[Intro: Y.CB]

K6

Yo Itchy, this how you goin' on?

3DaMind

We catch them cases, leave no traces

The 'rales want us in cages

Got boots for the laces

Sweets if you’re hungry, slap my man out of his trainers

***** pulled up on a traitor

They skeet when gang pull up

They ain’t got wheels but I call them skaters

TT rinsed that clip no-

[Verse 1: Yanko]

Ay Zico, let's hop in the ride

Let’s go House for the hundredth time

We go to the 6 but no ones there

But in your vids there’s a hundred guys

Your bro done dripped in slime

He’s underground like the central line

Vandoe hopped out the ride

Left him looking like Frankenstein

[Verse 2: Y.CB]

We still do them drills it’s bait

Ride that stick up do it broad day

.32 spins or tap that gauge

Bro clapped that once and slapped his face

Fuck that lemme just tap that twice

Or roll with my kitchen knife and shave

You don’t want to see me start shaving

Bro got the dots on my life and blazing

[Verse 3: MA]

I ain’t trying to sit back sip tea

I just wanna spill juice, no Snapple

Might take that risk if it’s auto

But back seat if the whip comes manual

I beef like four blocks

And this beef is far from too much to handle

I gotta lay low from the jakes

Just tryna unravel my name, no scramble

[Verse 4: Yanko]

If something got splashed or whacked in Newham

It was probably done by Blackz

If not, it was done by Chad

Say you’re onto the gang, that’s a fucking drag

***** held them wounds now he’s well known for being a rash

JT landed road now he’s upsuh, top dog for the cats

[Verse 5: Y.CB]

We catch them cases, leave no traces

The 'rales want us in cages

Got boots for the laces

Sweets if you’re hungry, slap my man out of his trainers

***** pulled up on a traitor

They skeet when gang pull up

They ain’t got wheels but I call them skaters

TT rinsed that clip no trailer

[Verse 6: MA]

Fuck a baseball bat or a dose

I might just sink my blade in your spine

Four times

Everytime we jumped in the who ride

We’re putting our lives on the line

NSM, put trust in my guys

Young CB put trust in a 9’s

Two leather gloves and a bally

Quick mojo, lets pray that we take someone’s life

[Verse 7: Yanko]

Don’t lack when getting a trim

You might get chinged with a kitch like Twin

This Ramz don’t bend

It sinks in skin and the .32’s holding six

Everytime they see our whip

They run before they even see it spin

Saying that you miss your bro

Then you better go to the grave and dig

[Verse 8: Y.CB]

Rinse that clip

Empty the spin

Seven times when I chinged that prick

Sixteen, when I tapped that stick

How many times have we taped that strip?

Tinted whips get spun on kids

You can get bun if you chill with him

Real shit, no cap, bruck back in the bag

You know we’re going straight to the 6th

[Verse 9: MA]

Get the Corsa, we’re going on a match

Just hating on tracks and blacked out in we go

They say we don’t score no goals

Any chance and the balls getting forced up in the goal

This black blade comes like a slag

It’s got a handful but it’s still got more to go

Back then it was a Smith & Wesson

School days, man used to roll with a course or so

[Verse 10: Yanko]

This wap is fucking slaggy

Beat like a bitch from Geordie Shore

He got bored and fell on the floor

Fuck it, I might as well ching him more

They’re winning the Snapchat beef

But in real life, we’re winning the war

His marj’s tears are funny

But I’m pissed off cah my niggas on tour

Everything they do is for the net

When we link up in the flesh, they’re pleading

They don’t want to be up next

I bet you never knew that Young Dizz begged

And DSav fucks year 10's

Prince of the 6th, what? Where?

If you held one more you would’ve been dead

I swear you would’ve been dead