[Intro]

Realist Strizz

[Verse 1: 30]

Mac's and .40’s

Abuse the bulldog, animal cruelty

Got things on the ride tryna make them buss

Like we have them on orgy

On a stolen ride

See blue lights, tryna hide from porkies

And my legs turn sporty

Anytime I hear those walkie-talkies

I just pray to god

Gang signs in my vid

But I'm nuttin' like Stormzy

Now I’m back in jail

But what can I say cah my mum did warn me

In love with skengs

But dis black blade still do some damage

Tryna slang this package

Dis one came with excess baggage

I know my teams riding

Bro, we ain't doing no KiKi challenge

And the kickbacks mad on dis one

Use two hands when you slap it

Slide to the B

Ride on us, we retaliate rapid

And I hold up dis ting propper

So I know dis tings not jammin'

Blood, sweat and tears in the hood

But it's cool cah the futures brighter

Three-course meal on the table

Der where the gang conspire

Had the next case pending

But no sweats, man buss dat minor

CPS had my clothes in the lab tryna match some fibre

I don't know 'bout pressure

Jailhouse kick like Conor Mcgregor

No room for error

One wrong move, that's you in a stretcher

I phone bro said "I'm sliding now, I don’t care if the block is pepper"

Dats me Lil D, two rambos up

One dotty on a Vespa

Man squeeze off numerous shots

When we slide, we don’t fuck with one-pops

That's armed police: "Sierra Oscar, multiple gunshots"

Me and bro’s like Bigz and Wayne

And the other sides doing up bruck-shot

B Side's slummed dog

Fly OT tryna cream this cunch spot

We get chingy over dat side der

But they never come back for revenge

They sweeped bro and Fiddy for the dotty

And K got bagged for the M

The whole of the gang stack bands, mash works

And they trap on the ends

It's not lookin' like were gonna get away

So we might have to dash with a skeng

Half of the gang locked up in the can right now for some AM’s and murders

Man never shoulda left dat skeng with bro

He loves playing with burners

I got a 9 on me and just bucked jackes

Der making me nervous

But I'm still hands on, on license

Cos I ain't payin' no workers

[Verse 2: Lil D]

She got breast and bumper

She wears my jumper

And she destroys dem phones

Bad and Boujee, little bit fruity

She knows how use her tongue

Put two in the dots, that's six in the spin

Really tryna do these punks

Man lurk on opps

Man lurk on blocks

Slap two bells in the drum

K got birded

Putin' that work in

Made [?] and purging

Jump out, hurt him

B Side lurkin'

Man can't tell me 'bout burners

Skid up, skrr and then crash

Or creep up and den splash

B Side, we get cash

We ride, dey dash