[Verse 1: Baby R]

I roll with my bros cah' they got me

But you know my Lord, of course on my ones I'm comfy

Dishing out food on ends or up in country

Bare skrr' skrr' from the jakes cos the feds tryna' lock me

I get busy, I mash work I get lizzy

I got a peng ting, when she backs it up

That's real views like I'm Drizzy

Nothing but drillers and trappers

I do movies, no actors

Cah' you see the guys them fucking up the scene

Don't ever think, man are just rappers

Man ain't nuttin' like them boi

On a next level like Wiley

I move Bobby and Kylie

Money's what I'm into highly

I'm in it for the cause

Pack come fat like Kilo

Ting was long like...

[Verse 2: T Mula]

In the back with the dots, Militant Quack

Make sure everybody duck

Like manna' get the food

Manna' get the grub

Make sure everyting plugged

Like guns in the back

Guns with the smoke

Left donny blind and cut

Like niggas chat shit

Niggas get whacked

Suttin' like blind man's bluff

And the 8 be rolling round the metals

Suttin' like Ratchet & Clank

Head, shoulders, knees and toes

Get wet, no Migraine Skank

Samurai (samurai) sword in the party

Got me like Samurai Jack

I'm going to the other side covered

Suttin' like a Muslim akh

Fuck a stick and move

I make sure I stick and burst

Look roll around there with the Smith and

Suttin' like Mr Burns

Like true say, the 8 ride out

True say the 8 done it first

Like tryna' jook him up 8 times

It means that bro took a turn

Like man try ride in my block

Man better show some respect

I don't care if that breh's your cousin

Manna' getting saved like Cech

Like bro bro drop me a brick

Manna' break down into pebs

Samurai (samurai) sword in the party

Wanna do a one two step?

[Verse 3: Gunna Grimes]

I heard everyone's on crud

Told man roll up with gang

Turn man soft like bud

Bare man say they push weed

Bare man say they push grub

I can only vouch for the 8

Nuttin' but drillers and plugs

Suttin' like (suttin' like) music and work

I still, I still finesse in the trap

Just in case music don't work

My brothers still mash up the herbs

But me, I invest in a pack then I go mash up the curbs

But we still do things it's bait

4 months sitting on bail

Thank God that I bust that case

Still trap hard, push weight

OT Trips with dinner, plain white rice & steak

Old school like Cops and Robbers

But I never played no cops

Then I draw for the one, that's power

That ain't no basic shot

These niggas just act and sing

Coming like Jamie Foxx

These niggas just act and sing

Coming like Jamie Foxx

[Verse 4: ZN]

Still the same youth from the throwbacks

Like girl want D she can hold that

She did it for the whole of the gang

Ah wait but Baby showed that

Put my own life in my own hands

Get rich I'm tryna' show man

Love for all of my brothers

That's every single one of the toes fam

All the dress code looking awesome

Two man with two fours it's a foursome (fucking foursome)

Gang's up in the BBC, we important (gang)

Creeping on the opp block, we just haunting

With 23 on my Jordan's

Man's violent and loose

Like run from it, run from it

Or we bun man down like zoots

Might bun man calm then switch

The girl come dead and rude

Like act your face, put you in your place

Please mind who you're talking to

Fix your face darling

Don't screw like do up the Harlem flow

Get the pack rid then go

Feds go ham, took my bro

Man I can't wait till he's home

Don't screw like do up the Harlem flow

Get the pack rid then go

Feds go ham, took my bro

Man I can't wait till he's home