[Intro: Dimzy]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Gang, gang, gang (All of that)
Monroe
Jog (Jog, jog)
67 (67)
Drillers, trappers
[Chorus: Do Road]
Let me tell you about 013, that was Rotties and MACs and baggy jeans (Hmm)
Queff 'dat roddy at 'dem man, I just watch them crash and skeet
The amount of time we lurked 'round there and not seen not one of them neeks (Uh, uh)
Them man so thirsty, I just ching mans face then skeet (Ching-ching)
One minute, his face was looking on fleek
Now it's looking on leak (Ha, ha)
'Dem get got then talk on the net, 'dem man just post to police (Snitch nigga)
I stay with machines and all of them grease that make them clean
Step 'round 'ere, leave everything red
Make the feds tape that scene
[Verse 2: LD]
Still, let's lurk on 'dem man 'dere (Let's lurk)
40's rent, then red tears (Hmm, mm)
That one there got a clip on the side but we rise that one, you'll drop right 'dere (Now)
Like– and– (Ha)
When my guys mash that work (Sixty)
One hand on the wheel, one hand on the three-two spin, L did that first
013 that was Mac and Rotties
Wizz done caught him a body (Old school)
Trap got bagged for the AM (Old school)
Then hoops went and lost that roddy (Old school)
674 won a Golden Boot (Facts)
And we got that shit all now (Racks)
Racks galore, shoot and score (Blow)
There waps up; man do it in style
[Verse 3: SJ]
Do up the hooptie, drive like NASCAR (Skrr)
Swear down that's like eighty on a mains with shells on deck, no pasta (Skrr)
My brodie's straight from Ghana (Yes)
But he tie up his dreads, no rasta (Yes)
This shotgun kicks like Ken, the .40 spins on volts like Blanka (Blow, blow, blow)
Know what it is if I step on the R's (Gang)
'013, .38 big bad shotty 'n' a MAC in the back of the car (Grr)
Set way mash, gonna dip man down 'till his backplate hurt man's palm
Man know what it is
Man know what you're on when you see a man jump out the car
Gang (Know what it is, gangs)
[Chorus: Do Road]
Let me tell you about 013, that was Rotties and MACs and baggy jeans (Hmm)
Queff 'dat roddy at 'dem man, I just watch them crash and skeet
The amount of time we lurked 'round there and not seen not one of them neeks (Uh, uh)
Them man so thirsty, I just ching mans face then skeet (Ching-ching)
One minute, his face was looking on fleek
Now it's looking on leak (Ha, ha)
'Dem get got then talk on the net, 'dem man just post to police (Snitch nigga)
I stay with machines and all of them grease that make them clean
Step 'round 'ere, leave everything red
Make the feds tape that scene
[Verse 4: Dimzy]
Guns, money, drugs; my block's like The Wire
Go keep me a fry-up
But the block needs fire
Feds wanna grab a supplier
Big houses, ammo, wapps, I desire (Alll of that)
Big MAC and a rotty, that was out quaking (Blow)
Stones rip through skin and flesh these stones had bones, 'dem breaking (Blow)
I mean, broken
They run when jooks approaching
Angry when they get away
It get's so 'ments when feds appraching (Yeah)
[Verse 5: Monkey]
Come to a decision (What's the decision?)
Man's Premier League, 'dem man in division
SAD on your block, man search and destroy on position
Peng 'ting wanna flirt, I just want, what's the decision?
Wet up a man, shoulda have saw his feet, woulda thought he was crippin'
I go the juice, but I ain't the Milly (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, hot demon young boy, I might drive the in the Jilly (Skrt)
Manbag, big jackets, if you really want to see that thingy (Nah)
Three drils, three days, real life
Hands down the gang-dem get drilly (Come on)
[Chorus: Do Road]
Let me tell you about 013, that was Rotties and MACs and baggy jeans (Hmm)
Queff 'dat roddy at 'dem man, I just watch them crash and skeet
The amount of time we lurked 'round there and not seen not one of them neeks (Uh, uh)
Them man so thirsty, I just ching mans face then skeet (Ching-ching)
One minute, his face was looking on fleek
Now it's looking on leak (Ha, ha)
'Dem get got then talk on the net, 'dem man just post to police (Snitch nigga)
I stay with machines and all of them grease that make them clean
Step 'round 'ere, leave everything red
Make the feds tape that scene