[Verse 1: 30]

Fuck them fuck boys

I don't fuck with them niggas, them niggas are cowards

More time it's me and K1 in the safehouse, been dicing for hours

These man don't get money

These man don't have guns

Man they're soft like some flowers

I've been getting this money, been stacking that bread

So I soon I'm getting powers

I'm juggin, I'm juggin, I'm juggin, I'm juggin, I'm juggin, that's Queen's face

No sleep in the bando for months

I'm so tired I can't even see straight

I keep lugging these packs and it's hurting my arse

I ain't shit for like 3 days

And I jumped in the whip, told my driver to put his foot down if he sees jakes

The snakes got me paro'

I think I'm getting watched by the vermin

I was in the bando with the pack on my ones

Bare drug fumes burning

Watch how quickly I convert this light and dark into Sterling

And man talk about trap but I been OT

Had the KitKats twerking

[Verse 2: KK]

You're confusing the rap, confusing the trap, you're confusing the streets

I spit a verse on the track, put work in the trap, give work to the fiends

Might lurk with a strap, get burst in your back

I don't work with the beam

You're converted your gang, don't talk like you're bad

It don't work in the streets

Man stick to the g-code

Man don't talk to police

Man's active, come fuck with the B

785, stuff slugs in machines

Like vroom, vroom tell driver be cool

Just duck out the D's

The gyal with a fat pum pum wan' fuck

When I stuff it she screams

But fuck that bitch I'm a g

Man'a make money, smoke weed

The road's hot but I got it on me

If I got heat, get covered in heat

From your head, to your waist, to your knee

I told man, "come fuck with the B"

If not have to run from the g's

Got zombie knives and machines

[Verse 3: Dizz]

The kitty's they ring

And I go feed them

Like more time I'm kway, with bro, getting them p's in

I'm trappin', I'm trappin'

I ain't been out for no reason

I break down them packs

Tryna get money to ceiling

Like why are they lying?

Ten toes on the opp block

The neeks be hiding

Got the 10 out of 10

I got clients, they buy it

I will stuff corn in guns, then we be riding

Then we be riding

I don't know about Russian

But I know about Russians

Chrome'd off .9, I'll bun him

Hit back roads, I'm cuttin'

Man get dropped like shutters

[Verse 4: Rex]

No emotions, It's the road code

My squad's on the road, moving loco

Don't chat shit

You can get snapped like a photo

Pull up, I'll be there, I'm in polo

Plus I don't fuck with shit logos

And your girl's atting at me

Plus she wanna jump on my pogo

You niggas on shit?

So you're snaking my shit to the jakes?

In the station, singing like Drake

If I fry a nigga up like steak

Parties ain't really my scene

'Cause I'm out here tryna get cream

Tryna eat with the whole of the team

Tryna cop the .44 with the beam

Tell an opp "come find me"

Man I'll back out my blade and put him in the dirt, no hygiene

Man's travelled your ends

Something like a pikey

Rare 'cah AK, run a man down in my Nikes

[Verse 5: Msavv]

Two bells in a mop

Man act up, get dropped

Man talk like they won't get touched

But they run when we come to the block

Anyone lack, get shot

Ring, ring, the man get gwop

Hella amm, tryna cut down crops

Got things if it gets on top

Like four man deep in Penge

Man run you don't wanna hold smoke in your tum'

And if I go round ghost, then I won't go home till I squeeze all over your block

Like run a man down with the rambo

Run a man down with the man, beg a man don't drop

Big things that I'll drill

Like get a man down, put big fat holes in a opp

If I lurk with the gang

Three man, two blades, one bang

Bro got a bundle of amm

They don't want smoke with gang

Man better run if you can

Tell man, smoke man like dank

Pushup gang, they in love with the trap

Pull up, crash like YB

Don't know what I'm on? Come try me

Four door with a ting on the side of me

Them man are wet, they ain't really tryna find me

Riding on us? Unlikely

Big blade, I ain't tryna do Tai Chi