[Intro: Yanko]

6 Shell

H1K made this

Anyone can go

Them man on the corner, spin this whip 180 degrees

Black blade twins, just cheff like we're grating cheese

Gave him six, he put the inches so fucking deep

[Verse 1: Yanko]

Anyone can go

So we search for neeks

Spotted dem man on the corner

Spin this whip 180 degrees

Me and Zico, black blade twins, just cheff like we're grating cheese

**** laughed when he gave him six, he put the inches so fucking deep

7 stick with a load of sticks

Now we look like a team of cricketers

If Kizz step with a botty

You know it's packed with two big cylinders

They ride with phones and wet down innocents, how can I rate these idiots?

Ask my man where he's from, why's this yute tryna move oblivious?

Push metal in tissue, you're gonna need more than tissue

All these lies are a fucking issue

Talk this shit when the .32 hits you

Trap-trap, man's giving out testers

Wet mans head, now he's a redhead like Whitney from Eastenders

Man pepper up pepper, no piggy

It may be the .32, it may be the dotty

Slap mans head with the shiny bells, now he's the same colour as poppies

We want more bells in the dotty

So we invested in the mozzy

I swear I seen that yute in E16, said "Yanko, man's not oppy"

Said "Yanko, man's not oppy"

[Verse 2: Kayzed]

Can't rate these punks

Me and S pop doors again

Made that pussio jump

Like Vandoe says

Pop that door, get that done

He caught life

The opp boy escaped

Really and truly my man should have been fried

It's calm, we're not done

Nah-nah, don't think that we're done

You can't go shop when you're lacking

That's mummy losing her son

And that's facts

You best run fast

**** knows, you might get wet in your back

Or you might get wet in your front

Yeah, yeah, get wet in your front

Free Vandoe, Free Y.Smokes

They put that yute in a blunt

Tryna fill up these cunts

But it's not no dick that I'm using

Went to the 6, didn't see shit

Come back to ends, I'm fuming

Stomp mans head on the yard with Yanko

These man try come to the block

Me and Stainez backed our rambos

The verbal game is washed

Can't even listen to these man's lies

How can I rate these guys?

[Verse 3: Yanko]

Chinged them man like I chinged this laser down with the walker razor

Free up my left hand Vader, gave that yute to the undertaker

This mash is a slag, it just wanna beat like Max and Stacy Slater

You snitched on guys from the ends

Now you fuck with ****, you're a fucking traitor

Tear through ribs when I enter Beckton

We have to and get more petty

'Cah we just done laps and the cars on empty

How could you try bore MB for the price of one, he got more than twenty

If I push this ying in your body it'll drip too hard like you're wearing Fendi

Niggas know where I'm from

That's Gate, that's Gaza, that's Blacks

Step in the 6 tryna take off hats

Leave him holy like a Sunday mass

How could you be so wass?

Lie on my name 'bout how I got splashed

Man can't talk 'bout ****, 'cah I backed my shine and he digital dashed

Countless times I've stepped in ****

He lost his eye when the dose dispatched

Man run up in flats with J

Mandem running intense in backs

Had man running in roads

He almost made two motors crash

Fat boy begged for your lift, open your eyes

He almost packed, I said he almost packed

[Verse 4: Kayzed]

The mandem blue like Crips

The opp boy drips in blood

How do you take them in?

What, what, they ain't on crud

**** got kicked last week

But it's still on sight if I buck him

Kicked him out 'cah he's wet

But the whole squad ain't on nothing

Like dem man don't make sense

Talk so much 'bout field

But all you man on the bench

One yute stepped out of line

Stainez left him drenched

So don't ever think you can mention bro

You don't wanna see him vexed

[Outro: Yanko]

Anyone can go

Them man on the corner, spin this whip 180 degrees

Black blade twins, just cheff like we're grating cheese

Gave him six, he put the inches so fucking deep