[Verse 1: Liquez]

I couldn't give a fuck what the judge said

Im still out pushing work screaming fuck feds

And that long nose spinner got enough lead

Nigga mind where you step or get drop dead

25 in the M and that's a death threat

Scream 67k and that's enough said to get dead

Yes im mad Liquez and im corrupted

I got and cold heart and a hot head

I won't think twice I just go get

I do the mad ting I won't regret

I back my shotty I never see dead

Just remember that and I mean it

[Verse 2: SJ]

Original member man can't call me no prospect

Me and bro always does this

I see him get hit with an object

I dont give a dam I'll bang that mash broad day in public

Like what's all the banter for real let man no what's the subject

Man bounce with the gauge yeah I try move sick with it

When the boss comes in I get a pack and im flipping it

Ram man snap we some pyrex boys they just keep whipping it

Don't lack get a mash move sick with it

Tr's got packs in Lowes Tooks O.T with bros

LD puts amm on the road gun plays fires of poles

Dim Dimma dat nigga moves low

ASAP's kway in O

Free Mloose dats bro

I hope dat my bros land road

Its real life the opps snaked my bros and they locked all the guys

Yeah you better think twice

Cah we still on the 6's and we still with the pipes

Yeah they're wet like wipes

They say they got theirs and they know I got mines

You can try roll a dice

But the luck ain't there and the skengs my type

[Verse 3: ASAP]

Fuck feds they got my niggas stressin'

I fly cunch with a pack and flip it

Im lurking with a ramsey catch a opp and fish him

Muthafucka I don't lack I don't do slipping

Bro got a gun habit always finger itching

Im after a head shot when that spin spin hear crasheen

Niggas better duck dive and dasheen

I move loads of work with my trap team

Crack rocks and bad b

Scribz came in with a box that smelt like a dead fox

Fuck my mans girl that bitch gives dead top

I give hookah leg then I leg off

[Verse 4: LD]

Whip that skeng out the coat like Shirley

Feds keep locking my bredrins up but we still tryna do man dirty

Got a box from the plug but this ones peng like Birdie

Wiseman said that I got to move low cah the fed try bird me tryna give me the thirty

But I still put boxes of amm pon road deez feds can't tell me nothin'

Smoke man for my bros dats normal dey ain't gotta ask me nothin'

Try leave man hashtag dead up and live life normal

Dem niggas try run up on me joke ting hit him with a stick like a pool ball

I pick up the skeng den I ride then I think about the jail stuff later

Out here on a low serving food like a waiter

[Verse 5: Dimzy]

In my 4 door I do the dash

Skeng in the 4 door truck tryna push man forehead back

M 10 holes like 20 bells and it kicks of mad

Watch him buckle and slip when them little crash through his back little shells crash through his back

I fly O.T with packs

On the M1 smoking the ammi spliff with that head so fat

I rass down spliffs like a rastaman but im a young black Af

Trap trap man got light and dark in the cling fling wrap, in the cling wrap

Big bells in dat dots

No jingle bells when I bop

On the M1 I got 63 grams in the car man a get that gone

I hit Staines yeah I take mans grub

Take mans car den I take mans gwop

I was outside lurking round like a fox

Niggas talking like niggas ain't been shot

Niggas talking like niggas ain't been robbed

Dip man down tryna rest mans opps