[Intro]

Bang for the B not Philly

Shit goes down in my city

Think first now don't be silly

Still back the blade and get chingy

Still stretch that boy, no biggie

[Hook: 30] x2

Bang for the B not philly

Mash work, get busy

Shit goes down in my city

Won't lack, always got my thingy

Think first now don't be silly

Still back the blade and get chingy

Still stretch that boy, no biggie

Ride that bird I don't sing like Biggie

[Verse 1: 30]

Posted up in the B, late night playing cops and robbers

Ay, come we go ride? Come we go catch some oppers?

Skid round opp block, I'm not tryna get bagged by choppers

When the sirens come man skeet man's dashing from coppers

Fly upsuh, might set up shop like Lidl

My right hands loose, he loves discharging missiles

On the block with the TSG van playing piggy in the middle

And the sound off mad so we might have to screw on that whistle

You don't know about being young boys on the bus with the dotty

(You don't know about that)

Long stick in the gym bag no we weren't playing no hockey

Conversating with bro like make sure you done that properly

Now the feeling's rage cos the mandem locked for a body

All it takes is 1 phone call bro bring that thingy

That's 25 years and were not going home like Drizzy

Remember kway back then when i used to roll with my flicky

Now we just cop skengs and I'm tryna go half on a mizzy

Bside K but they don't come round

How many times have we run them down

Skududu bang man love that sound

Skid up skr crash corn then bounce

Kway back then probably jerk mans ounce

How i just run straight in then out

Kick down the door to your house

Leave man curl up stretch out on couch

That ting jam just just cop a next pole

Invest in smoke I ain't buying no clothes

B gang's way to bunny on road

If buck fiddy done it i was probably involved

Man flag b gang till im dead

Catch me posted up in the ends

My BroBros ments he dont care about bread

He just want to fish the bones out your head

[Hook: 30]

Bang for the B not philly

Mash work, get busy

Shit goes down in my city

Won't lack, always got my thingy

Think first now don't be silly

Still back the blade and get chingy

Still stretch that boy, no biggie

Ride that bird I don't sing like Biggie

[Verse 2: Ghost]

I'm not the one to start fighting

Long sword, magnificent knifing

When you talk 'bout scoring points

I don't now what you mean

Your gang's not decisive

Just panic it

Cah they don't want smoke, they vanish

Seen them scream, that faggot's

Got gold teeth man break those carrots

You feel me

If the scores was weights then it's mad unbalanced

I dont know about broke boys round here

Sell them grams tryna push my balance

Got bro in the can, all mad

Had rocks tryna break and wrap it

Feds on top with things said the cats was big

That's right tryna leave man open

30 ding dong we're smoking

Wet man like i dash some volvic

Anyone K, anyone can hold it

Don't have the right to start boasting

Claiming a guy got got

But mandem know who ran with their pokers

Don't think you're bad to come closer

Badman you're the one who got ??

What bread big loaves of that Hovis

Is known to whip up them potions

Talk blood but the pigs tryna hold them

Touch gang ill be out with the ??

Tryna dish out the coldest poking

Real talk fam it ain't no joke ting

Deep in your ends I'm posted

Drive up, put the gears in motion

[Hook: 30] x2

Bang for the B not philly

Mash work, get busy

Shit goes down in my city

Won't lack, always got my thingy

Think first now don't be silly

Still back the blade and get chingy

Still stretch that boy, no biggie

Ride that bird I don't sing like ??