Vi (Tori Dawson)
Westwood Crib Session
[Verse 1: Trilla]

[Verse 2: Big Watch]

[Verse 3: Dave]
This beat's burning, the scene’s screaming, I been learning
Coz I've been around snakes like Steve Irwin
A little flicky by my waist before we cop beaters
I was on the train to whip 'caine like John Cena
I’m from ends like south-west where they stab backs
Tap trap, A-Class in a bag like a hatchback
Tryna see proper dough
Feds come, drop and roll
In my line of work there's no tax like Monaco
Now I'm on bars like Heineken, 'cause, I write for days
Man can't spin me on the track like Tyson Gay
Light, dark, anti-dutch or the nicest haze
Cashpoints, Oysters, Instas, my grind ain't fake
Other boys get it dirty
My money comes eleven less than four hundred and thirty
Look, around my ends all them nittys approach us
Coz I'm the face of food like Kerry Katona, look
Test the Weston's kit though, effervescent Vimto
Catch you in the night like Krypto
Big chrome, turn your Wednesday apocalypto
Feed your guys up like Calypso
Windows, ain’t really a problem coz we tint those
Muscle in the back, this n***a’s looking like the Big Show
Hustling for stacks, I'm fucking hustling for rap
That’s why I want sick notes, that's why I want...
[Verse 4: Trilla]

[Verse 5: Coinz]

[Verse 6: Reload]

[Verse 7: Big Watch]

[Verse 8: Coinz]

[Verse 9: V.I]

[Verse 10: Trilla]

[Verse 11: Trilla]