pete & Bas]

Bish Bash Bosh, I don’t give a fuck

Ride for my fellas, I’ma die with my bingy tucked

Duck a fed while I run this line

Tell a piggy “better luck next time”

Ah? Ah?

Grab a hammer then

Ah? Ah?

Grab a hammer then

Ah? Ah?

Grab a hammer then

Ah? Ah?

Grab a hammer then squeeze

[Verse 3: Pete]

Peter Piper pick a pack of them and pack 'em in

Pack a barrel full of peppercorns and bloody pepper him

Pebbledash, slinging pebble packs, down in Peckham Plex

Picking off the opposites then ponder who I’m picking next

Sweet as apple pie until you cross me

Apple-bobbing, grab a bobby by the flipping knoblees

Bobble-headed model women, gobbing on my bobblees

Wibble-wobble, got her booty bouncing like a wallaby

[Verse 4: Bas]

Grab a proper cup of coffee from the coffee pot

Pop him in his noggin, have him monging in the coffee shop

Ping him in the pickle when I clock him with my pocket watch

Popping off a rocket with the dotty just to top him off

Chuck him in a zip lock, chuck him in a van

Now he’ll be forever young, fucking Peter Pan

Put him on a t-shirt, put him on the gram

Tell him that you love him, while he’s laying in the ground

[Chorus: Pete & Bas]

Bish Bash Bosh, I don’t give a fuck

Ride for my fellas, I’ma die with my bingy tucked

Duck a fed while I run this line

Tell a piggy “better luck next time”

Ah? Ah?

Grab a hammer then

Ah? Ah?

Grab a hammer then

Ah? Ah?

Grab a hammer then

Ah? Ah?

Grab a hammer then squeeze